Chapter 22: Chapter 22: Kneel Down, Accept Death_1
Chen Youtie was so angry that he truly regretted not having gotten rid of his son years ago.
"Smack!"
A hefty slap sent Chen Weijie flying, as he scolded, "I’ve taught you for over a decade, yet you can’t even beat such a piece of trash, and you still dream of sleeping with his wife?"
After disciplining his son, Chen Youtie turned to Qin Feng and ordered coldly, "Kneel down and accept death!"
"My knees aren’t so good; I can’t kneel! I haven’t lived enough; I don’t want to die!"
Chen Youtie wasted no further words, throwing a punch directly at Qin Feng’s face.
This punch was as fast as lightning, heavy as a thousand-pound hammer. Should it strike Qin Feng’s face, it would be powerful enough to create a huge crater in it.
Facing the incoming Iron Fist, Qin Feng didn’t dodge or counterattack. Instead, he casually grabbed a man dressed in training clothes like picking up a chicken, and used him as a shield.
"Boom!"
With a sonic boom, Chen Youtie’s Iron Fist crashed into the guy’s abdomen.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
That was the sound of ribs breaking.
Qin Feng tossed the man to the ground, only then came the delayed screams of agony.
"Ahhh! Ahh..."
The voice was wretchedly miserable.
"Master Chen’s moves are ruthless indeed! Ruthless towards his own son, and even more ruthless towards his disciple!"
Qin Feng’s mockery made Chen Youtie’s nose twist with rage.
He roared furiously, "If you’re a man, fight me fair and square. Stop showing off and using these despicable tricks that people despise!"
"Fine, but I have a condition."
"Speak!"
"If I win, you compensate Qian Fugui with fifty million, and promise that from now on, you will stop harassing Blue Sky Pharmaceuticals. If you go back on your word, I’ll come and beat you and your son eight times a day!"
"And if you lose?"
"Do with me as you will!"
Chen Weijie, reflecting on the sidelines, eagerly interjected, "If you lose, hand over your wife to me for fun, and you’ll also have to film it for us."
"You shameless wretch, all you know are such vile things!"
Chen Youtie was exasperated beyond belief - to be so iron-hardened yet unable to forge his own son! How had he, a hero in his own right, ended up fathering such a disgraceful son?
"Dad, since you’re going to kill them anyway, can’t you let me have my fun before doing it? It won’t interfere with anything if I play before you kill them," Chen Weijie pleaded pitifully.
After shaking his head and sighing, Chen Youtie glared at Qin Feng and said coldly, "If you lose, let my son have his way with your wife. However he wants to play, you and your wife must comply. After that, I’ll kill you both!"
"Thanks, Dad! You’re really my dad!"
Chen Weijie’s words tinted Chen Youtie’s face with a faint shade of green.
He had a brother, Chen Youjun, who was just like his son: never serious about martial arts training and always chasing after frivolous matters. Despite never having caught them in the act, during the years when he devoutly practiced martial arts and paid little attention to household affairs, it had been Chen Youjun tending to everything. Even when his wife was in confinement, it had been Chen Youjun, his younger brother-in-law, taking care of her.
"Chen Youjun might be dissolute, but he wouldn’t go so far as to eat the grass on his own turf," Chen Youtie consoled himself internally, regaining his stern demeanor.
He turned to Qin Feng, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent, and hissed, "Make your move! If you don’t have the guts to play, then kneel down and accept death! At the very least, I can assure that you won’t have to watch your wife be played with by my son."
Though he comforted himself, Chen Youtie was still troubled. In that moment, he was utterly furious and eager to kill!
If he couldn’t kill Qin Feng today, he wouldn’t be able to swallow his pride.
As for Qian Ruxue, Chen Youtie wouldn’t kill her. He planned to let that despicable woman be at Chen Weijie’s mercy. In his eyes, all women were contemptible and deserved to be played with to death!
Without waiting for Qin Feng to respond, Chen Youtie’s eager Iron Fist had already thundered out.
"Boom!"
With a sonic boom, Chen Youtie’s fists struck out in a high-low combo, both aimed at Qin Feng simultaneously.
This time, Qin Feng didn’t rely on tricks and met the fists head-on, throwing his own punches in return.
The fists collided.
"Boom!"
A sound as if a meteor had struck Earth erupted.
Qin Feng stood solid as Mount Tai, unshaken.
Due to the enormous impact, Chen Youtie was sent flying back like a cannonball being shot out of its barrel.
But being a Grandmaster, Chen Youtie’s strength was not just for show but solidly real.
After flying through the air for more than ten meters, he arched his back and shifted his weight downwards, forcefully bringing his feet to the ground.
Then, he staggered backward a few steps.
Finally, screeching to a halt with the soles of his sneakers on the ground, leaving skid marks of four or five meters long, he finally came to a stop.
Chen Youtie was shocked!
How could this young man make him lose composure like this?
Qin Feng was also surprised; he had assumed that his blows could directly fracture Chen Youtie’s arms. However, in that instant, Chen Youtie managed to absorb all the force and use the rebound energy to let his body be thrown back.
Although it appeared quite unseemly, it was the only choice in that situation to avoid injury.
Seeing Chen Youtie forced back, and so embarrassingly at that,
Chen Weijie was in shock.
Was this kid really that strong? He had managed to withstand his father’s dual punches and even pushed his father back so many steps?
