Chapter 145: The Final Trump Card

Wang Zhenshan had assumed that this arrogant, reckless boy would be trembling with fear after witnessing the divine power he had just displayed. To his surprise, however, he found the young man’s expression completely devoid of ripples, remaining calm and composed.

"Good, marvelous, truly marvelous..." Chen Yufeng clapped his hands with a smile, then pulled five yuan from his pocket and tossed it to him. "Well, that was a decent bit of acrobatics. Good work. Here is a five-yuan tip for you. No need to thank me; since you make your living as a street performer, this is the reward you deserve!"

After saying this, he swept his gaze across the two or three hundred bodyguards and the various dignitaries present, shouting, "What are you all standing there for? Stunned, are you? Having watched such a spectacular acrobatic performance, shouldn't you pay up? Those bald men dressed so pompously, you lot should be giving more."

"You..." A mouthful of blood surged in Wang Zhenshan’s chest, threatening to erupt. Seeing this death-defying boy remain so blatantly arrogant, completely ignoring his warnings and even mocking him, his anger flared.

"Take this!"

Wang Zhenshan, no longer bothering with words, roared and lunged forward with a punch. His momentum was like that of a savage tiger; the wind from his strike arrived before his fist, causing the air to crackle and pop—he had actually created a sonic boom. This punch possessed the force to split mountains and cleave earth; landing on an ordinary person, it would surely crush their bones and kill them instantly.

Everyone on the scene held their breath, watching the clash between these two god-like figures. A deathly silence descended; the air seemed to solidify.

However, facing Wang Zhenshan’s full-force strike, Chen Yufeng merely extended the little finger of his right hand, tapping forward with what looked like a casual, effortless gesture. His little finger met the incoming iron fist head-on.

A loud "boom" echoed.

Then, an incredible scene unfolded. Wang Zhenshan’s massive frame was sent flying and tumbling through the air, a mist of blood spraying from his mouth. With a heavy thud, he landed on the lawn ten meters away.

"Ah!" Aside from Wang Zhenshan’s cry of pain, not a soul made a sound. Everyone wore the same expression: eyes wide, mouths agape, frozen in place. The shock in their hearts could only be described as a landslide or a tsunami.

This state lasted for five or six seconds before they gradually began to recover. They had witnessed the prowess of both masters, but no one had been sure who would prevail. Yet, they never imagined that this youth, using only a single little finger, could defeat the burly, fierce, and divinely strong Wang Zhenshan with such a light touch.

It was just a little finger! To what terrifying extent did this boy’s strength reach?

Wang Zhenshan, the one who had directly felt the power of Chen Yufeng, was still reeling. He could not believe that his own full-power strike had been countered so humiliatingly by a young man in his twenties using only a little finger. At the same time, he realized that before this man, he had no room to fight back. It was laughable that he had considered him a mere two- or three-star ancient martial arts expert, thinking he could easily crush him and cut his life short. With this level of strength, even a nine-star profound-tier master would likely be nothing in his eyes!

Wang Zhenshan no longer dared to imagine the depth of the boy's terrifying strength. His arrogance, it turned out, was backed by genuine capital. And to possess such power at this age—could one even imagine his future achievements?

Though Wang Zhenshan was usually aloof and arrogant, he was not brainless. He was intelligent and knew when to restrain himself. Having seen the vast disparity between them, he was not foolish enough to attack Chen Yufeng again; that would be like throwing an egg against a rock.

Struggling to his feet in pain, Wang Zhenshan walked up to Chen Yufeng, cupped his hands, and bowed his head. "Your strength is overwhelming and peerless. I, Wang Zhenshan, am defeated and convinced. Thank you for teaching me a profound lesson. Please forgive my ignorance for failing to recognize a master. Spare me, and I shall take a detour whenever I encounter you in the future."

"Very well, you may go." Chen Yufeng waved his hand, signaling he would not hold a grudge. This man had no personal enmity with him; he had only been helping Kong Tianxiang. Since he had conceded so sensibly after his defeat, Chen Yufeng would not push for his total destruction. While he was arrogant and domineering, that was reserved for enemies who provoked his wrath. He was no bloodthirsty demon.

"Thank you for your mercy!" Seeing that Chen Yufeng had no intention of killing him, Wang Zhenshan finally let out a breath of relief.

He then walked over to Kong Tianxiang, who was still in a daze, and slapped him across the face repeatedly, turning his already swollen, pig-like face into a bloody mess. "Is this a man you can provoke? You’re courting death!"

After delivering these slaps, Wang Zhenshan left. Watching his retreating figure, Kong Tianxiang’s heart turned cold. He had not expected even such a master to be so vulnerable before this boy. He immediately knelt before Chen Yufeng again, sobbing and begging for mercy. "Great... Great Hero, please forgive my blindness. I had no idea who you were. I offended you, but please spare my life. I truly know I was wrong..."

"He could leave, but you cannot. I gave you a chance, and you did not cherish it. The result is death!" Chen Yufeng would show no mercy to Kong Tianxiang.

"No, please, let us negotiate. I will give you anything except my life..." On the surface, Kong Tianxiang acted like a pathetic dog, but he was merely stalling for time. As soon as the police arrived, he would see how this boy met his end.

Sure enough, at that moment, a long line of police cars—at least twenty or thirty—came roaring toward them. They quickly arrived, and over two hundred heavily armed SWAT officers poured out, swiftly surrounding the scene.

This was what Kong Tianxiang had been waiting for. In fact, he had called the police the moment his bodyguards had been kicked to the ground. Given his influence, which police leader in the capital didn't have ties to him? The team was led by Wu Jiang, the deputy chief of the Dongcheng District Branch.

Seeing reinforcements arrive, Kong Tianxiang’s confidence surged. He stood up, his face returning to its usual arrogant expression. This was foolproof. No matter how powerful or heaven-defying this boy was, he could not fight off two hundred heavily armed SWAT officers, could he? No matter how strong his fists were, could they defeat two hundred modern weapons? Impossible. It was absolutely impossible, unless he were a god descended from the heavens.