"Haha, this kid's looking to die. Let's grant his wish first!" A burly, dark-skinned boy sneered, throwing a punch straight at Qin Chen's face.
Another boy beside him grinned maliciously, creeping closer to Qin Chen. Suddenly, he lashed out with a vicious kick aimed at Qin Chen's groin.
The kick sliced through the air with a shrill whistle, fierce and unrelenting. If it landed, it could very well end Qin Chen's lineage—a ruthlessly cruel move.
"Young Master Chen, watch out!"
Lin Tian and Zhang Ying cried out in alarm, but it was too late for them to rush to his aid.
Qin Chen was only at the early Human-level stage, still recovering from a severe injury. How could he possibly fend off two martial artists of the same rank?
Just as everyone expected Qin Chen to crumple instantly, writhing in agony—
"Get lost!"
Qin Chen's expression turned icy, his voice booming like spring thunder. His feet rooted to the ground as he leaned forward with his shoulder.
His body moved like a slippery fish, darting into the burly boy's guard. His elbow struck precisely at the boy's chest.
From another angle, it almost looked like the burly boy had thrown himself onto Qin Chen's elbow after swinging his punch.
Then, pivoting on his left foot, Qin Chen spun swiftly. True qi surged from his soles, kicking up dust into a swirling vortex. His right leg snapped up like lightning.
"Ah!"
"Ow!"
Two pitiful screams rang out. The scene everyone had imagined—Qin Chen collapsing—never came. Instead, the burly boy and the other attacker howled in pain, tumbling like rolling gourds, their foreheads drenched in cold sweat.
Especially the one who'd aimed the groin kick—his foot had missed entirely, only for Qin Chen's right leg to slam squarely into *his* crotch. The dull thud sent a chill through every onlooker, their bodies trembling in sympathy.
That solid hit had likely ruined him down there for good.
The remaining lackey stood quaking, legs shaking, eyes wide with terror.
Qin Chen stepped forward and swung a slap. *Pa!* The boy flew like a ragdoll, crashing to the ground in a pitiful heap, too pained to even groan.
"You little bastard, you dare hit back?!" Wei Zhen, momentarily stunned, erupted in humiliated fury, his voice shrill. "Last time I didn't kill you—looks like I went too easy on you!"
His face twisted with rage as he charged forward. With a roar, his hands snaked out like venomous serpents, fingers jabbing at Qin Chen's chest.
The tips of his fingers sliced through the air with a sharp whine, like a snake's twin fangs, closing in fast.
So fast!
Several students in the crowd gasped aloud.
Almost none of the early Human-level students could track Wei Zhen's movements.
"Heh, this move of mine is the high-grade Yellow-tier technique 'Heavenly Evil Finger.' I've only mastered the first move, 'Evil Fang Guidance,' but crippling you will be child's play," Wei Zhen cackled darkly. He could already picture the outcome—blood spraying as Qin Chen collapsed in an instant.
The thought sent a thrill of excitement coursing through him.
But just as his fingers were about to strike, his arm froze midair, unable to advance an inch.
Qin Chen's strong, unyielding left hand had clamped around Wei Zhen's wrist like an iron vice. No matter how hard Wei Zhen strained, it wouldn't budge.
"What the—?!"
Wei Zhen's face twisted in shock and anger, about to surge his true qi harder.
*Bang!*
A sharp pain exploded in his chest. With a scream, he was sent flying backward.
The unexpected turn left everyone dumbfounded.
"A piece of trash like you dares to yap in front of me?"
Qin Chen sneered with disdain, his lofty gaze piercing Wei Zhen's pride like a dagger.
"You little bastard, I'll break all your limbs and make you kneel begging me!"
Wei Zhen's face flushed red, unable to bear the humiliation. Ignoring the pain, he leapt up, his body trembling as a strange power emanated from him, as if some mysterious force had awakened within.
"Bloodline power!"
"Wei Zhen's only mid-stage Human-level, and he can already tap into his bloodline power?"
"Unbelievable!"
"Qin Chen's in trouble now."
Amid the crowd's exclamations, Wei Zhen's face contorted with malice. He sprang into the air, snarling, "That's right—it's my Wei family's bloodline power, 'Barbarian Bull Charge'! Lie down for me!"
Roaring, he threw a punch at Qin Chen's head. A faint red glow swirled around his fist, exuding a terrifying, suffocating pressure.
The overwhelming force made everyone's eyes widen, their hair standing on end.
"Young Master Chen!"
Lin Tian and Zhang Ying shouted, rushing forward. Though they were no match for Wei Zhen, the three of them together might at least hold him off. If Qin Chen faced this alone, a broken bone would be the least of his worries—he might not even survive the blow.
Qin Chen seemed powerless against the punch, swaying unsteadily. Then, out of nowhere, he lifted a foot.
*Bang!*
A muffled sound echoed through the air. To everyone's shock, Wei Zhen's airborne body inexplicably collided with Qin Chen's toe—right at his groin, making solid, intimate contact.
"Ow!"
A bone-chilling scream tore through the scene. Wei Zhen clutched his crotch with both hands, his face twisted in agony, tears and snot streaming down. His wails were ear-piercing, his flushed face resembling a boiled pig liver.
Waves of excruciating pain radiated from below, and worse—he felt like something down there had shattered.
"That's just brutal."
The onlookers' faces twisted awkwardly, as if constipated, a cold breeze seeming to sweep through their own groins. They instinctively stepped back, having heard that cracking sound. It was a lineage-ending blow.
"You little bastard, I—"
Wei Zhen sucked in ragged breaths, his voice quivering. His face darkened, practically dripping with blood. Forcing down the pain, he lunged at Qin Chen like a rabid dog, his right fist swinging wildly from the side.
He couldn't swallow this without teaching Qin Chen a lesson.
*Whoosh!*
The punch roared out.
Its might was like a mountain, a howling gale, even stronger than before, making everyone's expressions shift dramatically.
Wei Zhen's strength was indeed not to be underestimated.
"Still don't know when to quit." Qin Chen's gaze chilled. He stepped forward, raising his right leg again, aiming straight for Wei Zhen's groin.
Wei Zhen's face paled. Midair, he frantically twisted his body to dodge, but Qin Chen's shaky, unpredictable leg seemed to cover every escape route. To his horror, no matter how he maneuvered, it was futile—like a naked lamb awaiting slaughter.
*Bang!*
Wei Zhen watched helplessly as Qin Chen's right leg struck true once more, slamming into his vitals with unerring precision. The dull thud sent shivers through everyone present, their bodies trembling with cold dread.