Chapter 221: Chapter 221: Slapped in the Face_1
"With your skills less impressive than that of an amateur, are you sure you still want to play with me? That move just now, I wasn’t even serious,"
"If I were serious, the moment you fell to the ground, I could have easily sliced you with one blow, and you would have been dead."
Qin Feipeng wasn’t sparing Qin Feng’s life out of any sense of conscience. He refrained because Ouyang Bingbing was also there, watching from below the stage. He needed to put on a bit of an act.
Although the Moon Slay Blade required human blood to nurture, ordinary people’s blood hardly had any effect. It needed the blood of a Martial Tao expert to be effective.
The stronger the opponent, the more the blade relished their blood.
"Whoosh!"
Qin Feipeng sheathed the Moon Slay Blade and threw it down to an attendant below the stage.
Because from the first move Qin Feng had shown, to handle such an insignificant bug, he didn’t need to use the Moon Slay Blade at all.
The reason he had taken out the Moon Slay Blade earlier was to show it off to other scions from prominent families.
This was his statement, his attitude that he was determined to marry Ouyang Bingbing today.
Deities or Buddhas, none shall stand in my way!
Qin Feipeng’s actions surprised Qin Feng a bit.
So, he asked with a chuckle, "What’s the meaning of this? Doesn’t your Moon Slay Blade crave human blood? Or is it that my blood isn’t good enough for you?"
"The Moon Slay Blade does crave human blood, but only the blood of capable people. Your lowlife, insect blood would only sully my Moon Slay Blade,"
"Even wielding the Moon Slay Blade, you couldn’t cause me any harm. Without even holding a weapon in your hand, I doubt you could touch a single hair of mine."
Qin Feng deliberately taunted Qin Feipeng there.
Qin Feipeng was the Qin Family’s second grandson, and the Qin Family had Baidi Palace in Zhonghai—a place Qin Feng had his mind set on!
Therefore, today he had to draw out the Qin Family’s decision-maker, to get acquainted and become familiar.
Later on, it would be more convenient to set his sights on Baidi Palace!
Baidi Palace was an especially suitable place for cultivation. If he could consummate his marriage with Xue Xiaochan there, that would be perfect.
Cultivation is not a sordid affair, so it needs to be open and aboveboard.
As the master of Baidi Palace, Qin Feng had to consummate his marriage with Xue Xiaochan there to achieve the best effect.
Seeing Qin Feng standing there, seemingly lost in thought and clearly not taking him seriously, Qin Feipeng became somewhat angry.
"Take this!"
He shouted, giving Qin Feng a heads-up.
Then, he turned his palm into a blade and chopped toward Qin Feng’s neck.
Seeing the hand-chop coming, Qin Feng retreated again, his heel kicking the red carpet, and he fell once more with a thud.
This time, Qin Feipeng would not be polite with him anymore.
He charged forward, turning his chopping hand into a fist, and threw a punch right at Qin Feng’s face.
Just at that moment, Qin Feng who was sitting on the ground, suddenly lifted his leg just right, his sole striking squarely between Qin Feipeng’s legs.
"Ah! Ahh!"
Unable to hold it in, Qin Feipeng cried out, then quickly cupped his crotch with both hands.
Qin Feng hadn’t kicked with force; it was all the impact of Qin Feipeng’s own momentum, so he wasn’t truly injured.
After enduring that excruciatingly sour burst of pain, Qin Feipeng regained his senses and cursed furiously, "You shameful and despicable lowlife, how dare you ambush me like this?"
"Hey, I didn’t ambush you. Your attack scared me so I lifted my leg to balance myself, then you ran into it yourself.
If anyone’s shameful and despicable, it’s you!
Even interested in a man’s feet—you really are disgusting," Qin Feng retorted.
Ouyang Bingbing couldn’t help but snort with laughter at Qin Feng’s words.
After laughing, she cursed in her heart, "Shameless dog!"
Qin Feipeng, so furious that smoke might well have shot from his nostrils, swung his fist and smashed it directly into Qin Feng’s stomach.
This punch was heavy and powerful, like a sledgehammer, and if it truly struck the stomach, it would have burst Qin Feng’s intestines and forced the shit out of him.
As the Iron Fist approached, Qin Feng rolled away like a donkey.
Qin Feipeng’s fist smashed directly onto the arena.
"Thud!"
A muffled sound echoed as a large hole was smashed into the arena.
The arena was constructed of wooden planks, each ten centimeters thick. Although not as hard as concrete, even a thousand pounds of force wouldn’t normally break them.
Qin Feipeng’s punch not only broke several wooden planks but also drove the shattered pieces deep into the ground beneath.
The ground was covered with marble floor tiles, which also bore a hole from the impact.
"Holy shit! Mr. Qin, are you that ruthless?
Is it necessary to go this far for a woman?
Had that punch just now hit my stomach, wouldn’t it have blown a big hole through it?"
"Die!"
Qin Feipeng couldn’t be bothered to waste more words with Qin Feng and stepped down hard, aiming between Qin Feng’s legs.
He still remembered the sour and stinking pain from earlier!
Today, he may not kill Qin Feng, but he would beat this stinking loser until his ass leaked urine, crippling him so that he’d never be a man again.
Turning this little pest into a eunuch would teach him not to compete for women with himself, wouldn’t it?
Of course, when Qin Feipeng harbored such thoughts, he also intended to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.
Only by brutalizing Qin Feng would no one dare to challenge or compete with him for Ouyang Bingbing.
Seeing Qin Feipeng’s stomp coming, Qin Feng naturally stopped playing possum.
Like a carp jumping through the dragon gate, he used his waist to propel himself up from the arena with a leap.
While mid-air, he performed a Dragon Swings Tail, a spinning back kick aimed at Qin Feipeng.
"Snap!"
A crisp sound rang out as Qin Feng’s foot smacked Qin Feipeng’s face, sending him flying.
In the end, with a thud, he landed back on the arena.
Touching his face, which was throbbing from the pain and dirtied by the sole of a shoe, Qin Feipeng was livid, veins popping with rage.
He had never suffered such humiliation in his life!
In front of the distinguished families at the Capital during Ouyang Yi’s eightieth birthday, he had been kicked in the face by a stinking nobody.
If word got out, would Qin Feipeng still have any face left?
The only way to salvage his pride now was by killing Qin Feng, to avenge the disgrace of that kick.
"You dare kick my face?"
"What’s the matter? You can turn me into a eunuch, but it’s not okay for me to kick your face once? Just because you are Mr. Qin, can you be so aggressively unreasonable without logic?
In this arena, I won’t indulge you. If you celebrate the first, I must show you the fifteenth."
Qin Feipeng, with killing intent reignited, reached out his hand, and said coldly to his attendant, "Bring me the Moon Slay Blade!"
The Moon Slay Blade was handed to Qin Feipeng once again.
That kick from Qin Feng made Qin Feipeng recognize his strength.
The stinking nobody had some Martial Tao skills.
However, Qin Feng’s true abilities were still not fully revealed to Qin Feipeng.
To be on the safe side, Qin Feipeng had to strike with all his might!
