Chapter 203: Chapter 203: Iron Fist Shakes the Heavens_1
Shen Bao’s veins bulged as he clenched his fists tightly.
The True Qi from his Dantian was channeled into his fists, causing wisps of white smoke to rise from them.
That was murderous intent!
Overwhelming murderous intent!
Shen Bao threw a punch at Qin Feng, a punch that was ferocious and incredibly fast.
It tore through the air, even sparking friction fires as it went.
With this punch, Shen Bao had put forth all his strength.
Given the speed of the punch, Qin Feng certainly couldn’t dodge it. As for the painting by Tang Bohu, he couldn’t care less about it at that moment.
If he didn’t knock this damned loser to the ground in one move, more treasures would end up damaged.
"Rip!"
That was the sound of the painting being pierced.
The painting by Tang Bohu now had a large hole in it, torn right through the middle.
Because Shen Bao’s punch was infused with True Qi, the part that was directly hit caught fire immediately, turning into ashes.
However, Qin Feng was completely unharmed, and even managed to get behind Shen Bao.
Qin Feng patted his shoulder and commented with a chuckle, "Not bad, that punch had force!"
Shen Bao was dumbfounded.
His punch just now had been sudden and extremely fast.
Qin Feng was just a filthy loser, how did he manage to dodge it?
Not only had he dodged it, but he also managed to get behind him and patted his shoulder.
This was as if telling Shen Bao that if he had made a move, he would have already been sneak attacked.
This was a provocation, a blatant provocation!
He threw a punch and missed, ruining Tang Bohu’s painting without even touching a single hair on that filthy loser.
What’s most important was that in the end, he was provoked by him.
Shen Bao could not restrain his fury; he was burning with rage!
He was a fourth-grade Grandmaster!
Qin Feng’s behavior was like slapping his face, loud and clear, in front of a public audience.
"You’re courting death!"
Shen Bao bellowed, then he launched his fists, both striking at Qin Feng simultaneously.
Faced with the oncoming fists, Qin Feng didn’t dodge but casually lifted a table worth a million to block the blows.
Boom!
The fists hit the table with a Heaven-Shaking boom.
Even though the table was worth a million, it was still made of wood, and even if it were mahogany, it wouldn’t be harder than Shen Bao’s Iron Fist!
So, following the loud noise, the table now had two large holes in it.
As for Qin Feng, he once again appeared behind Shen Bao and patted his shoulder, chuckling once more.
"This table might be less expensive than the painting just now, but it must also be quite valuable, right? Your punches punched through two big holes. Now the table can no longer be used; you’ve ruined it again!"
"If you have the guts, don’t dodge and fight me head-on!"
"I don’t have the guts, I’m all for dodging."
Qin Feng picked up a crystal art piece, a beautiful red-crowned crane.
Though this item was modern, it was still quite valuable.
Art pieces aren’t differentiated by modern and ancient; their value is mainly about the material and whether it’s a master’s work or not.
Song Feiying was enraged and yelled at Shen Bao, "At any cost, take him down!"
From the few moves Shen Bao exchanged with Qin Feng, Song Feiying could tell.
Qin Feng definitely wasn’t as strong as Shen Bao, but he was very agile.
Because it was his own home, filled with valuable items, Shen Bao was somewhat hesitant to destroy them.
Thus, Song Feiying threw out this line, giving Shen Bao a peace of mind, telling him to go all out.
To keep fighting Qin Feng like this, with my hands tied, all the treasures in my room would soon be trashed.
Better to let loose and have a good fight, quickly subdue this damned loser!
"Yes, Second Young Master!"
With Song Feiying’s words, Shen Bao could now fully unleash himself.
"Die for me!"
Shen Bao cracked his knuckles loudly, gathering all the True Qi in his Dantian into his fist.
His fist, originally the size of a bowl, now swelled tenfold to the size of an iron hammer.
Shen Bao was about to unleash his final move.
"Let you see the power of my Heaven-Shaking Fist!"
Shen Bao threw a punch at Qin Feng, a move called Iron Fist Shakes Heaven!
When thrown, it seemed to be a single fist.
But just before hitting Qin Feng, the single fist multiplied into countless fists.
These fists were all created by Shen Bao using his True Qi.
Iron Fist Shakes Heaven, one fist with the roar of ten thousand thunders!
Ten thousand little fists, each with the force of a thousand jun, smashed towards Qin Feng from different directions, leaving him nowhere to dodge!
The last time Shen Bao used this move was on the battlefield.
With one Iron Fist Shakes Heaven, he killed a hundred enemies.
Back then, he was a hero.
Now, he had become nothing more than a lackey doing Song Feiying’s dirty work.
After coming from the Northern Border, Shen Bao enjoyed wealth and luxury, wine and women.
But all of this was obtained by doing those conscienceless deeds for Song Feiying, in exchange for his lost conscience.
Abducting women in three seconds to bring back to play at Song’s third courtyard was the kindest thing Song Feiying did.
As for murder and arson, he did plenty of that.
And Shen Bao had a hand in all of those things.
Otherwise, how could he afford to give Shen Bao such good treatment?
Just as the fist was about to land, a golden light flashed on Qin Feng’s body, enveloping him like a large bubble.
Shen Bao’s punch hit the bubble, feeling like it struck cotton, and he couldn’t exert his strength.
What shocked him the most was that all the True Qi he released was absorbed by that bubble.
Qin Feng was experimenting with the "Turtle Breathing Skill" from the Xuanhuang Medical Classic.
Like an old turtle, he stayed still, letting the opponent attack while absorbing their True Qi.
The more vicious the opponent’s attack, the more True Qi he could absorb.
Eventually, the opponent would become weaker and weaker, while he would become stronger and stronger.
The Turtle Breathing Skill’s principle was: if the enemy doesn’t move, I won’t move; if the enemy moves, I remain unshakably still. With stillness, I control all motion; with inactivity, I control all actions.
After feeling his True Qi being absorbed, Shen Bao started to panic.
He immediately tried to retract his fist, but once it entered the bubble, it felt like his whole body was trapped in a swamp.
The harder he tried to pull it out, the deeper he sank.
In the end, he had to cut off the channels between his Dantian and his fist, stopping the True Qi from continuing to flow into his fist.
With the last bit of True Qi absorbed,
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the bubble burst, and Shen Bao was blasted away.
That fist just now had depleted half of his True Qi, which would take at least half a year of training to recover.
Qin Feng, on the other hand, had acquired a good amount of True Qi from a Fourth-Grade Grandmaster.
After experiencing what just happened, Qin Feng discovered that simply standing straight and taking hits seemed more interesting than exchanging blows in a fight.
After all, the True Qi he had just effortlessly obtained would have taken a long time to cultivate himself.
The path of martial arts truly requires one to suffer blows first!
