C8 I Have to Cripple You
C8 I Have to Cripple You
The elder of the Qin family knitted his brows tightly and his expression was extremely cold. He had just received a report from his subordinate before he left. Qin Hao had not only lost, his meridians had also been crippled and he had become a complete cripple.
They had previously insulted Han Feng as trash, but now, Qin Hao had been crippled by Han Feng. This slap was too loud and clear.
"It doesn't matter. Let him be arrogant for a while. After a period of time, even the entire Han family... A mere Spiritual Martial Stage Level One trash... There's nothing to be afraid of. " The elder of Qin family took a deep breath and thought about the recent plans of his family. Only then did he reveal a slight smile.
"It's time for the confrontation between the three major powers of Hongqiao Town to change."
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"Is this the Martial Pavilion?" Han Feng looked at the green tower that was dozens of feet tall. It was the core of the Han family, and there were seven floors in total.
The first four floors contained the cultivation techniques and martial skills of the Han family. It was said that the top four floors were where the supreme elders of the Han family were cultivating.
The few supreme elders of Han family were all powerful individuals, and they were the top combat strength of Han family. They wouldn't appear unless it was a matter of life and death.
Han Feng had spent a few days to consolidate his cultivation base. Currently, he had a very stable use of his combat strength. He didn't need any cultivation techniques, but he had to choose a good combat technique.
A good martial skill could allow a martial artist's combat strength to rise to another level.
"Yo, isn't this our renowned 'genius' Han Feng? Why did you come to Martial Pavilion to choose a martial skill?" Han Feng was about to enter the Martial Pavilion, but he didn't expect to hear a mocking voice behind him.
"A person who can't even open his Qi Sea, it's useless even if he enters the Martial Pavilion." Another man said with disdain.
Han Feng turned around and saw that the people who came were Han Ya and the others who had a conflict with him before. He never thought that enemies would meet on a narrow road, and that he would be able to meet them in the Martial Pavilion today.
"It's no use whether it's useful or not. What you said doesn't count." Han Feng's eyes sparkled with a sharp light, "From your tone, it seems like you are very strong."
Han Ya's expression turned ugly when he heard this. His cultivation base was only at the Spiritual Martial Stage Level Two. He was considered weak amongst the younger generation of Han family. Normally, he could only bully someone with no cultivation base like Han Feng. If he ran into anyone else, he would have no choice but to run away.
"No matter what, it's better than being a piece of trash." A young man next to Han Ya cursed without any hesitation. He was Han Ya's lackey, a Spiritual Martial Stage Level One, and was one year younger than Han Ya.
"Han Ming, since you said that I'm a piece of trash, do you dare to fight me?" Han Feng sent an invitation to fight to Han Ming.
"Why not?" Han Ming couldn't help but laugh at Han Feng in his heart. Although he didn't know where Han Feng got his confidence from, he believed that he could defeat Han Feng at any time. He didn't even need to use a single move.
"Alright, I was waiting for you to say that!" As soon as his voice faded, Han Feng's body moved. He stretched out his palm. It was like a devil palm with black Qi coiling around it, like a rolling devil cloud.
This was the terrifying power given to Han Feng by the Devil Sword System. His combat strength was very terrifying.
"En? He has condensed his Qi Sea?" When Han Ming saw Han Feng taking the lead, his eyes narrowed slightly. However, he wasn't afraid at all. He had already stepped into the Level One a long time ago. Furthermore, after cultivating a combat technique, he wanted to crush a trash who had just entered the Spiritual Martial Stage. It wasn't a difficult task.
"Angry Dragon Palm!" Han Ming shouted, and then both of his hands ripped out like a flood dragon. It was as if a dragon had emerged from the sea, and it was accompanied by the sound of the air being torn apart.
"A martial skill that is not even at the Mortal Realm dares to use it against me!" There was a faint demonic light shining on Han Feng's body, and the demonic palm collided with Han Ming's Angry Dragon Palm. The airflow around his body was incomparably violent. It was like a turbulent current was rushing out. It was as if Han Ming's body had been swept away by a fierce gale, and there were traces of blood on his body.
Bang!
Two palms collided violently. Han Feng's devil palm seemed to have crushed everything in its path. It was incomparably overbearing. Han Ming's Angry Dragon Palm was completely suppressed. He felt as if his palm was going to be broken, and it was extremely painful.
"How can you become so strong?" Han Ming exclaimed in surprise. His hand was in unbearable pain. Han Feng, who was standing in front of her, was like an immovable mountain.
When the surrounding people saw Han Feng's attack, they couldn't help but stare blankly. Besides Han Ya and the others, there were also some people who passed by. They all knew that Han Feng was a useless person who couldn't cultivate, but... Possessing such powerful strength?
A good-for-nothing who had no cultivation could cause a martial artist who had cultivated a martial skill to fall into a disadvantageous position. This had completely surpassed their understanding.
Han Ming's footsteps involuntarily retreated a few steps. His expression was stiff and ugly. He was actually defeated by a trash. How could he be willing?
"This time, it was you who forced me to cripple you!"