"What... what are you doing!?"
Little Hei, seeing Feng Jincheng charging at him with a face full of fury, feigned fear.
Feng Jincheng, observing Little Hei's demeanor, became even more certain of his suspicions.
Everything that had just happened was an accident.
With this thought, Feng Jincheng sneered at Little Hei and declared, "I'll show you what true strength is!"
As he spoke, Feng Jincheng formed his hand into a claw and lunged for Little Hei's neck.
Little Hei, feigning panic, fumbled and grabbed Feng Jincheng in his disarray, flinging him away.
Feng Jincheng grunted as he was thrown by Little Hei, landing on the ground and feeling utterly disoriented.
He endured the discomfort of his internal organs shifting and managed to spring back to his feet.
Standing up, he looked at Little Hei, his expression turning incredibly grim.
At this moment, he began to feel that something was amiss.
Logically, his cultivation realm was far superior to this Little Hei. He should have been able to defeat Little Hei with ease.
Yet, not only had he taken a punch to the eye the first time, but he had also been thrown aside this second time.
How was this possible?
If his realm was only slightly higher than Little Hei's, it might be understandable.
But the fact was, his realm was a full major stage higher than Little Hei's.
He was at the Minor Accomplishment stage of Inner Strength, while Little Hei was at the Great Accomplishment stage of Outer Strength.
With such a disparity, he was utterly defenseless?
Feng Jincheng pondered this, and ultimately concluded that this second instance was also an accident.
This Little Hei possessed immense strength.
The problem must lie there.
He had been careless, not expecting this Little Hei to be so strong.
If he had been more cautious and not charged directly, he wouldn't have been grabbed.
With these thoughts, Feng Jincheng brushed the dust off himself and looked at Little Hei, saying, "Kid, you've got quite a bit of luck."
"However, from now on, I will make you understand what true strength is."
As his words fell, Feng Jincheng stamped his foot, his body moving like a sharp sword as he charged at Little Hei.
Feng Jincheng intended to use his movement techniques this time.
He had already witnessed Little Hei's incredible strength.
He felt that he might not be able to win if they only relied on brute force.
Since he couldn't win by strength, he would use his movement techniques.
He believed that this Little Hei, who seemed so simple-minded, would have no choice but to wait for his doom against his ghost-like agility.
He was confident that within half a minute, he would make this Little Hei experience his might!
With these thoughts, Feng Jincheng reached Little Hei in an instant.
But he didn't stop, instead circling Little Hei at an extremely high speed.
"What... what are you doing!?"
Little Hei shouted in feigned alarm, then wildly flailed his hands, trying to grab Feng Jincheng's afterimage.
Seeing Little Hei's panicked expression, Feng Jincheng couldn't help but sneer.
Then, he formed his hand into a claw and prepared to strike at Little Hei's lower extremities.
Facing such a brute with only raw strength, Feng Jincheng knew this was the way to go.
As long as he hit Little Hei's vulnerable areas, Feng Jincheng was confident that even with Little Hei's great strength, he wouldn't be able to use it.
And once Little Hei lost his brute force and his clumsy, foolish movements, what else could he use to fight him?
Feng Jincheng thought this as he moved with extreme speed and precision, aiming for Little Hei's lower body.
However, just as he was grinning sinisterly, believing success was imminent.
He suddenly felt his body being grabbed.
The sudden loss of control startled him.
By the time he reacted, Little Hei's knee was already slamming into his cheek!
Feng Jincheng's face changed drastically!
He wanted to block, but his body felt completely devoid of strength.
In the end, he could only watch as Little Hei's knee connected.
"Crack!"
Feng Jincheng's nasal bone snapped, and blood instantly streamed down his face.
Feng Jincheng let out a pained scream.
Little Hei threw Feng Jincheng to the ground and, looking at him, said coldly, "Speak, who sent you?"
Feng Jincheng, clutching his broken nose, looked up at Little Hei.
It was then that he realized the Little Hei, who had seemed like a fool, was gone. In his place stood a man emanating murderous intent, with cold eyes.
Feng Jincheng had never seen such intense killing intent from a person.
He instinctively flinched, and it was only then that he realized that from beginning to end, he had been toyed with like a fool.
Understanding this, Feng Jincheng was filled with burning rage.
In all his years of wandering the martial world, Feng Jincheng had never suffered such humiliation.
"What? You don't want to talk?"
Seeing Feng Jincheng remain silent, Little Hei suddenly raised his foot and kicked Feng Jincheng's knee.
With a "crack," Feng Jincheng's knee shattered.
Feng Jincheng, who had just managed to stand, buckled at the knee and knelt down again.
He screamed in pain, but Little Hei paid him no mind.
Earlier, Feng Jincheng had mentioned "A Ming." Little Hei felt that this man must have some connection to this "A Ming."
But he didn't know who this "A Ming" was, so he needed Feng Jincheng to confess.
"Damn it!"
"You! Do you know who I am!?"
Feng Jincheng, enduring the pain, glared at Little Hei with a face full of ferocity.
It was one thing to be played for a fool by this Little Hei, but this Little Hei's methods were also incredibly ruthless.
Without a word, he had shattered his knee.
He resolved that if he survived today, he would stop at nothing to make this Little Hei pay a heavy price!
"What does it matter to me who you are?" Little Hei said coldly, looking at Feng Jincheng. "You still won't talk?"
As he spoke, Little Hei raised his foot, preparing to kick Feng Jincheng's other knee.
Feng Jincheng's knees went weak with fear. He, who had been kneeling on one knee, collapsed onto the ground.
"I'll talk!"
He looked up at Little Hei, his eyes filled with humiliation, pain, and anger.
"Zhao Ming of the Zhao family sent me."
"Zhao Ming? Which Zhao Ming?"
"The one they often call Young Master Zhao."
"It's him?"
Lin Hao was taken aback. He suddenly remembered that a few days ago, the bald Master Long had indeed brought a young man with white hair and a colorful cane to block his and Little Hei's car.
"So it was him," Little Hei also blinked in surprise, finally understanding.
He had initially thought this man was sent by his overseas enemies.
He hadn't expected it to be this "Young Master Zhao."