Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality Chapter 1212 609: Unbearable2

In the midst of shock, everyone looked at Lin Beichen with eyes that carried a trace of pity. In their view, facing a monstrous punch from Gang Lie, Lin Beichen was probably going to die on the spot.

Li iting and the other won couldn't help but vividly imagine the horrifying scene of Lin Beichen's blood splattering everywhere, so they closed their eyes, not daring to witness the bloody spectacle that would follow.

"Kid, I'm going to show you now who is really insignificant," Gang Lie roared, his fist speed increasing again, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Lin Beichen. Seeing that enormous fist about to smash into Lin Beichen's forehead, he sneered, "Die!"

However, just when Gang Lie thought he had victory in his grasp, when everyone thought Lin Beichen was certainly dood, in the instant when Lan Zihua was flustered and at a loss.

Lin Beichen rely let out a cold snort: "Humph."

Then, he neither knelt down to beg for rcy as the crowd had imagined, nor did he turn to flee.

Instead, he took a step forward and swung a punch at Gang Lie, coldly saying, "Since you're so eager to die, I'll rcifully grant your wish."

"Bang!"

With a resounding boom, Lin Beichen's fist collided fiercely with Gang Lie's fist.

Imdiately followed by the sound of bones cracking.

"Bastard, your bones are broken, aren't they? It hurts, doesn't it? Haha, don't worry, this is just the appetizer. Once I get my hands on you, you'll know what true suffering is, what it ans to be unable to live or die." Ji Le laughed like a madman, waving his arms and legs.

His eyes were filled with the joy and arrogance of avenging a great hatred.

However, his delight and arrogance lasted only a few seconds before stopping abruptly, like a duck strangled at the throat.

It wasn't just him; at this mont, everyone was stunned, their eyes full of disbelief.

"No, no, how could you defeat ? This, this is…" Gang Lie clutched his limp right hand, looking at Lin Beichen with astonishnt. Before he finished speaking, Lin Beichen lifted a foot and kicked him in the chest.

"Boom!"

Gang Lie felt his ears buzzing, as if hit head-on by an ancient cannon. All the blood and flesh in his body, including his internal organs, seed to be forcibly compressed together by this strike.

In this extre, bone-deep agony that seed to act directly on the soul, even a battle-hardened person like Gang Lie couldn't help but scream in misery: "Ah!"

With that shrill, ghostly wail, nearly a ton-heavy Gang Lie shot out like an out-of-control car, flying over ten ters before crashing heavily into a wall more than ten ters away.

How could a newly plastered wall withstand the impact of a ton of weight?

With a loud crash, a big hole was blasted into the wall.

The initiator, Gang Lie, had his entire head embedded inside, looking like an inverted buried onion, his whole body encased in the wall.

In contrast, Lin Beichen appeared indifferent, as if he had just swatted away a noisy fly.

In fact, it was indeed so. To others, the feared black boxing champion Gang Lie was no different from a fly in Lin Beichen's eyes.

Equally annoying, equally disgusting.

Of course, although annoying and disgusting, Lin Beichen had no intention of killing. When striking, he deliberately controlled his strength, fearing he might accidentally kill the guy.

After all, although the guy was trashy and disgusting, Lin Beichen considered himself a kind-hearted person.

He glanced at Gang Lie, who was struggling out of the wall, lying on the ground with blood streaming from his head, and said, "I am the most rciful, so even scum like you still have a chance to reform. After you go back, rember to spread the word with your cronies and promote my na in Pineapple Bay.

Consider it a token of gratitude for my rcy. What do you think?"

Gratitude?

Gratitude to your ancestors for eighteen generations!

Having finally struggled free from the wall, Gang Lie roared in anger, forcing himself to stand, pointing at Lin Beichen, trying to say sothing.

But as he opened his mouth, blood poured relentlessly from it. So, the final curses beca incoherent mutters. Then, the once-famous double-flowered red pole of Macao suddenly convulsed all over, eyes closing, legs kicking, fainting dead away.

Is it over just like that?

Just like that?

The so-called black boxing champion, the legendary double-flowered red pole, just fell like that?

With just one encounter, defeated so utterly?

The crowd was stunned, their gazes blank, as if ti had frozen at this mont. Several seconds later, they raised their heads, eyes wide-eyed, mouths agape, looking at Lin Beichen in disbelief.

Who could have thought that the legendary double-flowered red pole would be defeated with a single move by this seemingly ordinary young man? It completely overturned their understanding.

"You... who are you really?" Ji Le pointed a trembling finger at Lin Beichen, his voice full of terror.

At this point, if one wasn't a fool, it was clear that Lin Beichen's identity was anything but simple. He couldn't possibly be an ordinary person with no background.

To know, that was Gang Lie! A few years ago, the black boxing champion of Pineapple Bay, once renowned for the Macao double-flowered red pole. Such strength was rare, and it was unlikely to find a second in all of Pineapple Bay capable of defeating Gang Lie so effortlessly.

Soone like that couldn't possibly be an unknown, couldn't possibly be without background.

Even a foot would tell you that was impossible.

"My identity?" Lin Beichen chuckled lightly, "Is soone like you even worthy of inquiring about my identity?"

He gave Ji Le a calm glance, his eyes serene, his tone equally calm, without a hint of denigration, only stating an undeniable fact.

However, Ji Le was clearly not satisfied with this fact. His eyes turned red instantly, staring at Lin Beichen, gritting his teeth, as if ready to explode at any mont. But ultimately, he gave in under Lin Beichen's tranquil gaze, obediently lowering his head, not even daring to make a sound.

Although he was a playboy, Ji Le wasn't foolish. He knew clearly that this young man before him was not only bold but also astonishingly powerful. Without adequate defensive asures, provoking him was undoubtedly seeking death.

Such a foolish thing, Ji Le wouldn't do.

But just because he wouldn't provoke, doesn't an others wouldn't.

So people are overly confident, like Hou Wei.

Seeing his capable subordinate Gang Lie defeated, instead of retreating, he stepped up. He first comforted Ji Le with a word, then looked at Lin Beichen with a smile.

"Sir, your ability to defeat my subordinate Gang Lie is indeed exceptional, even beyond common perceptions of martial artists," Hou Wei said, then turned his tone, "However."

"However, no matter how strong you are personally, so what? The era of martial arts supremacy is over. No matter how high your martial arts, how strong your personal abilities, you're but an insect before guns and artillery. Even martial arts grandmasters decades ago couldn't stop the tide of the tis. Do you think you can?"

Having finished, he grinned again: "So perhaps let it go. If I, Hou, vouch, let today's matter end here. You spare Young Li and us, and we won't trouble you again. Wouldn't that benefit all… ah!"

Before he finished, Hou Wei's face contorted as he clutched his chest. With a casual left jab from Lin Beichen, he seed heavily injured.

"Boom!"

Hou Wei felt a gale howling by his ears, his whole being as if struck head-on by a speeding truck. All his blood and flesh, internal organs seed squeezed together by this blow.

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