Chapter 58

"Fourth Uncle, is the Qianji Yin very powerful?" the woman surnamed Lu asked.

"More than powerful," Fourth Uncle replied with a bitter smile. "Lei Qianjue attained the realm of a Transcendent Master on the Arctic Ice Plain, and with this Qianji Yin, he swept through the overseas regions, almost without any match. It is said that he once dismembered a several-ton polar ice bear with a single wave, truly a ruthless and fearsome feat."

"Then... isn't that boy in big trouble?" The woman in green covered her mouth and exclaimed in shock.

"Even without using the Qianji Yin, he is no match for Lin Hu," Fourth Uncle shook his head. "In my view, Lin Hu's cultivation has reached the peak of Inner Strength. Even if he encounters a Transcendent Master, he can still escape. But Chen Fan looks like an ordinary person, with no trace of martial arts training. Even if he is a high-level practitioner of magical arts, he is no match for a martial artist on the stage."

While magical arts practitioners are indeed unpredictable, when facing a peak Inner Strength martial artist in close combat, within ten steps, the moment you activate your magic, the martial artist can take your life many times over.

Therefore, Fourth Uncle had no confidence in this arrogant and ignorant Master Chen.

Not just him, none of the big shots present had any confidence in Chen Fan. Lin Hu's previous performance was too strong, and he was a well-known figure overseas. Chen Fan was just an unknown young man, how could he be Lin Hu's match?

But then, Chen Fan reached out into the air, and those white threads that could pierce through steel were easily gathered into his arms, as if he were a skilled noodle maker hanging noodles, completely at ease.

"How is this possible?"

Lin Hu's face changed. The white threads released by his Qianji Yin were merely highly concentrated Inner Strength, not physical entities. How could they be gathered into someone's arms?

"I told you, you don't know what true martial arts are," Chen Fan said, his hands moving in the air as if pushing an invisible large ball.

"Hmph, this isn't martial arts, it's just magical arts," Lin Hu said coldly, not believing it for a moment. He decided to abandon the Qianji Yin and use his most skilled martial arts, relying on his strength to overwhelm Chen Fan.

He roared and leaped three feet higher, his muscles bulging like molten iron, his hands clenched into fists. With a sliding step, he appeared behind Chen Fan's left side like a ghost, delivering a punch.

This punch was as fast as lightning, like a cannon firing, tearing through the air, fully demonstrating the power of a peak Inner Strength expert.

"Ah!"

Chen Fan sighed, pushing his hands forward and turning to strike.

This strike seemed light, but Lin Hu's face changed drastically. He felt that the space between Chen Fan's hands was as heavy as a mountain. When Chen Fan embraced the space and struck, it was like an ancient god lifting the Buzhou Mountain and smashing it down, incredibly powerful, impossible to resist.

"Bad!"

Lin Hu's sense of danger reached its peak, and he forcibly retracted his punch, retreating even faster than he had come.

The crowd was surprised, wondering why Lin Hu would retreat without a fight. Then they saw Chen Fan's hands move in the air and press down.

"Boom!"

It was like a meteor landing, the ground shaking with a thunderous explosion. Many people were knocked off their chairs, and the stage where Chen Fan struck was completely destroyed on one side. A crack extended from Chen Fan's hands all the way to the shore.

"Is this martial arts?"

Not just Lin Hu, even Fourth Uncle and Old Gu were wide-eyed.

Lin Hu's Qianji Yin was a famous technique of Lei Qianjue, but wasn't Chen Fan a high-level practitioner of magical arts? How could he know martial arts, and such a powerful and fierce boxing technique?

That strike, though light, was like a mountain collapsing and a meteor falling, far beyond what an ordinary person could resist.

At this moment, Lin Hu was also screaming in his heart.

This Master Chen was not a high-level practitioner of magical arts at all; he was a peak martial artist, and his cultivation was not weaker but stronger than his. Even if his master Lei Qianjue were present, the outcome would be uncertain.

"Advance or retreat?"

While Lin Hu was hesitating, Chen Fan had already spread his hands like bird wings and called out:

"Second move, Cloud-Parting Hands!"

"Retreat!"

Lin Hu had no heart for the fight and retreated again. Chen Fan's hands flicked slightly, and he appeared in front of Lin Hu like a mirage, ten times faster.

"Impossible!"

Lin Hu roared, delivering a punch in mid-air.

This punch contained his lifetime of cultivation, capable of shattering a millstone-sized boulder.

But Chen Fan, as if caressing a lover, lightly brushed past Lin Hu's chest with his fingertips.

"Ah!"

Lin Hu let out a惨叫, falling from the air.

After landing, he staggered, barely maintaining his balance. The crowd gasped in shock.

Lin Hu's chest was sliced open, a deep wound from his left chest to his right abdomen, revealing the white ribs clearly.

This was just a light brush from Chen Fan's fingertips; if he had struck with a full palm, Lin Hu would have been split in two.

"Too strong!"

"Run! Only run!"

Lin Hu had only this thought, feeling that he couldn't stay for even a second. Since he started his career, he had never encountered such a formidable enemy. Neither the hammer nor the caress could be withstood by him.

His eyes bulged, bloodshot, and his veins protruded as he used a desperate secret technique.

But this time, Lin Hu used it to escape.

He turned and fled towards the lake.

Lin Hu thought he had the skill to walk on water. If Chen Fan dared to chase him alone on the water, he might have a chance to turn the tide.

In an instant, Lin Hu reached the lakeside, one foot already in the water, and he was just about to relax when a calm voice came from behind:

"Third move, Void Shock!"

The crowd saw Chen Fan's right hand lightly form a fist and strike out into the air, as if in a playful gesture.

This punch seemed to do nothing, like a gentle tickle.

But Lin Hu's body suddenly jolted, his back caved in, and a deep fist mark appeared on his chest. He tried to take another step but was already powerless, collapsing.

Chen Fan had struck this great expert from across the sea, severely injuring him from a distance of over ten meters.

"Divine Fist at a Hundred Steps?"

Fourth Uncle jumped up in shock.

This was the hallmark of a Transcendent Master! Whether it was Lin Hu's Qianji Yin or Chen Fan's hammer strike in the air, they had used certain secret techniques to channel their Inner Strength, not true external projection.

But Chen Fan's final punch, silent and deadly, striking from a distance, was the true mark of a master.

A Transcendent Master can take a life from a hundred steps away, almost like a god!

Lin Hu, facing the crowd, smiled bitterly:

"What kind of fist is this?"

"True Martial Arts, the first three moves."

Chen Fan retracted his fist and said casually, "I had prepared seven moves for your master, but you could only withstand three."

"Heh, True Martial Arts, thirty-six moves? This is truly the fist of a celestial being." Lin Hu's voice grew weaker.

"I was wrong from the start. Master Chen is actually a martial arts master. To see such martial arts before I die, I have no regrets..."

As he spoke, his laughter faded, his eyelids drooped, and he collapsed by the lake, his body making a cracking sound.

Chen Fan's punch not only pierced his chest but also shattered his bones. The fact that he could hold on until now was a testament to his thirty years of cultivation.

A great figure in the Chinese community, Lei Qianjue's disciple, Lin Hu, was dead!

Chen Fan stood on the stage, hands behind his back, and said calmly:

"Is there anyone else who wants to fight me?"

The entire venue was silent.

Whether it was the big shots on the high platform or the wealthy and tourists below, no one dared to speak.

From Chen Fan's appearance to his three moves that killed Lin Hu, it took only a few minutes, but it overturned countless people's imaginations. Both Lin Hu's overwhelming power and Chen Fan's final three moves, which seemed like divine powers, deeply shocked them.

Was this the power that humans could possess?

Especially Chen Fan's casual demeanor, as if swatting a fly, which killed Lin Hu, shattered their souls!

Yang Li and others had their mouths wide open, unable to believe it!

Ah Xiu suddenly covered her mouth, looking at the stage in surprise.

The woman surnamed Lu was shaken, feeling that she had repeatedly misjudged the situation, and her previous thoughts were like those of a frog at the bottom of a well.

The bald giant wished he could slap himself. With his bear-like appearance, how could he dare to covet such a woman?

Xing Zhong's body went limp, and he collapsed in his armchair, feeling utterly hopeless. If even a godlike martial artist like Lin Hu was dead, who could stand against this Master Chen?

Only Zhou Tianhao raised his eyebrows and laughed, feeling that all the frustrations of the past decades were swept away today!

"Chen Fan... Master Chen?"

"No wonder you were indifferent to my and Old Gu's kindness!"

"Indeed! If I had your strength, I wouldn't need any power or money! No matter what obstacles you face, I can cut through them with a single sword!"

Xu Ao, sitting in his armchair, stared at the young man on the stage, recalling their conversation by the Yan Gui Lake. He had thought Chen Fan was arrogant, but now he realized he had underestimated this Master Chen.

He knew that after today, this young man would be famous throughout Jiangbei and even the entire Jiangnan Province.

No longer within his reach!

PS: Thanks to Dizhan Huang for the 500, and thanks to Revolution, Qian Qian Xing Yu, Xiao Chi Huo's Father, Guo Ke Yu Ren, I Want to Be Awesome, Xin Zhi Shang X Tong, Liu Shi Yi Pin Da Yuan, Gu Zhen Jiu Gui, and Xuan Xuan Xuan Ying for their support.

Ah, I forgot to schedule the release, and I only noticed it when I got up. My mistake, wailing.

Today's update is delayed, but I will have three updates to make up for it. The author is already crying in the toilet. /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

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