Capítulo 1444: Chapter 1478: Nangong Bing Did Not Mutate
“Be careful!”
Suddenly! King Yan’s nimble and blurred fingers swept forward again, the air crackled with explosion, extrely dangerous. At the mont Lin Zifeng was stunned, a girl dressed like a young student behind him suddenly stood up and shouted.
The sharp shout, although it didn’t clear Lin Zifeng’s mind much, made his body instinctively retreat several steps backward, just in ti to hear the whistling wind at his ear. Lin Zifeng suspected that King Yan’s finger was attacking again.
Focus all senses, calm the mind and defend.
Quickly punch, with a pop, Lin Zifeng’s punch landed under King Yan’s armpit, then his middle finger separated from the fist, unleashing an extraordinarily strong force, viciously striking his armpit pressure point…
“Ah!”
King Yan let out a painful scream, his entire arm felt like it was struck by lightning, the intense pain made his brain nerves tremble.
“Thank you.”
Lin Zifeng turned back, showing a row of white teeth, then with a swish, his five fingers opened wide and closed with force, delivering a punch towards King Yan.
“Bang!”
King Yan swung his fist to et the attack, but Lin Zifeng’s speed was too fast. Before he could swing his fist, Lin Zifeng’s punch had already struck his chest.
“Puh~”
King Yan was seriously injured by this punch, and imdiately vomited fresh blood.
“Again!” Lin Zifeng roared with battle spirit, leaping lightly in the confined space without any limitations, showing signs of getting stronger as the battle went on.
“I really want to see your martial arts skills.”
King Yan’s eyes flashed with excitent, wiping away the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, his battle spirit equally high.
Now, to save the passengers of this bus, Lin Zifeng had to continue fighting King Yan.
All the passengers on the bus huddled in the corner of the bus’s rear, trembling and thrilling as they watched the scene unfold.
Half of the bus passengers are students, and the other half are temporary passengers picked up along the roadside.
Lin Zifeng stepped back three steps, his legs sliding on the bus floor in the steps of the Tai Chi Yin Yang pattern, spreading his arms, painting with his left hand Yin and right hand Yang. The aura of a master was evident.
“Teacher Yan, we’re so scared.” At this mont, at the back of the bus, a pitiable girl had tears shimring in her eyes, on the verge of falling down.
“Don’t worry, he’ll make sure we leave safely.”
Called upon, that Teacher Yan, was indeed Yan Qingcheng from Yunhai University’s Archaeology Departnt! Lin Zifeng’s advisor back then.
It’s been nearly half a year since Lin Zifeng left Yunhai University. Moreover, Yan Qingcheng has transferred from the Archaeology Departnt and is now a counselor in the Art Dance Departnt.
Most of the girls here are her students, and Lin Zifeng, that mischievous student, had nearly been forgotten by Yan Qingcheng’s mind.
But today’s incident made Yan Qingcheng almost rember this troubleso student again.
Today, Yan Qingcheng had been planning to take this busload of students out for field sketching.
Who knew they would encounter such a frightening incident.
“Really? Can he defeat the bad guy?” The girl blinked her watery eyes.
The bus roof was torn apart, and several students were injured.
“Yes, he’ll definitely defeat the bad guy!” Yan Qingcheng assured confidently.
Her moist gaze fell on Lin Zifeng’s back, secretly encouraging him in her heart.
…
“Get out!”
King Yan roared hoarsely, bursting with imnse power, delivering a solid shoulder tackle to Lin Zifeng’s chest. The gigantic force hit the chest, as if collided by a Giant Mountain, overwhelmingly heavy!
“Dun dun dun~” Lin Zifeng kept stepping back.
The surging power in his chest made all his internal organs churn and boil.
A mouthful of reverse-blood almost surged from his chest into his throat.
With a wow, crimson blood spurted from his mouth.
“Your martial arts are soft yet strong, tough turning to soft. It might be good for defense. The pity is, lacks much attack power.”
Clenching his fist force, King Yan’s gaze fell cold and indifferent, like a martial arts master teaching Lin Zifeng his shortcomings.
Such an injury for Lin Zifeng, it’s hardly a big deal. Back when the old man trained his body, he almost daily used different thods to torture him.
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