Chapter 51


    Hei Hu gave out a stern look. While he was serving tea, he bent his right leg and did a sweeping


    kick with all of his strength, a loud crackling sound was heard as his leg flew through the air… He


    went straight toward Chu Feng’s calf!


    The smile on Li Ziyang’s face was full of relish. He closed his eyes, looking forward to hearing the


    beautiful sound of Chu Feng’s leg bones fracturing and his subsequent miserable cry, begging for


    his forgiveness while he was on his knees...


    Bang! A loud, dull thud was heard from the bottom of the table.


    Hei Hu’s sweep kicknded on Chu Feng’s calf, but it remained steady and motionless.


    Hei Hu’s expression changed instantly; he felt that he seemed to be kicking a huge mountain, and


    his right leg was bursting in excruciating pain immediately after, and the pain spread across his right


    leg.


    Chu Feng remained casual and his actions remained natural as he poured the Phoenix Oolong Tea


    from the pot into his teacup calmly and elegantly; he was not affected at all.


    How was this possible… Beads of cold sweat dripped down from Hei Hu’s forehead, and he started


    trembling. He wanted to retract his right leg, but Chu Feng shifted his left leg and exerted a force,


    trapping Hei Hu’s right leg in between his legs, and Hei Hu couldn’t move at all.


    “Why are you ying such dirty tricks in front of me? Are you courting death?” Chu Feng put his


    teacup down and uttered coldly. Thereafter, he exerted a violent force, and a loud and crisp voice


    was heard—Hei Hu’s right leg was broken by Chu Feng’s stomp, and his face was full of cold sweat


    as he suffered in pain. He gnashed his teeth in agony and his face looked twisted.


    “Hu, what’s wrong?” Li Ziyang sensed that something was wrong and his face darkened.


    “Go to hell!” Hei Hu was a tough man after all. Although his leg was broken, he turned his pain into


    strength and gave out a straight punch suddenly, his huge fist reached for Chu Feng’s face.


    He seemed to be ferocious and possessed supreme strength! His kicking skills were only at


    second-rate level, the most stunning skill he had however, was boxing. He had been training hard


    for about twenty years, and his fists could prate an iron te five centimetres thick. He even


    had the title of the ‘Iron Fist Tiger’ in the underground boxing world! With much grief and anger, Hei


    Hu exerted 120% of his strength. This time, he was extremely confident that he had the power to


    prate even a huge mountain!


    However, Chu Feng was still calm and indifferent. He put his teacup down, stuck out a finger and


    aimed it at Hei Hu’s fist. That was the one and only finger that he used!


    Cracking sounds were heard from each and every joint of Hei Hu’s arms. An invisible force was


    injuring his arms at its will like a typhoon, and his sleeves burst open in unison, followed by the


    clothes that covered his torso.


    Boom! The sturdy body of Hei Hu worth 100 kilograms flew backward by three metres instantly. He


    knocked into a few tables behind him, and some of the expensive teaware and porcin ware were


    smashed onto the ground.


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    “Hu?!” Li Ziyang eximed as he stood up. He couldn’t sit still any further, and he stared at Chu


    Feng in shock and disbelief.


    This young man managed to blow Hei Hu off with only one finger, despite the fact that Hei Hu was a


    third level practitioner in the martial arts. Three years ago, he had shaken the existence of the


    boxing champion in the underground boxing world.


    What made him panicked even more was the words Hei Hu uttered in extreme shock while trying to


    pull himself together. “This, this was ‘An Jin’ [1]. Y-you’re an Internal Energy Practitioner, and a


    sessful one!”


    There were nine levels in martial arts, and one would gradually improve his skills as time went by.


    This man had actually developed his skills in Internal Energy, which meant that he was a


    practitioner above the fifth level! He would be one of the top ten in the whole of Jiangling!


    “Since you mentioned that it’s Internal Energy, so be it,” Chu Feng smiled with slight disdain as he


    leisurely poured some tea for himself without lifting his eyes and said casually. “Is that what you’ve


    got? Not really impressive, Young Master Li. What else do you have? Bring in on, I’m in a hurry.”


    Chu Feng seemed a little tired as he stretched his body. He looked extremely bored, and he still did


    not make any eye contact; the look of arrogance on him was remarkable.


    [1] An Jin , directly tranted to ‘hidden power’ is a level of Chinese martial arts. As opposed to


    Ming Jin in which the user shows evident use of his body during the fight, the An Jin user is able to


    exert the same amount of force but with less visible external motion.