Qin Heng glanced indifferently at the man in black and chuckled, "What's your na? 'Within striking distance, a match for an entire nation'—such words are not for you to utter. Your Cultivation Realm is insufficient, and you lack the necessary courage."
The eyes of the man in black flickered slightly but swiftly returned to calm as he stared at Qin Heng and said, "What do you know? You're clueless about the Martial Dao. To speak of courage—how laughable!
"Get on your knees and apologize to Lord Chen the Second right now, then offer compensation, or I'll make you regret it today!"
"You dare lay a hand on ? Do you not know who I am?" Qin Heng glanced at Chen Xigui and Chen Youfang beside him, then said to the man in black, "If you so much as harm a single hair on my head, you'll face consequences beyond your imagination!"
"HAHAHA! Consequences, my ass!" The man in black stood with his hands behind his back, his laughter arrogant and booming, making the nearby tables and chairs shake. He had an air about him as if he could engulf mountains and rivers, not at all like the unremarkable bodyguard who had been standing behind Chen Xigui just monts before.
He looked at Qin Heng with a sneer and said, "Do you even know who I am?"
A re bodyguard exhibiting such a formidable presence and strength was truly beyond belief!
Everyone present stared at him in astonishnt, their eyes filled with incredulity. It was so unexpected!
Even Chen Youfang watched the man in black in sheer horror, clearly unaware of the man's capabilities.
Only Chen Xigui's expression remained as calm as before, still admiring the scenery as if no one else was present.
"So go on, tell , who are you?" Qin Heng picked up a cup of tea, brought it to his lips, and asked idly.
To him, this man in black was but a re buffoon, easily crushed with a flick of his hand. Yet, his arrogance was sowhat interesting; perhaps he was worth toying with for a bit.
"Who am I?" The man in black narrowed his eyes slightly, his chin lifted haughtily. Looking down on Qin Heng, he said indifferently, "I am soone you cannot afford to provoke!"
At those words, the room fell silent.
Many of the Chens watched the man in black with anticipation, hoping he would teach Qin Heng a good lesson.
After all, Qin Heng had just been far too arrogant, showing no regard whatsoever for the Chens.
Hearing this, Qin Heng's hand trembled slightly, spilling so tea. He looked at the man in black with a smile that was both amused and exasperated and said calmly, "If you have sothing to say, say it quickly. Don't waste ti!"
"Pretending to be calm? How utterly ridiculous!" The man in black looked at Qin Heng disdainfully. "I've seen plenty of rich kids like you who are terrified deep down at critical monts but still pretend to be composed.
"Fine. Since you're so eager to know my identity, I'll tell you. Ordinarily, a mundane ant like you wouldn't be qualified to know. For to tell you now, consider it a blessing cultivated in your previous life…"
BOOM!
Suddenly, with a loud explosion, Qin Heng threw a punch through the air. A rolling wave of energy, like a massive shockwave, surged forward, whipping up a fierce wind that sent the still-blathering man in black flying.
CRACK! SNAP! CRACKLE!
The man in black had no power to retaliate. Struck by the energy wave, he was sent flying backward for over ten ters, crashing through countless tables and chairs. He finally slamd to the ground, slid for another ten-plus ters, and then smashed into a pile of beer cases stacked in a corner.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Bottle after bottle of beer exploded. Glass shards, like shrapnel, embedded themselves in the man in black. Beer sprayed out, drenching him completely, and a large amount of white foam stained his body.
The man in black curled up on the ground in excruciating pain, his body twitching, his face covered in blood. His clothes were riddled with holes from the glass fragnts, and he was bleeding profusely. Clearly, he was gravely injured.
Qin Heng stood up and looked at the man in black, whom his punch had sent flying over twenty ters. He scoffed, "I told you to speak quickly and not waste ti. Are you deaf?"
This re fellow, who had just cultivated Hidden Force, was soone Qin Heng could kill with a single breath. Yet he kept droning on and on, making Qin Heng very impatient.
At this, everyone around was stunned, their expressions blank, utterly dumbfounded.
That man in black had been boasting so arrogantly, spouting phrases like "within striking distance, a match for an entire nation"—how had he suddenly been sent flying?
What in the world was going on?
Chen Xigui, however, turned deathly pale. He looked at Qin Heng with horror-stricken eyes and said tremblingly, "You… you actually hit him! You actually dared to hit him! You're done for! You're courting death! Even the Qins can't protect you! Do you know who he is? Behind him stands a Martial Arts Grandmaster!"
A Martial Arts Grandmaster!?
As these words were spoken, the entire hall was filled with dread. Everyone looked incredulously at the miserably injured man in black, their eyes reflecting deep terror.
At the level of the Chens, its mbers understood very well what a Martial Arts Grandmaster signified.
Having cultivated their martial arts to the Transcendence Realm, with a re flick of their hand they could wield thousands of jin of force. They could walk on water, kill with their breath, and possessed all sorts of inconceivable abilities. They were practically like Immortals!
Although firearms and other such modern weapons could potentially deal with a Martial Arts Grandmaster in the Transcendence Realm, it would co at a huge cost. At the very least, it would take a hundred ard n to even have a chance of surrounding and killing one.
And even then, it was only a possibility; there was still a chance they would be killed in return.
If a Martial Arts Grandmaster wanted to kill soone, that person was almost certainly dood unless they were deep within the imperial court, for no one else could save them.
In a sense, Martial Arts Grandmasters were beings entirely beyond the mundane world!
Powerful!
Invincible!
That was a Martial Arts Grandmaster!
CRASH!
The sound of shattering glass echoed as the man in black struggled up from the pile of broken beer bottles. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Qin Heng with murderous intent, roaring, "Kid! You're finished! I want you dead! No one can withstand my Master's wrath!"
THUD! THUD!
The man in black walked with heavy, deliberate steps, his eyes fixed on Xie Cheng, and shouted, "My Master once received a great kindness from Lord Chen the Second in his early years. I am serving as his bodyguard now to repay that kindness on my Master's behalf! By humiliating him, you are humiliating !
"This is a heinous cri! Not only do you refuse to admit your mistake, but you also dared to attack ! This is an insult to my Master! A Grandmaster must not be insulted! No matter who you are, no matter where you hide, in heaven or on earth, absolutely no one can save… ARGH!"
The man in black didn't even finish his sentence. Qin Heng took a step forward, instantly crossing the twenty-odd ters, appearing directly in front of him. He raised his hand and sent the man flying with a resounding slap.
Then, with a swift movent, Qin Heng caught up to the man, who was still airborne, grabbed him by the hair, and slamd his head down hard!
BOOM!
The sound was deafening. Everyone felt the floor beneath their feet tremble. Qin Heng, still gripping the man's hair, smashed his head directly into the floor of the Changtai Mansions.
The floor tiles, over ten centiters thick, were shattered into pieces, leaving a huge, deep crater!
CRASH!
Qin Heng yanked the man up from the ground by his hair and said indifferently, "What's your master's na? Feel free to tell . I can send him down to accompany you."
"AHHH!!" The man in black scread, his face a bloody ss and badly swollen. Blood gushed continuously from his mouth, and all his teeth had been smashed out. Yet, he was still shouting incoherently, "You're dead! Dead for sure! My Master will avenge !!"
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