Free Web NovelChapter 264: Chapter 264: I Am Little Chef’s Brother, the Old Male God
"Is that all you’ve got?"
Jiang Xinghai fought with only one hand. He leaped like a panther and sent Feng Jinsheng staggering back with a powerful kick. freёwebnovel.com
Feng Jinsheng’s expression tightened. He shook his head hard, as if trying to clear the dizziness.
But there was no retreat in his eyes. Instead, the look he gave Jiang Xinghai was filled with an even stronger resolve to kill him.
"You’re good, kid. To think your strength has reached this level... If you’re willing, I’d like you to submit to my Feng Family. I guarantee I’ll provide you with ample cultivation resources. How about it?" Feng Jinsheng suddenly extended an olive branch to Jiang Xinghai.
’So young. If the Feng Family could recruit him, he would be of great use!’
"In your dreams!"
Jiang Xinghai had only been probing his opponent’s moves to figure out the Feng Family’s martial style. Otherwise, he would have already put the man on the ground.
"In that case, you’ll have to die."
Feng Jinsheng could not allow Jiang Xinghai to grow any stronger. The Palm Skill he used was called the "Black Death Palm," an extremely tyrannical Martial Art.
Using the center and heel of his palm as the focal point, he thrust forward violently. A powerful torrent of air surged from his hand, like a raging dragon.
When the torrent of air hit Jiang Xinghai, he immediately felt a powerful force trying to push him back. ’So he did have something up his sleeve!’
He simply stomped his foot lightly, and his stance became as firm as tree roots burrowing deep into the earth. He was as unshakable as a great boulder.
Meanwhile, Feng Jinsheng’s palm arrived before his chest. A tremendous force emanated from it, about to land squarely on Jiang Xinghai’s sternum.
This was a fatal killing blow.
If his opponent lacked sufficient strength, they would surely feel as if their heart was about to explode.
This was the power of a tyrannical Palm Skill, impossible for an ordinary person to withstand.
But Feng Jinsheng’s opponent was Jiang Xinghai!
An imperceptible aura of energy constantly surrounded his body. As Feng Jinsheng’s palm neared his chest, a thorny, reflective power suddenly flared to life.
"Not good!"
Feng Jinsheng’s palm felt the rebound of formidable energy from Jiang Xinghai’s body.
However much force he had used, at least ninety percent of it would bounce back onto him.
He wanted to pull his hand back, but it was too late.
"BANG!"
From that single exchange, Feng Jinsheng was sent flying by the immense rebounding force.
As his body was flung through the air, a sharp numbness began to spread through his arms.
The moment he crashed to the ground, his arms had twisted into a bizarre, spiral shape.
"ARGH!!!"
The excruciating pain made Feng Jinsheng roar at the sky.
"Too weak."
Jiang Xinghai dusted himself off and lit a cigarette. "Anyone else want a turn? Or is this all the Feng Family is capable of?"
Now, there was only dead silence.
The Third Elder lay on the ground, on the verge of death.
The family patriarch, Feng Jinsheng, had both his arms nearly crippled!
The faces of the others changed dramatically. They remained silent, terrified that Jiang Xinghai would call them out to fight next.
"Young man, let’s settle this peacefully, shall we?"
Su Wanqing finally broke her silence, forcing a reluctant smile. "We have no deep-seated hatred for each other. There’s no need for all this fighting and killing."
"You, come here," Jiang Xinghai said, pointing at Su Wanqing.
"What... what do you want?" Su Wanqing froze for a moment.
The look in Jiang Xinghai’s eyes held a lewd and ambiguous glint, which made her extremely uneasy.
Su Wanqing looked to be no older than forty, and she still possessed a mature charm.
"Tell me how Lin Lizhen died so suddenly back then, and I can save your daughter." Jiang Xinghai reached out and wrapped his arm around Su Wanqing’s waist.
"Please, let go of me!"
Su Wanqing struggled frantically, but how could she possibly break free from Jiang Xinghai’s grasp?
"You, don’t go too far!"
Although Feng Jinsheng was paralyzed on the ground with his arms all but ruined, he flew into another rage as he watched Jiang Xinghai defile his woman.
"Go get Second Uncle and Fourth Uncle! The Feng Family is in peril! Hurry!!!"
At Feng Jinsheng’s roar, a family member immediately nodded.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, Su Wanqing stopped the clansman who was about to rush off, then turned to look back at Jiang Xinghai.
This time, not only did she stop struggling, but she turned her head and asked earnestly, "Young man, could you be the recently rumored Divine Doctor Jiang?"
"That’s why I’m confident I can treat your daughter’s chronic illness," Jiang Xinghai said noncommittally.
"You can at least let me go first, right? We can discuss this properly."
Su Wanqing’s thoughts were a mystery, but her posture was that of someone feigning resistance while secretly being receptive.
Of course, Jiang Xinghai had no interest in this woman; he was just putting on a show for Feng Jinsheng. He released his arm.
Once free, Su Wanqing quickly took a few steps back. "So, you’re also the one who fought Wanyan Xiong of Jizhou during that viral live stream?"
"Such a small matter became the talk of the town. It’s not even worth mentioning."
Jiang Xinghai turned indifferently and walked toward Lin Liping and Feng Lulu.
But from behind him came Su Wanqing’s cold sneer. "How absurd. The legendary Divine Doctor Jiang, also known as Little Chef, looks nothing like you!"
"Alright, I admit it. I’m actually Little Chef’s fellow apprentice, the Old Male God." Jiang Xinghai grinned.
