Peerless Martial Soul Chapter 4: Who is the waste?

With a sneer, Elder Sun remarked, "It’s truly a waste of life and death."

He turned his gaze toward Sun Xin. "Xin'er, accept his proposal."

Nodding, Sun Xin announced loudly, "I accept your challenge."

He fixed his eyes on Chen Feng, a mocking grin spreading across his face. "You are nothing but a loudmouth. Once I send you to hell, be sure to give my regards to your waste of a master!"

As he spoke, he cracked his knuckles. His entire body surged with power as the strength of the Acquired triple realm overflowed, drawing gasps of shock from the surrounding spectators.

Han Cong cried out in alarm, "Chen Feng, have you lost your mind? Your strength..."

"Do not worry, Uncle Han." Chen Feng replied with a faint smile, whispering, "I am certain of this."

Though surprised, Han Cong nodded. He secretly resolved to intervene and rescue Chen Feng from the area if the situation turned dire.

The onlookers retreated to form a wide circle. Within the clearing, Chen Feng and Sun Xin stood opposite each other, separated by a mere two feet.

Sun Xin raised a single finger and laughed. "Chen Feng, it will take only one punch. With a single strike, I will send you to join your trash master!"

As an Acquired triple martial artist, he possessed five hundred jin of strength in his arms; a single blow was more than enough to end Chen Feng’s life. Of course, that would have been true for the old Chen Feng.

None of them realized that the current Chen Feng was a completely different person.

"Why so much mindless chatter? You are incredibly annoying!" Chen Feng sneered with impatience. He lunged forward, throwing a heavy fist.

The punch whistled through the air, creating a shockwave as immense power erupted. Sun Xin’s expression shifted instantly as he sensed the terrifying force behind the strike. He was struck by an inexplicable horror—how could this waste be so powerful? With no time for thought, he roared, circulating his Qi as his palms turned a shade of blue to meet the attack.

Yellow Tier, Grade One Martial Arts: Aoki Hand!

By practicing the Aoki Hand, a cultivator's palms can turn as hard as wood, significantly reducing felt pain. For a junior martial artist, the combination of hardened limbs and numbed pain is an invaluable asset. Among the disciples of the Outer Sect, this is considered a formidable technique. Sun Xin would never have obtained such a manual if his father were not an Elder.

"That rubbish—even if he somehow reached the Acquired triple realm, he is no match for Young Master Sun!"

"Exactly, he hasn't even trained in a single martial art!" someone in the crowd remarked.

A loud bang echoed as the fist and palm collided. Sun Xin felt a jolt of shock as a majestic surge of Qi flooded his body, throwing his internal energy and blood into chaos.

In that instant, Chen Feng let out a shout, his entire body radiating fury. Sun Xin was sent flying with a pathetic scream. He tumbled through the air, his face flushing crimson before he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He crashed violently into the dirt. Elder Sun cried out in disbelief, "Xin'er!"

The area fell into a deathly silence. The spectators stared with wide eyes, their faces burning as if they had been personally slapped. The mockery and disdain in their eyes vanished, replaced by sheer shock and burgeoning fear.

How could Chen Feng be this capable? He had actually defeated an Acquired triple powerhouse like Sun Xin despite the latter using the Aoki Hand! Everyone saw clearly that Chen Feng had used no martial arts at all. This implied he possessed at least a thousand jin of strength. Could he have already attained the Acquired four-fold strength?

It was unbelievable, an absolute shock to everyone present!

Elder Sun rushed to examine Sun Xin’s condition. He extended his hand, letting his Qi flow into the boy. As he inspected the damage, his expression turned ghastly. Several vital Meridians within Sun Xin’s body had been shattered by Chen Feng’s overwhelming Qi. Such injuries meant that even with the use of expensive medicines, it would take three months to heal. Furthermore, his future cultivation speed would be permanently hindered. Not to mention, the cost of such rare medicinal ingredients would be a heavy burden even for an Elder.

Chen Feng sneered, "You kept calling me trash, yet I defeated you with a single punch even though you used a martial technique. Who is the real trash now?"

"You little beast!" Elder Sun snarled. "How can you be so vicious?"

Undaunted, Chen Feng mocked him, "Your son intended to kill me, yet I only wounded him. What are you complaining about? Is your son’s life the only one that matters while mine is worthless?"

"Little beast, I cannot overlook such cruelty toward a fellow disciple," Elder Sun shouted, shamelessly trying to frame Chen Feng’s actions as a crime.

Chen Feng laughed in anger. "So if your son wants me dead, I should just offer my neck to him? But if I strike back, I am the villain? Bah!"

"Enough talk! I will have your life today!" Elder Sun roared, preparing to strike. However, Han Cong stepped forward, shielding Chen Feng. "Sun, do you have no shame? An Elder bullying a junior? If you want a fight, then fight me!"

Knowing he was no match for Han Cong, Elder Sun hesitated. He gave Chen Feng a murderous glare, scooped up the unconscious Sun Xin, and quickly retreated from the scene.

Chen Feng scanned the crowd. Many lowered their heads, unable to meet his eyes. Most of them were weaker than Chen Feng and felt a surge of guilt. They had harassed him in the past, and some had even broken into his hut to steal. They were now terrified of his retribution.

Chen Feng let out a cold snort, his icy gaze causing them to shiver. Without saying another word, he turned and departed with Han Cong.