Chapter 17: Is Your Mountain-Splitting Fist Made of Cotton?
“Truly arrogant!”
Xiao Yunfei sneered, his eyes filled with disdain.
“Facing death, and still trying to put on an act!”
As he spoke, Xiao Yunfei’s patience was completely worn out.
He waved his hand dismissively at the thugs beside him and casually said, “Break his legs first. I don’t like this kid standing while talking to me.”
The thugs howled and raised their clubs, glaring at Ning Chen with malicious intent.
In the next second, they rushed toward him!
Ning Chen’s eyes flashed coldly. He slowly raised his palm, his hair standing on end despite no wind, his gaze sharp as a blade!
Boom!
The thug at the front was sent flying back as though hit by a truck, and he was hurled away faster than he came!
The other unprepared thugs were knocked into disarray, tumbling and colliding into each other.
With a single palm strike, Ning Chen sent half of the thugs sprawling!
For a moment, Ning Chen’s face turned pale. Although he didn’t use much inner energy, his meridians were still recovering from injuries.
That single strike had slightly aggravated his wound.
“This... this is impossible!”
The scene stunned Xu Jun, who rubbed his eyes hard, staring at Ning Chen standing tall ahead.
His heart was filled with astonishment!
No wonder Ning Chen had such confidence—his strength was truly his foundation!
Xu Jun furrowed his brows, deep in thought.
It seemed that Ning Chen was likely an ancient martial artist.
The Xu family also kept a few ancient martial artists, some even above the fifth rank.
But he had never seen his grandfather show this kind of respect to any of those experts.
Could it be that Ning Chen’s cultivation level had surpassed the ninth rank?
An Innate Martial Artist would indeed deserve such respect!
There wasn’t even a single Innate Martial Artist to be found in Jiangcheng!
As these thoughts ran through Xu Jun’s mind, he looked at Ning Chen with nothing but awe in his eyes!
…
The dozens of thugs didn’t even land a single blow on Ning Chen—they were nearly wiped out with just one strike.
Atai, who had been standing behind Xiao Yunfei, narrowed his eyes, his brows furrowing tightly. His expression became grave.
Ning Chen was indeed hiding his true strength. The ability to channel inner energy outside meant he was at least a fourth-rank martial artist!
Xiao Yunfei hadn’t mentioned that this kid was an ancient martial artist!
And his strength was so formidable!
However, if it was just a fourth rank, Atai didn’t think he was in too much danger.
Even if Ning Chen were a fifth-rank martial artist, Atai believed he still had the strength to fight!
“You have some skill, but Ning Chen, don’t get too pleased with yourself!”
After a brief moment of shock, Xiao Yunfei cast a cold glance at Ning Chen.
“So what if you’re a fourth-rank martial artist?”
“To deal with you, I’ve also invited an expert!”
Xiao Yunfei turned to Atai, his eyes full of confidence.
“Atai, it’s your turn. You should have no problem handling him, right?”
Atai’s face grew even more stern as he nodded slightly. His sharp gaze locked onto Ning Chen.
It had been a while since he had faced a real expert!
Atai clenched his fists, excitement lighting up in his eyes!
“Kid, I know you’re an ancient martial artist!”
Atai’s voice carried an air of arrogance.
“Reaching the fourth rank at this age, not bad. May I ask, who is your master?”
“Perhaps I know your teacher.”
Ning Chen glanced at him coldly.
“My master? You don’t need to know about him. He’s not someone you can inquire about.”
Atai sneered, “What an arrogant brat! Today, I’ll teach you a lesson on behalf of your master!”
As he spoke, Atai’s muscles bulged, and a powerful martial artist’s aura erupted from him!
He shifted his stance, tightening his arms, preparing for the fight.
“My Mountain-Splitting Fist was three years in the making—three years to build strength, three years to hone energy, and three years to perfect the technique. Every punch I throw is a deadly strike!”
Atai roared, “My fist is as mighty as a mountain, and the force of my blows cuts like a blade!”
With that, Atai clashed his fists together, creating a crackling sound!
“Die!”
Atai stomped hard on the ground, causing the stone slab beneath his feet to crack open!
In the blink of an eye, he lunged forward, his body moving like a ferocious tiger pouncing on its prey!
Xiao Yunfei’s face twisted in pride. He had complete faith in Atai’s strength.
There were many experts in the Black Fiend Hall, and King Yan Xiao had praised Atai many times.
Even among the entire Black Fiend Hall, few could claim they could easily suppress Atai’s Mountain-Splitting Fist!
Defeating Atai’s Mountain-Splitting Fist was no easy feat!
In what seemed like an instant, Atai was right in front of Ning Chen.
His massive iron-like fist, carrying the force of the wind, shot towards Ning Chen’s chest!
Atai squinted, a sneer tugging at his lips.
With this punch—
Even if Ning Chen didn’t die, he would certainly be crippled for life!
At the critical moment!
Ning Chen’s expression remained calm as he slowly extended his right index finger.
The terrifying fist came crashing down!
But Ning Chen, unscathed, blocked the powerful blow with just a single finger.
Atai was frozen in place, as though someone had pressed the pause button on him. He couldn’t even advance an inch!
“You…”
Atai stared at Ning Chen in disbelief.
This kid actually blocked him with a single finger!
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Ning Chen’s eyes were icy. He said coldly,
“Is your Mountain-Splitting Fist made of cotton?”
Atai, furious and embarrassed, let out an enraged shout.
He staggered back a few steps, gathering all his strength before attacking again.
Atai rapidly changed his fist techniques, the speed of his strikes so fast they were barely visible to the naked eye!
At first, Atai was still confident.
But as time passed, he began to panic.
No matter how he threw his punches, Ning Chen only used a single finger to effortlessly block every attack!
Atai was panting heavily, his pupils contracting.
He finally realized—he and Ning Chen were on completely different levels!
At this moment, Ning Chen furrowed his brows.
“I’ve already tested your punches. Now, you should try mine.”
As soon as he spoke, Ning Chen’s eyes turned cold.
With a single punch, Atai was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut!
Boom!
Atai crashed heavily to the ground in the distance!
A loud sound echoed through the air!
Atai lay on the ground in an extremely twisted position, motionless!
Xiao Yunfei stared at the seemingly lifeless Atai, his eyes wide in disbelief.
At this moment, the arrogance and smugness on his face were completely gone, replaced by profound fear and astonishment.
Xiao Yunfei suddenly raised his head, his face a mix of rage and terror.
“Ning Chen! What kind of sorcery did you use?”
“Atai is a fourth-rank expert! How could he be so easily defeated by you?!”
Ning Chen’s face remained indifferent.
“I don’t have time to waste with you. Kneel and apologize, and I’ll let you go.”
Xiao Yunfei’s expression flickered, about to speak.
“I…”
Ning Chen’s eyes gleamed coldly, and with a light snap of his fingers, Xiao Yunfei felt a sharp pain in his knee.
His legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.
Ning Chen looked down at Xiao Yunfei, his expression like a frozen tundra.
“You’re not worthy to stand and talk to me.”
Xiao Yunfei’s eyes fixed on Ning Chen with overwhelming humiliation.
But reality told him—if he didn’t apologize, it was questionable whether he’d survive this encounter.
Xiao Yunfei’s gaze flickered several times before, with great difficulty, he spat out a few words.
“D-d… sorry…”
Ning Chen slightly frowned and coldly said,
“Louder, I can’t hear you.”
Xiao Yunfei clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and with great effort, shouted out,
“Sorry!
“I know I was wrong, and I’ll never do it again!”
…
He shouted for what felt like an eternity, until his voice became hoarse, almost unable to produce sound.
Only then did Ning Chen wave his hand, speaking indifferently,
“Alright, go.”
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yunfei wasted no time and hurriedly left, taking the remaining thugs with him.
After a while,
Xu Jun snapped out of his shock, his gaze shifting
