Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality Chapter 1208 607: Doomed to Perish2

He looked at Li Jile again, with an expression full of scorn for an idiot: "Or are you saying this guy is not only a clown but also a clown with brain and ear problems?"

"Ah, ah, ah, kid, I'm gonna kill you!"

Originally planning to deal with it later, Li Jile couldn't hold back anymore after hearing this. He clenched his fist and swung it fiercely at Lin Beichen's forehead.

"Whoosh, whoosh."

As the punch was thrown, it brought a fierce gust of wind, and everyone nearby could feel a gale blowing towards them.

Even those who didn't understand martial arts could judge the power of this punch from the sound of the wind.

In fact, this punch, in terms of strength, speed, and control over muscles, reached a very high level.

Even on the black boxing field, it could barely qualify for the competition.

This was the result of Li Jile's hard practice with his family since childhood.

Although he rarely trained as he grew up, his strength was still not sothing an ordinary person could compare to.

Li Jile was full of confidence that this punch would leave this kid in front of him unable to hold on.

Even if it couldn't crack the kid's head open with one punch, it could make him bleed like a fountain and faint on the spot.

Thinking so, a cruel smile appeared on his face.

In his mind, he could already see the opponent kneeling on the ground, clutching his head and howling in agony.

Not only him, but almost everyone present also didn't think highly of Lin Beichen.

Whether it was the companions who ca with Li Jile or the people eating and drinking around, they all thought the sa.

It couldn't be helped; the size difference between the two was simply too big.

Before taking off his clothes, Lin Beichen looked like a tall and thin handso youth. And Li Jile?

He had a strong build like a tiger, and after taking off his clothes, his body was covered with bulging muscles.

With such a huge size difference, the two were not in the sa weight class at all.

Why do competitions have weight classes? Isn't it because size greatly affects strength?

So, under preconceived notions, the crowd quickly made a judgnt, sentencing the seemingly weaker Lin Beichen to "death."

At this mont, even Lan Zihua was a bit worried.

Although she had heard about Lin Beichen's strength from her subordinates, it was just hearsay after all. Hearing and seeing are very different.

So, facing this situation, she couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety for Lin Beichen.

In the venue, when Li iting and several other girls saw such a scene, they involuntarily closed their eyes, unwilling to see the bloody scene that would follow.

However, just when everyone thought Lin Beichen was sure to die, when Li Jile was grinning fiercely thinking about how to finish him off.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud noise made everyone subconsciously look up.

And then...

They were stunned.

Shocked.

Started doubting life.

"How... how is this possible?"

At this mont, Li Jile's face showed no trace of a smile, replaced by confusion, shock, and undeniable pain.

He looked down at the clear fist mark on his chest, then looked up at the calmly composed Lin Beichen, struggling to raise his finger, and asked tremblingly: "How... how could you do it?"

Before his voice fell, Lin Beichen's palm emitted a force, and Li Jile imdiately felt a huge force surging as if a speeding train hit him head-on.

In that mont, the blood, flesh, and viscera in his body seed to be rcilessly squeezed together, making it unbearably painful.

It was a bone-deep pain, and for Li Jile, who had always been pampered, it was an unbearable torture.

He almost imdiately let out a piercing scream, the sound like an evil ghost wailing from the 18th floor of Hell, sending chills down the spine.

With this scream, Li Jile was like a heavy ragdoll, thrown out over ten ters, finally smashing hard against a distant wall.

The wall, freshly painted, cracked in long fissures under such violent impact, leaving two distinct bloodstains, marks of where Li Jile's butt landed.

Li Jile lay limp on the ground like a pile of mud. Lin Beichen glanced at him indifferently and said, "You are truly stubborn; how many tis have I given you the chance to leave, yet you insist on walking towards your doom. Life is so precious, even a waste like you should cherish it. Why choose to seek death? Nod your head if you understand."

Li Jile struggled to climb up from the ground, barely standing against the wall. Hearing these words, he imdiately burned with rage, cursing at Lin Beichen: "You bastard, how dare you? How dare you treat like this? I'm going to kill you!" His eyes filled with endless killing intent, as if wanting to cut Lin Beichen into a thousand pieces.

However, his threats were nothing more than a joke to Lin Beichen.

At this mont, Li Jile looked pathetic, with his head covered in blood, eyes askew, and body full of scars.

Everyone around was shocked by this scene, staring wide-eyed at Lin Beichen, and so even slapped themselves hard to make sure they weren't dreaming.

After all, this scene was too unbelievable. Li Jile was the legitimate son of the Li Family, one of the three major families in Pineapple Bay! Lin Beichen dared to strike him so heavily—wasn't he courting death?

Beating up Li Jile in public was tantamount to openly provoking the Li Family. The Li Family had deep roots in Pineapple Bay, with influence across various industries—from dining, hotels, and bars to entertainnt and construction, their presence was everywhere. Such a giant, once angered, the consequences were unimaginable.

Lan Zihua was also stunned. She knew Lin Beichen was strong, but never imagined he was so powerful.

To throw a 200-plus-pound Li Jile with one punch was not sothing an ordinary martial arts expert could do. She couldn't help but secretly marvel at the true strength of Lin Beichen.

Just then, a chaotic sound of footsteps ca from outside, and several strong n, holding iron rods and wearing uniform black attire, walked in. They quickly shielded Li Jile behind them, and then a short, chubby middle-aged man walked in sweating profusely. He was Yang Penghui, the person in charge of this teahouse.

As soon as Yang Penghui entered, he saw Li Jile covered in blood and hurriedly ran over, respectfully bowing and apologizing: "Young Master Li, I am truly sorry; it is a negligence on the part of our teahouse that caused you to get hurt here. Rest assured, I will ensure you are given a satisfying explanation."

However, Li Jile was in no mood to listen, pointing at Yang Penghui's nose and cursing: "Yang Penghui, stop the nonsense! I was almost beaten to death before you ca over. Do you think a simple sorry cuts it? No way!"

After speaking, he punched and kicked Yang Penghui, who dared not resist and could only silently endure.

In Pineapple Bay, the Li Family was like the sky, and people like them didn't even have the courage to look directly at the Li Family.

If they offended the Li Family, the consequences were unthinkable. Therefore, even when Yang Penghui was beaten to the ground, rolling around, he didn't dare to utter a word of complaint.

After venting for a while, Li Jile pointed at Lin Beichen and yelled at Yang Penghui: "I'll settle the score with you later. Now, take your n and beat this kid to death. I want to hear his screams, see his despair in trying to live or die. If you can't do it, I'll have others deal with you too!"

Yang Penghui shuddered, his fat shaking uncontrollably as he quickly nodded in agreent. He knew very well the arm cannot twist the thigh, let alone a colossus like the Li Family.

In his view, regardless of who made the move, that kid was dood to destruction. So he agreed without hesitation.

However, just as he was about to order to take action, he suddenly froze. He widened his eyes, looking at Lin Beichen, with an expression of disbelief on his face.