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Chapter 108: Chapter 90 The Strength of a True Master (4K)

"Big Brother!"

Xue Jing looked at the broad and robust figure in front of him and spoke with unsettled fright.

That instant just now was probably the closest he had ever come to death.

The speed that left his body completely unable to react, and the bone-chilling coldness on his neck...

He had no doubt that if that palm had touched him, it would have cut through his neck as easily as slicing through tofu.

'Is this... the gap between me and a true martial arts powerhouse?'

Xue Jing's gaze flickered.

The gap in strength was simply too great.

He had almost no ability to resist; if the other person wanted, he could have killed him on the spot.

Fortunately, he wasn't alone...

Meng Boshang turned his head to glance at Xue Jing, nodded, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he were smiling. It seemed like he was just saying hello.

The sandbag-like huge palm held the wrist of the person opposite firmly like a vise, unmoving, displaying a frightening amount of strength in the silence.

Xue Jing followed the arm in front of him with his eyes.

The neatly combed grizzled hair, the aged and grim face that still bore a look of shock and anger, the invisible Power around his body pulsating, cutting thin, long ravines into the floor around him.

"Jiao Hongyuan, you shameful old dog,"

Li Qi, sitting in the wheelchair a distance away, spoke coldly.

"Your damn son sought out my disciple for a martial arts practice contest, was defeated fair and square, and now you old dog have the nerve to attack my disciple?"

"Decades have passed, and have the few dog teeth that I, your father, knocked out grown back? Do you think I'm a soft persimmon that you can pinch whenever you please?"

Jiao Hongyuan was at a loss for words for a moment; he looked at the deep human-shaped indent on the wall, where Li Chengxuan was embedded.

"Master..."

From the wall, came the muffled voice of Li Chengxuan.

Jiao Hongyuan's face changed, he twisted his wrist, and the Power swirling around him removed Meng Boshang's grip.

Then with a flicker of his figure, he had already moved next to the wall.

As he moved, Meng Boshang extended his muscular, thick arm, protecting Xue Jing behind him.

"Chengxuan."

Jiao Hongyuan called out, seeing that Li Chengxuan was embedded too deeply to pull out easily. He then stretched out his palm and drew it across the wall several times, slicing it open.

Steel rebar and concrete offered no resistance; they were cut through as if they were playdough by the Palm Knife, leaving smooth openings as if made by a Divine Weapon.

"Crash, crash——"

Rubble fell, dust billowed, and Li Chengxuan extricated himself from the wall, looking utterly disheveled, with his body covered in bruises and rents in his clothing, revealing skin mottled with bruises.

"Hiss——"

Yet, he seemed in surprisingly good shape, and was currently sucking in a breath of cold air, holding his protruding, twisted fingers.

"Master, I was careless,"

he looked at Jiao Hongyuan and said with his head bowed.

Not far off, Zhu Shanying, upon hearing this, immediately curled his lip in dissatisfaction and said:

"What do you mean 'careless'? If you can't win, you can't win; don't make excuses!"

"There are so many eyes here, and everyone saw it clearly!"

The ordinary disciples around, intimidated by the inhuman strength Jiao Hongyuan had just displayed, didn't dare to speak up, but they nodded in agreement nonetheless.

What carelessness? It was purely a gap in strength.

Jiao Hongyuan spoke quietly to Li Chengxuan, "We'll talk about this when we get back."

He turned his head toward Li Qi.

Then, to everyone's surprise, he bowed deeply toward Li Qi, hands clasped in a fist, and said loudly:

"Seventh Master! I was wrong just now. In my haste to protect my disciple, I acted out of urgency and struck your disciple. I apologize to you here!"

"In a few days, I'll set a table, invite colleagues, and formally apologize to you in front of everyone, compensating you for all losses. You decide the amount of the losses, whatever it is!"

"What do you think of this solution?"

Jiao Hongyuan's posture was unexpectedly humble, a stark contrast to his aggressive manner when he had burst through the window and attacked Xue Jing directly earlier, baffling everyone present.

Li Qi narrowed his eyes, sensing something was amiss.

This old dog was not someone known to Li Qi to be this mild-tempered.

Whenever something is abnormal, there must be a demon at play.

Li Qi, as a Martial Arts Grandmaster, understood the ultimate principles of martial conflict.

The more the enemy doesn't want us to do something, the more we must do it.

Seeing that Jiao Hongyuan was so eager for peace, Li Qi might not know the reason, but he understood that he could not just go along with his wishes.

"What's the use of an apology if martial arts practice will suffice?"

Li Qi scoffed with a laugh.

"If you truly want to apologize, that's fine. Chop off that hand you extended toward my disciple, and your father here will accept your apology."

"This is too much!" Li Chengxuan shouted angrily.

"The one being too much is you, punk who still needs his ass wiped after shitting! Daring to shout around here!"

Li Qi scolded with flying spittle.

Pointing at Li Chengxuan's nose, he looked like he was about to stand up as he cursed:

"You come here acting like a brainless prat, and even though you lost, you still have the face to yell. If you were under my tutelage, you would've been kicked down the drain long ago!"

Li Chengxuan, with a finger pointed at his nose, wanted to retort, but he couldn't refute the hard truths being thrown at him. Opening and closing his mouth he couldn't find the words to say, and ended up shaking with rage.

Jiao Hongyuan frowned slightly, gestured with his hand for Li Chengxuan not to speak, and then said to Li Qi:

"Seventh Master, that condition is a bit too much."

Li Qi chuckled dismissively.

"Too much?"

Without another word, he turned to look at Meng Boshang.

"Boshang, close the doors and beat the dog."

Meng Boshang's serene face showed no change. He nodded slightly, his movements undetectable, as his long hair that reached his waist began to rise without any wind, coiling itself up, ready for a fight.