Chapter 358: Chapter 356 Xiao Yu’s Birthday
As soon as Qin Hao finished speaking, he acted without hesitation or words, charging toward He Yan and swinging his fist down.
Startled, He Yan panicked and shouted loudly, "I know Xiao Yu, Young Master Xiao! If you dare touch , Young Master Xiao definitely won’t let you off!"
Upon hearing the na Xiao Yu, Qin Hao imdiately furrowed his brow, his fist halting mid-air. He coldly asked, "You’re close with Xiao Yu?"
Soone like He Yan couldn’t possibly be close with Xiao Yu, having only seen him from a distance. It was a case of him knowing Xiao Yu while Xiao Yu didn’t know him.
In this urgent situation, he just wanted to bring up soone important to scare Qin Hao, and Xiao Yu’s na popped into his head, so he blurted it out, never expecting it to work so well.
When he saw Qin Hao stop his fist, he thought his threat had worked, thinking to himself that Young Master Xiao was indeed impressive; even just a na could scare soone into inaction.
Feeling proud of himself, his mind started to turn, thinking about how to concoct a story to connect himself with Xiao Yu. As he thought, he actually ca up with sothing.
He quickly said, "Of course, I’ve known Young Master Xiao for over ten years. We grew up playing together, and this ti he specifically invited
to his birthday party. How about that, are you scared now?"
Birthday party?
Hearing this, Qin Hao’s eyes instantly lit up, and a plan quickly ford in his mind. He imdiately asked, "Xiao Yu is having a birthday soon?"
"Yes! I’m telling you, Young Master Xiao’s birthday party isn’t sothing just anyone can attend. Being invited shows the kind of connections involved, you should weigh that carefully."
Hearing this, Qin Hao nodded thoughtfully and said, "Hmm, just before I make you unable to speak, you’ve told
a very important piece of information."
"So I thought it over carefully and decided to let you suffer a little less pain, resolving this in one go."
With that, he flashed an innocently bright smile at He Yan, then without further ado, he punched him in the mouth.
Bang!
With a dull thud, He Yan clutched his mouth and let out a piercing scream from his throat. Qin Hao’s punch knocked out all his front upper and lower teeth, clean and swift.
He Yan clutched his mouth, writhing on the ground and wailing like a ghost. The atmosphere in the private room instantly beca tense. Lin Qingxuan stood up from the sofa with a sullen face, his underlings following suit, surrounding Qin Hao.
"Very well, you’ve got guts."
Lin Qingxuan stared at Qin Hao for a long ti, then squeezed out this sentence through gritted teeth.
Qin Hao nodded calmly and modestly replied, "Not really, just okay."
That infuriated Lin Qingxuan completely. Qin Hao dared to be so arrogant, attacking He Yan right in front of him, completely disregarding him!
With his eyes narrowed, he imdiately twisted into a whip-like kick aiming for Qin Hao’s face.
This kick was as swift as lightning. If Qin Hao were in peak condition, he could easily grab it and give Lin Qingxuan a humiliating throw. But now, with only a third of his strength, he could only retreat montarily, putting in more effort to avoid it.
Judging by this legwork, Lin Qingxuan, the squad leader, indeed had so real skills.
Qin Hao lightly dodged back, his feet becoming a blur as he smoothly escaped from Lin Qingxuan’s attack range.
By this ti, Lin Qingxuan’s underlings also rushed over.
These were Lin Qingxuan’s elite fighters, each equipped with extraordinary skills. Even Qin Hao, faced with this encirclent, finally showed a slight seriousness.
Having abandoned martial arts techniques for so many years, it seed he finally had to use them again.
He curled his lips slightly, then instantly unleashed a family-inherited Vast Fist, initiating with a gesture as his fist wind struck a black-faced strong man like a thunderbolt.
The black-faced man fell in response, and Qin Hao once again swung his fist towards the next target.
Ever since Qin Hao’s strength broke through that barrier and reached the Transformation Realm, he had abandoned all martial arts techniques, achieving a state where no move was better than any move, overwhelming strength over technique.
No matter how intricate the technique, in Qin Hao’s eyes, they were all fated to be captured and countered. But now, with his strength impaired, lacking such formidable power as support, he had to pull out these skillful techniques again.
Little did he know, what was already obsolete in Qin Hao’s eyes stirred a storm in Lin Qingxuan’s heart!
Who on earth is this person? Why are his techniques flawless!!!
How is this possible!
Shocked, Lin Qingxuan kept exerting force with his feet, his famous whip-like legs launching fierce attacks, yet unable to touch even Qin Hao’s clothes, while having to watch his elite underlings fall one by one under Qin Hao’s fists.
In less than a minute, all his underlings were knocked out by Qin Hao, and Lin Qingxuan himself was gasping for breath. Despite having deployed his powerful killer moves consecutively, he hadn’t even touched Qin Hao; he almost exhausted himself instead.
At this point, with his strength mostly drained, he was barely holding on.
In contrast, Qin Hao stood nonchalantly before Lin Qingxuan, not breaking a sweat, as if he had rely swatted a few flies earlier, all the exertion insignificant.
Lin Qingxuan was shocked, while Qin Hao looked at him with an amused smile and said, "Got any more strength?"
This statent hit Lin Qingxuan right where it hurt; his expression changed instantly, but he still forced himself to shout, "Why talk nonsense, let’s fight! I refuse to believe you’re still that strong!!"
With that, he charged at Qin Hao again, launching another whip-like kick towards Qin Hao’s face, but the strength behind it was not even a tenth of before.
It was visible that Lin Qingxuan’s style focused on fast attacks, extrely powerful but also with high energy consumption. If you couldn’t defeat your enemy in a few moves, you were in for trouble.
Simply put, it was the style of a quick gunman.
Spotting this, Qin Hao naturally perceived that Lin Qingxuan was already out of steam, his attacks becoming re show without substance.
Qin Hao didn’t dodge. As his leg swung in, he securely caught Lin Qingxuan’s ankle.
Sure enough, the force transmitting to Qin Hao’s wrist was trivial. His hand didn’t even tremble as he caught the kick.
"You’re finished." Qin Hao gave a gentle smile, appearing friendly yet nacing in Lin Qingxuan’s eyes.
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