Chapter 171: Chapter 171: Victory Without Valor_1
Before, Linghu Xiang did indeed underestimate his opponent.
As a result, he only used less than half of his strength.
After the palm strike just now, he had basically gauged Qin Feng’s power.
The young man before him was already a ninth-rank martial master, and might even be a first-rank Grandmaster.
Given time, once he matured, he would be an extraordinary force to reckon with.
Therefore, Linghu Xiang decided to cripple Qin Feng tonight,
He absolutely would not allow such a formidable enemy to grow wildly and become a threat eventually.
Future potential rivals must be nipped in the bud!
"Ho!"
Linghu Xiang suddenly shouted and then lifted the large stone lion at the entrance of the bank.
This stone lion weighed at least two or three thousand pounds.
Linghu Xiang lifted it with ease using only one hand.
Doesn’t this show just how astonishing his arm strength is?
"Oh! Are you going to perform a lion dance for me?"
Qin Feng taunted with a comment.
No sooner had his words fallen than Linghu Xiang flung the stone lion he held in his hand, smashing it directly towards Qin Feng.
This stone lion was made of stone, and it was solid.
If it hit, one would be smashed into a mush of flesh!
Seeing the stone lion smashing towards him, Qin Feng pushed off the ground with the tip of his toe, his body leaping up effortlessly to land right on top of the lion.
With a stomp of his foot, he stood on the lion’s head.
The lion seat crashed to the ground with a thud.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a muffled sound, the stone lion created a deep pit in the ground.
It not only shattered the tiles on the floor but also stirred up a cloud of blinding dust.
"Your moves are pretty nimble, kid,"
Linghu Xiang commented.
Then, he quickly lifted the other stone lion and smashed it towards Qin Feng.
Qin Feng dealt with it in the same manner, once again stomping the stone lion to the ground.
At that moment, Linghu Xiang, like a bolt of lightning, charged directly at Qin Feng.
He transformed his left hand into a blade, chopping towards Qin Feng’s neck,
and clenched his right fist, throwing a heavy punch directly at Qin Feng’s chest.
He wanted to break all of Qin Feng’s ribs with one punch,
causing his internal organs to rupture and him to vomit blood and die.
Attacking from both sides, he struck with both of his hands.
Qin Feng couldn’t be bothered to block and instead countered with an attack, a side kick aimed at Linghu Xiang’s face.
"Smack!"
With a dull sound, Linghu Xiang’s face was directly kicked askew.
He was also sent flying by the force of the kick.
After tracing a perfect parabola through the air,
"Thud!"
Linghu Xiang crashed heavily to the ground, in a complete mess.
He gnashed his teeth in pain but ultimately suppressed his cries of agony.
His two-pronged attack hadn’t only failed to harm the young man, but he had also been kicked away by him.
This was embarrassingly humiliating!
In his life, Linghu Xiang had never been so mortified.
With the agility of a carp flipping over, Linghu Xiang sprang up to his feet.
He dusted off his clothes and let out a cold laugh.
"Heh heh!"
After finishing his laugh, he purposefully showed a face full of scorn while looking at Qin Feng.
"You young man, instead of learning something useful, you have learned plenty of sneaky tricks. If you have the guts, fight me head-on. What’s so skilled about ambushing with underhanded tactics? For a person practicing Martial Tao, relying on dirty tricks is disgraceful. Even if you win in the end, it’s an undeserved victory!"
Linghu Xiang didn’t believe Qin Feng was stronger than him.
Because, in the few moves that had come before, Qin Feng had been playing with finesse.
Using only four ounces of strength to move a thousand pounds, while also a legitimate technique of Martial Tao, does not represent true strength.
In the face of absolute power, all tricky skills are like embroidered pillows, all too weak to withstand a single blow.
"Are you sure you want to clash with me head-on?" Qin Feng asked.
"What, you don’t dare?"
"How could I possibly not dare? I’m just worried that your fists are too soft. If I go all out, I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it."
Qin Feng said casually, hands tucked in his pockets.
He had an air of not taking Linghu Xiang seriously in the slightest.
Feeling humiliated, Linghu Xiang glared angrily and roared, "You’re courting death!"
Then, he threw his fists forward.
Both fists, like two one-thousand-pound hammers, smashed directly towards Qin Feng.
Since Linghu Xiang had called for Qin Feng to match him with brute force, Qin Feng naturally had to satisfy him!
Qin Feng didn’t show any signs of weakness, launching two fists of his own at the same time.
When Linghu Xiang’s fists were thrown out, they were shrouded in billowing white smoke, as though they were on fire.
That was his True Qi!
True Qi Release!
With True Qi enveloping his fists, it was as if he had fitted steel gauntlets over them.
They could increase the hardness of his fists a thousandfold!
Even if faced with ten-centimeter-thick steel plates, they could punch right through!
But the two fists Qin Feng threw out, not to mention billowing white smoke, didn’t even have a whiff of air around them.
This clearly showed that Qin Feng had not used any True Qi.
Without True Qi Release, those were just ordinary fists.
To clash fists with Linghu Xiang was nothing short of suicidal.
As Linghu Xiang fantasized about smashing Qin Feng’s pair of fists to pieces,
The four fists collided.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
A thunderous explosion as if the heavens had torn and the earth had split erupted.
A blinding white flash burst in the air, followed by a powerful shockwave that sent Linghu Xiang flying.
After describing another parabola,
"Thud!"
Linghu Xiang once again fell hard onto the ground.
His fists were completely numb and had swollen up like two pickled pig trotters.
Having suffered such a heavy blow, that kid’s fists must be ruined by now, right?
Linghu Xiang looked closely, and was instantly stunned.
Qin Feng was still standing in the same spot, hands still in his pockets, humming a little tune.
Clearly, he appeared to have been completely untouched.
Could it be that the head-on clash hadn’t hurt the kid at all?
Impossible!
His own "Twin Dragons Playing with Pearls" attack had used eighty percent of his strength.
No matter how formidable that kid was, he couldn’t have possibly taken it without any harm.
Could it be that his hands were tucked in his pockets because they were already ruined, pretending to be tough on purpose?
Having figured out Qin Feng’s ploy, Linghu Xiang couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.
"Heh heh!"
After laughing, he said, "Do you think by keeping your hands in your pockets, I can’t tell they’re already ruined? You, who thinks too highly of yourself, dared to clash fists with me, a fifth-grade Grandmaster? Now that your hands are ruined, I wonder how you plan to fight next?"
Qin Feng kept his hands in his pockets, not as a pretense of bravado; it was just a habit.
Who’d have thought it would cause such a huge misunderstanding for Linghu Xiang?
Qin Feng was amused.
With a heh heh laughing, he said, "Who said my hands were ruined? Both my hands are perfectly fine! Not to mention being ruined, there’s not even a slight redness."
Qin Feng took his hands out of his pockets and shook them for Linghu Xiang to see.
Showed him the backs first, then turned them around to show the palms.
