C15 One Finger Broke a Palm

"Brat, your monkey grandpa is sorry, hee hee..."

Using the corner of his eye, Chen San could not help but heave a sigh of relief in his heart when he saw the skinny monkey make his move.

However, just as Chen San was feeling fortunate, his face suddenly stiffened, and his face unconsciously twitched. He seemed to be in great pain, and his face was flushed red. There was a deep struggle between his brows.

His heart was filled with extreme fear. Just now, the youth was only holding him back, but now, that weird spinning aura seemed to have frozen. It was as if it was brewing something, strange and powerful.

The worst of all was not the strength of the enemy. It was the terror of the unknown waiting beneath the unfathomable strength of the enemy, nibbling away at the bottom line of the heart bit by bit.

At this moment, Chen San wanted to remind the skinny monkey of something, but he himself could not say a word.

Seeing that the sharp three claws were about to pierce through the youth's spine, everyone had different emotions. If this claw were to pierce through, that youth would definitely die.

Just as everyone, including Thin Monkey, thought that the young man was going to die, they did not notice the frozen Chen San, whose eyes revealed deep fear, which slowly turned into extreme despair.

He could feel the powerful strength emanating from the youth's body. If his own strength was compared to a lake, then the youth's strength was as vast as the ocean, unfathomably deep.

Chen San kept asking himself in his heart: How could this youth in front of him possess such strength?

Chen San, who was still in a daze, suddenly felt his body loosen, and the power that bound him disappeared. Could it be...

Chen San's fingers subconsciously trembled. This, he... He could actually... move?

Run!

Chen San immediately threw away the skinny monkey, and there was only one word echoing in his mind, and that was - Run!

Under everyone's puzzled gazes, Chen San ran towards Zhao Kang and the others like a madman.

"Chen San, what are you doing?!" Zhao Kang roared furiously.

As soon as Zhao Kang finished speaking, everyone's faces were filled with disbelief.

Chen San who was running frantically seemed to have noticed the change in the crowd and was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, with a flash of green light behind his back, his body seemed to have been lifted up by a hurricane. Both his own body and the skinny monkey that flew over from the left side flew towards the side of the tea house and collided with the two bamboo pillars that were as thick as an arm.

Not good!

Everyone shouted in their hearts as they quickly got up and left the tea house.

Then, the thin monkey and Chen San each hit a pillar, and without any obstruction, the two pillars shattered. The tea house instantly collapsed and covered the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

When the smoke and dust dispersed and everyone came back to their senses, they looked at each other at a loss of what to do.

The scene had happened in a flash. It was too sudden for them to react. They looked at the collapsed tea shop and were speechless for a while.

Then they looked over to a certain direction and saw two skinny men standing not far from the tea house.

Looking over, one was the waiter who made the tea, and the other was the young man from before.

The waiter's body was shaking violently, and his eyes were filled with terror as he looked at the collapsed tea shop. It was clear that he had been frightened by what had just happened and had yet to regain his senses, so no one paid any attention to him when they saw him.

Everyone's gazes were focused on the youth beside the waiter who was dressed in black clothes and had an ordinary appearance.

The young man looked at them coldly, especially those from the Zhao family. When they looked at the slightly young man, not only did they not show any contempt, they looked at him with respect or fear.

After a long time, Zhao Kang saw that the young man was staring at them, but he didn't say anything. He gritted his teeth and forced out a smile on his gloomy face.

Then, he took a step forward, cupped his fists, and said, "Young Hero, please forgive me. The servant has offended you in many ways. I hope that Young Hero can forgive me. I am Zhao Kang of the Mist City, and I hope to make friends with Young Hero. I wonder if Young Hero can give me some face?"

Zhao Kang looked at the young man's face and saw that it did not change at all. His expression remained indifferent. He was about to say something else when he saw the young man turn around indifferently as if he had not heard him.

The young man patted the waiter who was making the tea and said apologetically: "Brother, I'm really sorry. I didn't pay attention to anything else and accidentally destroyed your tea shop. Here, here's twenty taels of silver. Take it as my compensation."

While speaking, the young man took out a money bag from his waist and handed it to the waiter.

The shop assistant was suddenly shocked and looked at the young man uneasily. He hurriedly pushed the purse back and stuttered, "This... this can't be done, can't be done..."

Seeing the shop assistant's reaction, the youth slightly frowned and thought for a moment. He then understood something and his eyes revealed a trace of understanding.

"It is all my fault, and it is my duty to pay for it. Besides, the outskirts of this city are very chaotic. It would be better for you to take the silver to the city and do some business there than to suffer here."

"This ..."

Hearing these words, the waiter couldn't help but look at the people in front of him, his eyes constantly dodging. When he withdrew his gaze, he looked at the youth a few more times, gritted his teeth, and said, "Fine, then many thanks to Young Master. This one's name is Sun Lin, and I don't know the great name of the benefactor. In the future, this one will definitely repay you!"

"Haha, what do you mean by repaying the favor? I have disturbed you, Big Brother Sun, little brother Hengtian."

It turned out that this young man was the former Shibao, the current Hengtian.

"Hengtian?" Sun Lin muttered to himself.

"Alright, Big Brother Sun, you should hurry up and enter the city."

"But, benefactor, you ..." the shop assistant asked worriedly.

"It's alright. I can deal with these people, but your Big Brother Sun, hurry up and leave." Hengtian urged.

Sun Lin could only nod his head helplessly. He cupped his fists and said, "Today's kindness, even if I, Sun Lin, die, my descendants will definitely remember the kindness of my benefactor! Take care!"

Sun Lin looked at the crowd and Hengtian, let out a long sigh, and turned around to walk towards L City. He knew that if he didn't participate in these things, he would only drag Hengtian down.

Looking at Sun Lin's back as he left, Hengtian sighed in his heart. Once upon a time, he was just an ordinary young man. Not only did he not have any money or power, but he also didn't have any powerful martial arts skills.

If an ordinary person like him were to have any disagreements with those important people, he would be at the mercy of others, or else Elder Lin would not have...

Thinking of this, Hengtian's eyes couldn't help but turn cold.

When Zhao Kang saw that not only did Hengtian ignore him, but he was also ignoring him in front of everyone. The anger in his heart surged, and the killing intent in his eyes flashed. He forced out a smile.

"Young hero..."

Before Zhao Kang could say anything, he was replaced by a disdainful voice.

"Young Master Zhao, don't you realize that this young hero is not interested in you?"

A murderous look appeared on Zhao Kang's face and he turned around abruptly. He saw that Su Mei'er had walked out of the Su family's tight line at some point in time and was looking at him with a mocking expression.

"Oh? Then what little sister Su means is that this young hero is interested in you?" Zhao Kang raised his eyebrows and looked at Su Mei'er coldly.

"You..."

"Zhao Kang, you better clean your mouth!" Su Gui shouted at Zhao Kang.

"Oh? Is that so? I still don't believe it. Do you believe that I won't leave all of you behind?!" Zhao Kang said with a ferocious expression.

"How dare you!"

Immediately, the two men beside Su Gui roared and took a few steps forward, protecting Su Gui and Su Mei'er behind them.

The group of people behind him all took a step forward and looked at Zhao Kang coldly.

"Hehe, more people than me? I've never been afraid of anyone before, hmph!"

As soon as Zhao Kang finished speaking, the people behind him took a step forward. They glared fiercely at the people from the Su family as if they were ready to fight.

Just as everyone was about to fight, Hengtian, who was not far away, turned around and suddenly walked towards L City, ignoring everyone.

Seeing this, everyone present was at a loss for words. Even if he was just a fuse that happened to be triggered by a coincidence, but then...

Zhao Kang revealed a fierce expression. He slightly lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Brother Zhong Ming, I'll have to trouble you to bring that brat back!"

After he finished speaking, a young man dressed in scholar's clothes walked out from the group of Zhao family members. He could be considered a handsome man in his twenties. He was wearing an embroidered robe and held a paper fan in his hand as he faced the group with a smile on his face.

The man in green nodded at Zhao Kang and revealed a strange sneer. After that, his body flashed and he rushed towards Hengtian.

Zhao Kang looked at Hengtian cruelly and turned around. He sneered at Su Mei'er and said, "Maybe you don't know yet. The little sister of the Su family, the man in the green shirt just now, is the personal disciple of Ancestor San Jue - Ren Zhongming!"

"What!? Ancestor Three Absolutes, he, he..."

Everyone looked at the man in green in shock. Even Su Gui and the two burly men beside him had serious expressions on their faces.

On the other hand, Su Mei'er seemed indifferent. She didn't reply to Zhao Kang's words. Her eyes turned and landed on Ren Zhongming and Hengtian, who were not far away.

Everyone looked over and saw that Ren Zhongming had arrived a few meters away from Hengtian in a few steps.

Then, he slowly turned around and opened the fan in his hand with a faint smile on his face. He waved the fan lightly and cupped his fists towards Hengtian, "Young hero, please stop for a moment. This humble one is very kind, and my young master wants to get close to you. Young hero, please turn around!"

Hengtian looked at Ren Zhongming and said expressionlessly: "No ..."

Hearing Hengtian's words, Ren Zhongming smiled without batting an eyelid, as if he had expected that Hengtian would say such a thing. The way he looked at Hengtian was no longer as kind as before.

"Sigh, if that's the case, then... Zhongming can only offend you." Ren Zhongming sighed softly with an expression of extreme regret and helplessness.

Unexpectedly, his tone changed, and he stared at Hengtian with a cold glint in his eyes. He put away the paper fan in his hand and kept it in his sleeve.

"Cloud Slashing Palm!"

Ren Zhongming let out a low shout, raised his right arm, flipped his palm, and an invisible air current appeared around his body, stirring up a wave of faint dust.

Then, the palm started to turn black at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. Within three breaths, the right palm had turned black like charcoal. Just looking at it was horrifying.

After that, Ren Zhongming did not delay any longer. He stomped his feet fiercely and raised his palm towards Hengtian.

"The Cloud Slashing Palm... As expected, Ren Zhongming is the disciple of one of the Three Absolutes. To be able to cultivate the Cloud Slashing Palm to the peak of the Three Layer Stage at such a young age, it seems like this year's Mist Gathering will be..." The bald man looked at Su Gui with a worried expression.

Hearing this, a serious expression appeared on the faces of all the people from the Su family, and all of them turned to look at the man in the green robe - Ren Zhongming!

Ren Zhongming was so fast that he arrived in front of Hengtian in a flash and said to him ferociously, "Stinking brat, go to hell!"

Ren Zhong Ming was a martial arts genius. He had been following his master since he was young, and he was already a second rate top master. He had never met a rival among his peers, so his heart that looked down on the world's heroes, especially those of his peers, grew bigger and bigger. He could not stand to see others being stronger than him.

The killing intent in his heart toward Hengtian had swelled to the extreme. That level of strength was simply slapping his own face, so... Hengtian had to die!

Everyone nervously looked at the scene not far away. They saw Hengtian raise his right hand slightly, and with his index finger and middle finger together, it was as if he was holding a sword. In a natural instant, he quickly met Ren Zhongming's black palm.

The palm and the finger intersected. In an instant, their clothes were lifted up by the dissipating air current, and the result was decided in one strike.

Bang!

A muffled sound rang out, and the expressions of everyone present immediately became shocked.

Ren Zhongming let out a miserable groan, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body was sent flying. He fell to the ground as if he had been hit by a heavy blow, struggled in pain, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.

When everyone saw this, their hearts were like surging waves as they looked at the scene not too far away. The gazes they looked at Hengtian with also became filled with reverence and fear.

Hengtian slowly turned around and looked at Zhao Kang and the others. His gaze was as sharp as a blade, causing everyone to be terrified. Their bodies were covered in cold sweat, and they didn't dare to breathe heavily. They were afraid that they would become the next Ren Zhongming.

Zhao Kang looked at Hengtian. The arrogance in his eyes had long since disappeared, and in its place was deep fear and endless fear.

Hengtian ignored everyone's terrified expressions. He retracted his cold gaze and looked at Ren Zhongming, who had fainted on the ground.

His right arm was bleeding. If one looked carefully, there was a bloody hole as thick as a bamboo chopstick on his right palm. Blood kept flowing out.

Hengtian raised his head slightly, looked at his two fingers, and walked towards L City without saying a word, leaving only the fainted Ren Zhongming and his desolate figure behind.