Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 51

Hei Hu gave out a stern look. While he was serving tea, he bent his right leg and did a sweeping kick with all of his strength, a loud crackling sound was heard as his leg flew through the air… He went straight toward Chu Feng’s calf!

The smile on Li Ziyang’s face was full of relish. He closed his eyes, looking forward to hearing the beautiful sound of Chu Feng’s leg bones fracturing and his subsequent miserable cry, begging for his forgiveness while he was on his knees... Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Bang! A loud, dull thud was heard from the bottom of the table.

Hei Hu’s sweep kick landed on Chu Feng’s calf, but it remained steady and motionless.

Hei Hu’s expression changed instantly; he felt that he seemed to be kicking a huge mountain, and his right leg was bursting in excruciating pain immediately after, and the pain spread across his right leg.

Chu Feng remained casual and his actions remained natural as he poured the Phoenix Oolong Tea from the pot into his teacup calmly and elegantly; he was not affected at all.

How was this possible… Beads of cold sweat dripped down from Hei Hu’s forehead, and he started trembling. He wanted to retract his right leg, but Chu Feng shifted his left leg and exerted a force, trapping Hei Hu’s right leg in between his legs, and Hei Hu couldn’t move at all.

“Why are you playing such dirty tricks in front of me? Are you courting death?” Chu Feng put his teacup down and uttered coldly. Thereafter, he exerted a violent force, and a loud and crisp voice was heard—Hei Hu’s right leg was broken by Chu Feng’s stomp, and his face was full of cold sweat as he suffered in pain. He gnashed his teeth in agony and his face looked twisted.

“Hu, what’s wrong?” Li Ziyang sensed that something was wrong and his face darkened.

“Go to hell!” Hei Hu was a tough man after all. Although his leg was broken, he turned his pain into strength and gave out a straight punch suddenly, his huge fist reached for Chu Feng’s face.

He seemed to be ferocious and possessed supreme strength! His kicking skills were only at second-rate level, the most stunning skill he had however, was boxing. He had been training hard for about twenty years, and his fists could penetrate an iron plate five centimetres thick. He even had the title of the ‘Iron Fist Tiger’ in the underground boxing world! With much grief and anger, Hei Hu exerted 120% of his strength. This time, he was extremely confident that he had the power to penetrate even a huge mountain!

However, Chu Feng was still calm and indifferent. He put his teacup down, stuck out a finger and aimed it at Hei Hu’s fist. That was the one and only finger that he used!

Cracking sounds were heard from each and every joint of Hei Hu’s arms. An invisible force was injuring his arms at its will like a typhoon, and his sleeves burst open in unison, followed by the clothes that covered his torso.

Boom! The sturdy body of Hei Hu worth 100 kilograms flew backward by three metres instantly. He knocked into a few tables behind him, and some of the expensive teaware and porcelain ware were smashed onto the ground.

“Hu?!” Li Ziyang exclaimed as he stood up. He couldn’t sit still any further, and he stared at Chu Feng in shock and disbelief.

This young man managed to blow Hei Hu off with only one finger, despite the fact that Hei Hu was a third level practitioner in the martial arts. Three years ago, he had shaken the existence of the boxing champion in the underground boxing world.

What made him panicked even more was the words Hei Hu uttered in extreme shock while trying to pull himself together. “This, this was ‘An Jin’ [1]. Y-you’re an Internal Energy Practitioner, and a

successful one!”

There were nine levels in martial arts, and one would gradually improve his skills as time went by. This man had actually developed his skills in Internal Energy, which meant that he was a practitioner above the fifth level! He would be one of the top ten in the whole of Jiangling!

“Since you mentioned that it’s Internal Energy, so be it,” Chu Feng smiled with slight disdain as he leisurely poured some tea for himself without lifting his eyes and said casually. “Is that what you’ve got? Not really impressive, Young Master Li. What else do you have? Bring in on, I’m in a hurry.”

Chu Feng seemed a little tired as he stretched his body. He looked extremely bored, and he still did not make any eye contact; the look of arrogance on him was remarkable.

[1] An Jin , directly translated to ‘hidden power’ is a level of Chinese martial arts. As opposed to Ming Jin in which the user shows evident use of his body during the fight, the An Jin user is able to exert the same amount of force but with less visible external motion.