Chapter 023: Flying Through the Air

Bang!

Just as Wang Jun was about to make his move, a thunderous crash rang out — the door to room 306 was kicked wide open, startling Wang Jun half to death.

He turned to see that it was Lin Feng, and a savage grin spread across Wang Jun's face. He gave a slow nod and said, "Well, well. I was actually planning to have a little game with Tian Mengqian first, then give you a call. Didn't expect you to come find us yourself. Consider this your free show."

"Brother Xiao Feng!" The moment Tian Mengqian saw Lin Feng, it was as though she'd found her anchor in the storm. She leapt to her feet and ran to him in a stumbling sprint, throwing her arms around him and breaking into tears.

"Qianqian, it's okay. Don't be afraid!" Lin Feng stepped in front of Tian Mengqian, shielding her behind him as his sharp eyes locked onto Wang Jun.

He hadn't expected Wang Jun to be a student — let alone the son of the Chief of the District Public Security Bureau — and yet here he was, acting like an animal. It seemed Lin Feng had been a little too naive. The world was not as simple or as good as he had imagined.

At that moment, four burly men poured in through the doorway. Each one eyed Lin Feng with undisguised malice, having already sentenced him to death in their minds.

"I heard you practice Virgin Kung Fu," Wang Jun said with a smirk. "I want to see for myself whether it really makes you Blade and Bullet Proof." He tilted his chin toward the men at the door.

One of the thick-necked brutes let out a cold laugh. As gangsters, they had plenty of brawling experience. He stepped forward into the room and swung a left hook straight at Lin Feng's head.

Although Lin Feng had learned the upper half of Iron Shirt to defend himself, he was still a little worried — could a punch with that much force and momentum actually knock him out?

In a moment of urgency, Lin Feng reached out and grabbed for the man's wrist.

A look of contempt flickered across the brute's face. He ignored Lin Feng's outstretched hand and cocked his other fist, swinging it viciously toward Lin Feng's temple.

But Lin Feng had already caught the man's right hand.

"Aaargh!"

In that same instant, the brute let out a blood-curdling scream. He yanked his arm back with all his might, wrenching his right hand free from Lin Feng's grip, his face contorted in agony.

Lin Feng had spent 5 Peach Blossom Points to learn the first level of the Bull-Tiger Prajna Skill, granting him the strength of a full-grown bull.

Just imagine what it would feel like to have an adult water buffalo deliberately stomp down on your wrist with full force.

The brute's wrist was shattered — a comminuted fracture.

The sudden turn of events left Wang Jun and the others stunned.

No one quite understood what had happened to the brute's wrist. No one believed that the man's sudden scream had been entirely Lin Feng's doing — they assumed there must have been some other cause.

Another brute, seeing this, didn't waste any time thinking. He launched a fierce kick straight at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was no martial arts expert, and he didn't dodge the kick — nor did he intend to. Since it wasn't aimed at his head, he figured it wouldn't do him any serious harm.

And sure enough, after taking the blow, Lin Feng felt nothing more than a powerful shove. He steadied his footing, grabbed the man's leg with both hands, and swung with all his strength.

The brute went airborne.

Everyone assumed the man had launched himself into the air on purpose — surely he was about to do what fighters always do in the movies: leap up and deliver a flying kick.

Wang Jun and the others watched with wide eyes, thinking, this guy's been hiding his skills this whole time!

But the flying kick they were expecting never came.

After going airborne, the brute didn't kick at all. Instead, he traced a perfect arc through the air and went sailing across the room.

A man weighing no less than one hundred and fifty jin was casually flung over six meters by Lin Feng, and when he hit the ground, the entire room shook.

Only then did Wang Jun and the others realize — the man hadn't jumped. He'd been hurled.

Was this really the strength of a high school student?

Every face in the room wore an expression of sheer disbelief.

For Lin Feng, though, the feeling was something else entirely. He had learned the first level of Bull-Tiger Prajna Skill several days ago, but this was the first time he'd actually put it to use.

The sensation of being filled with raw power felt incredible. And this was only the first level — if he mastered all four levels and gained the Strength of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers, what would that even look like?

With the first blow landed, Lin Feng showed no further mercy and took the offensive.

Having witnessed Lin Feng's strength, the others felt a creeping dread. When Lin Feng charged forward, they instinctively began to retreat.

But the men still outside couldn't see what was happening in the room and kept pushing their way in. Those inside trying to get out collided with those outside trying to get in, creating a chaotic bottleneck — which gave Lin Feng exactly the opening he needed.

Using Iron Sand Palm together with Bull-Tiger Prajna Skill would certainly be lethal, and Lin Feng was still a student — he hadn't yet reached the point where he could treat human lives as worthless weeds.

Still, holding back didn't mean going soft.

Lin Feng waded in, fists and feet flying.

Though these brutes were solidly built and no weaklings themselves, they were no match for Lin Feng, who was strong as an ox. Anyone he landed a hit on ended up with broken bones — they felt not like they'd been punched or kicked, but like Lin Feng was wielding a massive iron hammer and pounding them with full force.

One brute had his thick, muscular thigh kicked so hard it bent at a ninety-degree angle. White bone burst through the skin, glistening with pale marrow and streaked with blood.

Soon, as the men at the front went down one by one, the ones behind finally sensed something was wrong. They scrambled back several steps and stared at Lin Feng with wide, frightened eyes.

Wang Jun's face had gone ashen. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to be this strong. He let out a cold snort and said, "Boys, bleed him out — but don't kill him. Don't let him off that easy."

The remaining brutes reached into their clothing and pulled out their weapons.

Lin Feng's heart gave a jolt.

He didn't believe for a second that learning Iron Shirt meant he was truly Blade and Bullet Proof — especially since he'd only learned the upper half.

The last time, when a thief had broken into his home and stabbed him twice during the struggle, nothing had happened. But that thief had been scrawny and unsteady on his feet, with little real strength, and in the chaos had been stabbing wildly without any proper force behind the blows.

Even so, retreating was out of the question.

Lin Feng had made up his mind — even if he took injuries, he would make Wang Jun pay dearly.

Two brutes drew their knives and closed in from his left and right. When they were about two to three meters away, both suddenly accelerated and charged at him together.

Lin Feng had no formal martial training, so dodging wasn't easy.

He shifted his body to one side as best he could and swept out a sideways punch.

Of the two knife thrusts, Lin Feng dodged one — but the other found its mark, plunging into his side.

The brute who caught Lin Feng's punch had his face contorted by the impact. He flew sideways like a bundle of rags, slammed into the wall, and bounced back, crumpling to the floor unconscious and foaming at the mouth.

Feeling the sharp, searing pain in his side, Lin Feng was consumed by fury. No longer thinking about whether anyone might die, he raised his hand and slammed an Iron Sand Palm straight into the chest of the other man before him.

The man's chest visibly caved inward. His face didn't even have time to register much pain before he breathed his last.

The two brutes remaining had not drawn knives — they were carrying fire axes.

Lin Feng hadn't yet checked his wound, but that knife had definitely pierced him. If he took a full blow from a heavy fire axe on top of that, the consequences would be unthinkable.

But just then, an unexpected turn of events.

Li Haidong, who had been hanging back the entire time, suddenly produced a dagger and drove it hard into the side of one of the axe-wielding brutes.

The brute let out a horrible cry and crumpled to the floor.

The last remaining brute was startled. Feeling attacked from both sides, and having already seen what Lin Feng was capable of, he lost all will to fight. He dropped his fire axe and ran.

Lin Feng gave Li Haidong a grateful nod.

Li Haidong looked both flattered and relieved, quickly nodding back.

Only now did Lin Feng have a moment to check on his injury. He lifted his shirt and looked down, and felt his heart ease — there wasn't much blood around the wound on his side. It didn't seem too serious.

Having experienced the power of Iron Shirt once again, Lin Feng felt an urgent desire to master the technique in its entirety. He figured that if he could learn the complete Iron Shirt, an ordinary person armed with knives or clubs would have a hard time doing him any real harm — though heavy weapons like axes and hammers would naturally be a different story.

Lin Feng turned his gaze to Wang Jun. It was time to settle the score.

"You... what are you going to do?" All of Wang Jun's earlier arrogance had evaporated. His face had gone pale, and he stared at Lin Feng with undisguised terror.

"What do you think?" A cool, amused curve played at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth.

"Let me tell you — my father is Wang Zhengjun, Chief of the District Public Security Bureau. You've killed someone. If we call it even right now, I can act like none of this ever happened."

Wang Jun's words hit Lin Feng like a cold bucket of water.

He swept his gaze across the room. The men who had stormed in so full of menace were now mostly sprawled on the floor, groaning. Two lay completely still — he wasn't sure if they were playing dead or truly dead — but the one who had taken Lin Feng's Iron Sand Palm to the chest lay motionless, his complexion a sallow yellow. He was clearly no longer breathing.

He had killed someone. That was right — he had killed someone.

This was different from the last time, at the cinema. Then, Lin Feng had struck down that old man with a single palm and, having faced no consequences for it, had long since pushed it out of his mind.

Coming down from the rage and crisis of the moment, Lin Feng now felt the weight of what had happened settle over him. A creeping sense of bewilderment and unease took root inside him — and a thin thread of fear.

But it didn't take long for him to steady himself.

Even if he took Tian Mengqian and left right now, Wang Jun would never let this rest. It was already a fight to the finish one way or another — what was the point in flinching now?

Perhaps this was simply his fate — that with the Peach Blossom Manual in his possession, his life was destined to be anything but ordinary.

A reckless, wild smile curled at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth. He looked at Wang Jun with a half-smile and said lightly, "The son of the District Public Security Bureau Chief. Oh, I'm so scared."