Chapter 156: Chapter 108: A Single Punch Shakes Xingning Street; Sufficient Spiritual Essence to Refine the Demon Suppression Stele
"..." Liang Qiu and the others looked at Jiang Yuanfan, speechless.
Even though Chu Fan had only extorted three maces of silver from Jiang Yuanfan, the man’s resentment ran deep.
It was understandable...
Before becoming a Seven Stars Gang disciple, those three maces of silver may have been his entire life’s savings.
...
"What?!"
The Shopkeeper of the Drunken Immortal Tower nearly passed out when he heard this.
’This commotion has already seriously affected my business today. If this pest starts hanging around my entrance every day, I might as well just shut down the Drunken Immortal Tower for good!’
’The Drunken Immortal Tower pays a monthly tribute to the Seven Stars Gang and even has to pay off these patrolling disciples, all just for some peace and quiet. I never expected the new "Boss Chu" to be so young, let alone for a mess like this to happen.’
’But you shouldn’t have made a promise like that!’
’Even if the original Zhou Ye were still alive, he might not have won against a brute built like an iron tower!’
’How could you agree to let him perform here whenever he wants in the future?’
’If he’s planted at the entrance to the Drunken Immortal Tower every single day, how am I supposed to stay in business?’
’Sigh, this move by the Iron Armor Sect is a truly dirty trick!’
...
"I don’t have that much silver."
The hulking stranger frowned.
Chu Fan laughed. "Cut the act. Someone in your line of work? How could you not have any money?"
"Never mind your previous savings. Someone hired you to deal with me, making you risk offending the Seven Stars Gang. The fee they paid you must have been substantial."
"You talked a big game just a moment ago. Don’t tell me you’re afraid to lose?"
The hulking stranger was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed. "Fine, we’ll do it your way!"
"Everyone here, bear witness!"
The surrounding crowd wore strange expressions.
They simply couldn’t understand why Chu Fan would do this.
Where on earth did his confidence come from?
Was this just the pride and arrogance of youth, unable to read the situation?
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Chu Fan moved...
He didn’t strike any fancy opening stance, only casually taking a step forward.
Seeing Chu Fan dare to approach, the hulking stranger sneered. His massive fist whistled through the air, heading straight for Chu Fan’s face, its power so immense and heavy it seemed capable of shattering stone monuments!
If that punch landed, it would have likely smashed a water buffalo’s skull to bits!
A wave of gasps rose from the crowd.
But just as the fist was about to hit Chu Fan—
Chu Fan’s body moved like a nimble swallow. He executed the Swallow Form Body Technique from the Twelve Forms Fist, dodging the ferocious strike in the nick of time.
At the same time, he used the momentum of his dodge to sink lower. His right fist clenched, the muscles in his arm bunched instantly, and a stable, immense force erupted from him!
Twelve Forms Fist—
Bear Form Shattering Fist!
"THUD!"
A dull thud, like a fist striking tanned leather, echoed out!
Chu Fan’s fist slammed squarely into the giant’s abdomen!
The sneer on the giant’s face instantly froze, replaced by a look of utter agony and disbelief.
He felt as if he’d been struck by a true prehistoric bear, as if all his internal organs had been rearranged. His massive body went completely limp, his feet lifted off the ground, and he was sent flying backward!
THUMP! He crumpled heavily to his knees, hands clutching his stomach desperately. He was in so much pain he could only whimper, unable to utter a single word.
The entire area in front of the Drunken Immortal Tower instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stared, their jaws hanging open as if they had just witnessed the most incredible thing in the world.
One move?
Just one move?
This Chu Fan—who looked far too young and was nowhere near as brawny as his opponent—had defeated the iron-tower-like giant in a single move? The same giant who had so easily beaten Zhang Meng earlier?
How was this possible?!
On the second floor of the Drunken Immortal Tower, Liang Yuhen shot to her feet, her pale face filled with alarm.
She had been waiting to see Chu Fan humiliated, but she never imagined she would witness such a complete rout!
Chu Fan’s strength far surpassed her expectations!
’Back then, it took him three moves to beat me when I was still in the Blood Refining Realm!’
’So how could he defeat a giant at the peak of the Bone Marrow Forging Realm in a single move?!’
"He... how did he get this strong? How long has it even been?!"
"Or... was he not even using his full strength back at Luofeng Valley?"
Liang Yuhen’s eyes were filled with disbelief.
On the other side of the second floor, a trace of surprise also flashed through Cao Feng’s eyes.
He thought he had the best grasp of Chu Fan’s strength, but he still hadn’t expected this—even he had misjudged it!
’I originally guessed that all Twelve Forms of his Twelve Forms Fist might have reached the Great Success stage.’
’But that Step Technique and the Bear Form Shattering Fist just now... they were already flawless, at the level of Perfection!’
’That seemingly simple Body Technique and punch contained an ineffable fluidity and grace!’
’Even I might not be able to execute that move so perfectly!’
"This kid... he really gives me a new surprise every day!"
Cao Feng was in a great mood. He lifted his teacup as if it were strong liquor and drained it in one gulp.
...
In front of the Drunken Immortal Tower, Chu Fan acted as if he had just done something trivial.
He slowly walked over to the hulking stranger and silently looked down at the man curled up in a ball on the ground.
"COUGH COUGH!"
The hulking stranger coughed a few times and struggled to pull out several silver notes from his robes.
Chu Fan took the silver notes and, under everyone’s gaze, gave them a rough count.
Then, he gave the short, chubby youth a look.
The short, chubby youth immediately understood. He scurried over and took the stranger’s hat, which had been placed to the side and was filled with copper coins.
"A bet’s a bet. Take your things, leave Cyan Yang City, and don’t cause any more trouble."
Chu Fan’s voice was calm, but it carried an undeniable authority.
The giant struggled to his feet, the intense pain in his abdomen causing cold sweat to stream down his face.
The look he gave Chu Fan was filled with fear and lingering terror—with that last punch, his opponent had clearly shown mercy. Otherwise, he would probably be a dead man by now!
He gave Chu Fan a deep bow, his voice hoarse. "Thank you... thank you, Boss Chu, for your mercy. I... I will leave now."
With that, he endured the pain, pushed his way wretchedly through the crowd, and soon disappeared from sight.
