"Brazen demon child! Do you really think you can defeat me!?"

Monk Tianfang had now completely lost his previously compassionate demeanor. His ragged monk's robe fluttered loudly from the Internal Force shaking beneath it, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens; he hardly seemed like a monk who had taken vows.

Clearly, Qin Heng had truly enraged him, causing his anger to boil over and ignite a murderous intent!

"Defeat you? You flatter yourself!" Qin Heng, fist raised, had already arrived before Monk Tianfang. His expression was indifferent, like a Heavenly God looking down upon the mortal world, as he said lightly, "I'll kill you with one punch!"

BOOM!!

His punch made the air surge, screeching and whooshing like a raging storm. Enormous power rampaged without restraint, destroying everything nearby!

This was individual martial might, like a tsunami—unbelievably powerful, utterly terrifying!

From the villa's terrace, Chen Xigui and the others saw Qin Heng throw that punch. He seemed to transform into a tornado, stirring the wind and clouds, even dispersing the mist in the sky!

"How is this possible? How can this kid possess such tremendous strength?!" Chen Xigui watched Qin Heng leap into the air, his face a mask of utter shock and fear. "He's only at the Hidden Force level! How can he be so strong?!"

Below, Chen Qingzhu stared at Qin Heng in astonishment. She felt as if she were witnessing a Heavenly God capable of summoning wind and rain. she murmured to herself, "So strong! President Qin is really strong!!"

At this moment, the horrifying power Qin Heng exhibited had completely surpassed the understanding of ordinary people. It was illogically powerful, tearing through defenses as if they were rotten wood, pulverizing everything!

Too terrifying!

Simply inhuman strength!

Like an immortal, like a god!

"Impossible! Even if this kid is strong, he can't be a match for Tianfang!" Chen Ximing roared furiously. "Tianfang is already a Half-step Grandmaster, showing characteristics of a Grandmaster. He's not someone a Martial Artist at the Hidden Force level can withstand!"

"Father... Uncle!" Chen Youfang's teeth chattered, and he trembled all over in fear. Looking at Qin Heng, he exclaimed, "Can such power really still be just Hidden Force?"

Suddenly, everyone fell silent.

A punch that sent a Half-step Grandmaster flying and shattered a villa with its aftershock... such terrifying strength! Which Hidden Force practitioner could reach that level? Could he also be a Half-step Grandmaster? Or even... a true Martial Arts Grandmaster?!

"Impossible!" Chen Xigui shouted, his anger bursting forth. "Master Tianfang! Kill him! Kill this little beast! I know you have the strength to do it!"

"Evil demon, die!" Monk Tianfang also roared. He suddenly took a deep breath, churning the surrounding violent winds. His aged face momentarily turned youthful, his aura exploded, and his belly swelled like a huge balloon. Facing the rapidly approaching Qin Heng, he suddenly opened his mouth!

"HA!!"

CRACK!!

A bright white light burst from Monk Tianfang's mouth, like an ancient Sword Immortal spitting out a sword pellet! This was air condensed into high-pressure gas within Monk Tianfang, forming a beam like a lightsaber—incredibly sharp, able to slice through metal and stone—slashing towards Qin Heng's neck!

On the terrace, Chen Xigui laughed heartily. "Flying sword pellet, killing with breath—this is the power of a Grandmaster! The power of a Grandmaster! Qin Heng, you little beast, you're done for!"

"President Qin, be careful!" Chen Qingzhu couldn't help but cry out, extremely worried. She had never seen such wondrous tactics before!

"Mere ants!" Qin Heng snorted coldly. His punch's force undiminished, he continued forward, directly hitting the white beam of energy that resembled sword light.

BOOM!

The air exploded. The white "sword light" shattered as easily as paper under Qin Heng's punch—an unstoppable blow. His speed wasn't hindered in the slightest as he reached Monk Tianfang.

"Impossible!"

"How can this be possible?!"

"Master Tianfang, be careful!"

A string of alarmed cries came from the terrace. Qin Heng's strength had exceeded their comprehension.

"Golden Bell Shield!"

Monk Tianfang, seeing Qin Heng's immensely powerful punch about to hit him, let out a furious roar. His Inner Strength, already on the cusp of transforming into True Qi, whirled crazily within him, forming a faint golden light over his body.

This made him appear in the night like a Saint bathed in Buddhist light, immensely sacred, as if impervious to all attacks and capable of warding off all evil!

"Come on! My Golden Bell Shield is fully activated; even a sniper rifle can't break through it!" Monk Tianfang, truly enraged, glared fiercely and roared at Qin Heng, openly provoking him.

"Ridiculous!" Qin Heng's expression was indifferent, his gaze calm. His fist had already shot out, hammering fiercely into Monk Tianfang's chest!

BOOM!

The golden light instantly shattered like a thin sheet of paper before Qin Heng's fist, offering no defense whatsoever. Monk Tianfang's voice still echoed, but his Golden Bell Shield had already broken!

"Impossible!" Monk Tianfang exclaimed in shock, attempting to flee. But it was too late. He suddenly felt an intense pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw Qin Heng's fist—delivered with a seemingly light swing—had smashed into his chest, completely penetrating it, the fist now extending out from his back.

"You! You!" Monk Tianfang's face froze. His strong vitality allowed him to speak despite such injuries. His eyes bulged as he stared at Qin Heng, exclaiming in horror, "Martial Dao... Grand... Grandmaster!"

"It seems you didn't want to talk. One punch was enough to kill you," Qin Heng said, gently shaking his head. His fist vibrated with Internal Force, and a terrifying burst of power erupted!

BOOM!

Monk Tianfang's entire body instantly burst into a mist of blood, scattering in all directions. Not even a particle of his body remained; he was truly turned to ash!

「He was dead.」

A man who had cultivated Hidden Force for fifty years!

Known as the closest to the Grandmaster of Transcendence!

Renowned as a Half-step Grandmaster!

He couldn't even withstand a single punch from Qin Heng!

He was directly blown into a cloud of blood mist, obliterated from existence!

On the terrace, Chen Xigui, Chen Ximing, and Chen Youfang were so frightened their faces turned deathly pale. They collapsed to the ground, staring at Qin Heng in utter horror, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Devil! You are a devil!" Chen Youfang suddenly yelled manically. He flipped his hand, pulled out a pistol, gripped it with both hands, and aimed at Qin Heng.

BANG BANG BANG BANG!!

A series of gunshots rang out, muzzle flashes lighting up the night as bullets flew toward Qin Heng. This was the great killing machine that had ended an era; a century ago, countless martial arts experts had died by firearms. Moreover, with technological advancements, modern pistols far surpassed those of a hundred years ago in both speed and damage.

"Die! Die! Die!" Chen Youfang, like a madman, recklessly fired at Qin Heng. Even after emptying a whole magazine, he quickly reloaded and continued firing.

For a time, the entire Purple Imperial Huayuan Villa was filled with the relentless sound of gunfire.

So many bullets! If even a few hit, a normal person would have been riddled like a sieve!

"AHH!" Chen Qingzhu screamed in terror. Looking at Qin Heng, she exclaimed, "President Qin! President Qin, are you alright?!"

BANG BANG!

CLICK CLICK CLICK!

Finally, the sound of the pistol jamming echoed as Chen Youfang ran out of bullets. He collapsed to his knees, looked up at the sky, and began to laugh maniacally. "Heh heh heh... HA HA HA! What Martial Arts Grandmaster?! Under my gun, you're still turned into a hornet's nest!"

"Who did you say was turned into a hornet's nest?" Qin Heng's voice suddenly rang out, his tone somewhat playful.

"AHH?!" Chen Youfang's laughter abruptly ceased, turning into an incredulous shout. He lay prostrate on the terrace, looking at Qin Heng in disbelief, screaming in utter panic, "You're still alive?! How could you possibly still be alive?!"

After firing so many shots, even an elephant would have been killed, yet Qin Heng was still alive! Was this man even human?!

Then, Chen Youfang saw a scene that, in his final moments, completely overturned his worldview.

Qin Heng casually raised his right hand and spread his fingers. A series of metallic CLINKING sounds followed as a bunch of bullet heads dropped from his hand, scattering on the ground.

"You thought you could kill me with such feeble toys?" Qin Heng still had one last bullet head in his hand. He placed it on his bent index finger, his thumb pressing against it, and said lightly, "Ridiculous. Here, have this back."

As soon as he spoke, Qin Heng flicked his thumb. "BANG!" he uttered softly.

WHIZZ!

The bullet shot from his hand even faster than if fired from a gun, creating a whistling sound as it cut through the air!

His target was none other than Chen Youfang, sprawled on the terrace!

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