Half-step Grandmasters are truly formidable!

Although they have not yet stepped into the Transcendence Realm to become true Grandmasters, ordinary Hidden Force Martial Artists simply have no chance against Half-step Grandmasters!

After all, even if it's just half a step, that too is Grandmaster level!

There's a fundamental difference from ordinary Martial Artists!

"You can't escape! Die!"

He Wufeng sneered, a buzzing sound emanating from the gust of his fist!

It was like the roar of a helicopter passing by, the terrifying power almost bursting the surrounding air, its peerless might aimed straight at Qin Heng's head!

The attack was a killing blow!

Ruthless. He Wufeng actually intended to kill Qin Heng!

"No!"

Fang Yiwen was horrified, her face deathly pale as she cried out.

She never imagined that Qin Heng would appear here at this time, let alone under such circumstances!

He Wufeng was simply a madman who never knew the meaning of pulling his punches!

The number of Martial Artists who had died at his hands was countless!

In the dark underworld of Qi Lu, this man even bore the title of a Killing God!

And, on top of that, he was actually a Half-step Grandmaster!

It's over! Qin Heng is bound to die!

Fang Yiwen saw Qin Heng's head about to be struck by He Wufeng's fist and instinctively closed her eyes. I don't want to witness such a young, talented Martial Artist fall like this.

"Young Master Qin, be careful!"

Qian Zhenghai and Zhao Weicai, who followed behind Qin Heng, were also terrified. Although they were not versed in the Martial Dao, they could still feel how powerful He Wufeng's punch was!

Just facing the shockwave from that punch was enough to make them unsteady, their heads spinning!

If we were hit in the head by such a punch directly! We'd likely be blown apart on the spot!

At that moment, Qin Heng calmly exhaled.

WHOOSH!

It was as if a Tornado had suddenly burst from his mouth, its power like Heavenly Might sweeping across everything!

BOOM!

The floor tiles of the hospital room were instantly shattered into fine dust, the concrete beneath cracking and crumbling, even the steel bars twisting, as if the Wind God himself had unleashed his Divine Skills!

He Wufeng felt as if he had been struck by an oncoming train. His entire body was sent flying, a terrifying whirlwind blasting into his ears, his vision blacking out, his head ringing, and blood flowing from all seven orifices!

BANG!

With a loud crash, He Wufeng was blown back over ten meters by Qin Heng's breath, slamming into a wall. The enormous force embedded his head into the reinforced concrete!

His entire body buckled, his neck bent at almost a ninety-degree angle!

Dead silence. The entire hospital room fell utterly silent, so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

Whether it was the Fang family members with Fang Yiwen or the He Family members accompanying He Wuchong, everyone was stunned, watching Qin Heng incredulously, daring not even to breathe.

It was as if they had seen a ghost.

Qian Zhenghai and Zhao Weicai's mouths hung agape as they stared at Qin Heng, their jaws almost dislocated!

To blow away a Half-step Grandmaster with a single breath! What kind of terrifying strength is this? It sounds like a myth, and yet it actually happened!

The nearly invincible, terrifying aura He Wufeng had displayed just moments ago had been witnessed by all!

No one had expected him to be blown away by a single breath from Qin Heng, who looked tall and thin and appeared to know no martial arts!

Not only was he blown away, but he was also embedded in a concrete wall!

His neck was bent; it was unknown if he could even survive.

Unbelievable! This was too unbelievable!

"Ants," Qin Heng said indifferently. "Where did these ants come from, crawling around in this hospital?"

"AHH!!" Suddenly, He Wufeng pressed his hands against the wall and violently wrenched his head free. His bloody face was almost touching his shoulder, his eyes crimson as he stared at Qin Heng. He grinned widely and laughed, "You… interesting. I'm going to kill you slowly!"

CRACK!

The sound of bones grinding together was heard as He Wufeng gripped his head with both hands and, with a sharp twist, straightened his neck from its ninety-degree bend.

This horrific scene terrified everyone present.

The vitality of a Half-step Grandmaster is truly terrifying! With a neck bent like that, an ordinary person would have been long dead, completely cold! Yet a Half-step Grandmaster just snaps it back into place with ease! Unbelievable!

"Well done! Hahaha!!" He Wuchong burst into laughter, pointed at Qin Heng, and roared, "Wu Feng! Get him! Kill him!!"

He Wufeng looked at Qin Heng, an excited expression on his face. "You… you've successfully piqued my interest. Now, I will use my full strength to kill you! I hope you don't disappoint me…"

"Too much nonsense!"

Qin Heng snorted coldly. His figure flashed, appearing before He Wufeng before he could finish his sentence. Qin Heng threw a punch—no sound of wind, no ripple of air, his Internal Force concentrated to the absolute limit!

Tens of thousands of pounds of overwhelming power blasted forth!

POW!

With that one punch, Qin Heng drove his fist through He Wufeng's chest from the front, his arm emerging from He Wufeng's back. He had pierced directly through his chest cavity, turning his heart into fragments. A fountain of blood surged out, drenching half the wall behind in crimson!

"Ugh…" He Wufeng's expression froze completely. His eyes bulged as if they would fall out, his pupils fixed on Qin Heng. His mouth gaped, but he couldn't utter a single word.

PFFT!

A mouthful of blood spurted upwards, and He Wufeng, the Half-step Grandmaster, fell flat on his back, dead beyond any doubt.

"A Martial Arts Grandmaster!!" He Wuchong's pupils constricted. He stared at Qin Heng in utter terror, fear plastered across his face. He wanted to run, but his legs had turned to jelly, and he collapsed onto the ground.

Just one punch, seemingly thrown so casually, had killed a Half-step Grandmaster on the spot. Only a Martial Arts Grandmaster could achieve such a feat!

He Wuchong felt like crying but had no tears. A Martial Arts Grandmaster! A seventeen or eighteen-year-old Martial Arts Grandmaster! How could I have ever imagined that just by coming to the hospital to push around the dwindling Fangs, I would encounter a Martial Arts Grandmaster! And one so young… too terrifying, too inconceivable! Which Grandmaster in the world wasn't past fifty, or even nearing a hundred years old, before breaking through? How can a teenage Grandmaster even exist?!

"You're quite shocked?" Qin Heng walked slowly towards He Wuchong, looking down at him collapsed on the ground, and said indifferently, "You just said you wanted to kill me, is that right?"

"No, no, no!!" He Wuchong immediately shook his head, his fear reaching its peak. He promptly knelt on the ground, kowtowing incessantly. "I'm sorry, sir! Grandmaster! I was blind and failed to recognize Mount Tai! You've already killed my brother, please, I beg you, spare me! Spare my life!"

Fang Yiwen and the other members of the Fangs couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion as they witnessed this scene.

The once arrogant He Wuchong was now kneeling and begging for mercy, crying bitterly, utterly abject.

This is power! This is a Martial Arts Grandmaster!

Everyone's gaze instinctively focused on Qin Heng. Such a young Grandmaster… it was truly too inconceivable!

"So that was his brother," Qin Heng mused, looking at He Wuchong. He said simply, "That reminds me. Such deep brotherly love… I can't leave you behind. Go and accompany him, lest he be lonely in the underworld."

As he spoke, Qin Heng raised his fist.

"Ah! No, please!" He Wuchong screamed, closing his eyes and shuddering all over.

BANG!

Suddenly, the sound of a gunshot rang out.

"Stop!"

An old voice called out.

Then, an elderly man, appearing to be in his seventies, walked in, accompanied by two middle-aged men.

The two middle-aged men were holding guns, aimed at Qin Heng.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!! Save me!!" He Wuchong cried out, his voice filled with excitement.

"Young man, to achieve such heights in the Martial Dao is no easy feat," the elder said, squinting at Qin Heng. "I am He Shanyan, the Family Head of the Qi Lu He Family. Young man, if you kneel now, admit your mistakes, and submit to my He Family, I can spare your life."

"Heh." Qin Heng looked at He Shanyan and chuckled. "Is your confidence derived from the guns in the hands of these two men?"

"No, no." He Shanyan smiled and shook his head, an air of assured victory about him. "Ordinary handguns are useless against someone like you; I know that. Even if you possess strength approaching that of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, you cannot withstand this kind of modern superweapon. At my command, your head will be instantly penetrated and blown apart! Now, release Wuchong. Then, kneel before me, apologize, acknowledge your errors, and pledge allegiance to the He Family. You will also put on these shackles and accompany us to a place for reflection. Do this, and I can spare your life."

Fang Yiwen and the rest of the Fangs, as well as Qian Zhenghai and Zhao Weicai, were all aghast at these words, looking at Qin Heng with immense worry.

The power of a sniper rifle was too terrifying; it could blow a person's head clean off!

Even a Martial Arts Grandmaster couldn't withstand such a dreadful weapon of modern technology. It was said that a decade ago, there had been a case of a sniper successfully assassinating a Martial Arts Grandmaster!

"Hahaha!!" He Wuchong burst into laughter, pointing at Qin Heng and cursing, "You little bastard! Let's see you try anything now! Didn't you say you were going to kill me? Go on, kill me if you can! Do you dare? Hahaha!"

"As you wish!" Qin Heng sneered and kicked out.

CRUNCH!

His foot crushed He Wuchong's head into a bloody pulp!

Red and white matter splattered everywhere!

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