Chapter 8 - 7: Su Chen’s First Battle Against a Prospective Martial Artist, The Insidious and Cunning Zhang Weidong

"Haha... Do you dare? Zhang Weidong, if you dared to come alone, you wouldn’t bring so many dogs with you, right..." Su Chen smiled faintly, looking at Zhang Weidong casually. With his current strength, he obviously wouldn’t take Zhang Weidong and this motley crew seriously. "What? You dared to call my men dogs... Su Chen, there’s no surveillance here, no one can save you today. If I don’t beat you until you kneel and call me dad, I wouldn’t be Zhang Weidong..." After finishing, Zhang Weidong waved his hand, commanding the dozen or so men to swarm forward. "Beat him, beat the shit out of him..." The dozen martial arts school students, including the earlier yellow-haired guy, encircled Su Chen from all directions. If it were the former Su Chen, he naturally couldn’t handle such a situation; dealing with one or two was already challenging for him. But now... Su Chen stepped down, and his whole body seemed to instantly transform into a phantom, sweeping between the men in front of him. "Huh? Where is he..." The men stared wide-eyed, not knowing where he had gone, but the next second, they cried out in misery one after another. "Pa pa pa..." The crisp sound of slaps echoed in the air, and the men were sent flying one by one, each falling in a posture akin to dogs munching on mud, losing several teeth and wailing continuously. "What? This... this... how is this possible?" Witnessing this scene, Zhang Weidong’s eyes widened, his mouth agape large enough to fit an egg. Not only him, but the black-clad bodyguard beside him also wore an incredulous expression. Is this truly the combat power of an ordinary martial arts student? Subsequently, others were also swept to the ground by Su Chen, unable to rise again. No way around it, under Su Chen’s concealed strength now, each punch weighed five to six hundred kilograms, and coupled with the protection of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, those punches and kicks hitting him felt like mere tickles. Conversely, he easily dispatched them one punch at a time. Until Su Chen toppled everyone and his gaze rested on him, Zhang Weidong snapped back to reality. He quickly retreated two steps, hiding behind his black-clad bodyguard, trembling as he spoke. "Xiaoliu... is this... is this real? You must protect me..." "Haha, who would have thought, even a student possesses nearly martial artist-level strength, but... you’re still too young, kid..." Named Xiaoliu, the suited bodyguard looked at Su Chen with admiration, then clenched his fists, producing a crisp crackling sound. "Rest assured, young master, this kid is merely close to martial artist strength, while I, Liu Kai, am a strong presence among martial artists, more than capable of dealing with him. Given his potential, I’ll break his legs, letting him spend the rest of his life on a wheelchair." Liu Kai chuckled maliciously, assuming an attack posture and slowly advancing on Su Chen. Su Chen immediately grew serious. He knew the gap between martial artists and ordinary people was immense, evident through the opponent’s steps and aura. "Alright, Xiaoliu, do that, break Su Chen’s legs, let’s see how arrogant he gets afterward. Hit freely, I’ll shoulder any repercussions..." Seeing his martial artist bodyguard Xiaoliu about to break Su Chen’s legs, Zhang Weidong couldn’t help but get excited. He feared no consequences because he’s the young master of the Zhang Group, and in Xia Country, a place devoid of surveillance, breaking the legs of a nameless junior under his family’s influence is nothing to worry about. "No problem." Liu Kai grinned again, stepped down, and launched a straight punch at Su Chen. Though separated by seven or eight meters, the punch instantly arrived before Su Chen’s eyes. This is the speed of a martial artist, a stark contrast to the earlier martial arts school students with their fancy but ineffective techniques. "Divine Shadow Step..." Su Chen sidestepped, instantly dodging the punch. "Huh? This kid’s body technique is odd..." Xiaoliu was secretly startled, then continued to throw punches at Su Chen. The attacks from the earlier martial arts students could be easily dodged by Su Chen, but this martial artist named Xiaoliu’s attacks weren’t as easy to evade. The speed of each punch generated explosive sounds in the air, indicating just how fast they were? Seeing an elbow slam towards his chest, Su Chen directly activated the Inner Strength of the Nine Yang Divine Skill inside him. "True Qi Outburst..." "Boom..." Initially planning to finish Su Chen with an elbow strike, martial artist bodyguard Liu Kai suddenly felt a formless force surge from Su Chen’s chest, forcibly hitting him back. "What..." Liu Kai was shocked and, next, was blasted several meters away, stepping backwards multiple times to regain balance. Now, looking at Su Chen, the previous disdain had vanished, replaced by a fearfulness.