CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 0047: BATTLE WITH A RUSHING PULSE REALM MASTER_1

Teng Xiaofeng was scared out of his wits. He bent over to pick up Zuo Haonan and shook him, saying, "Brother Nan, how are you?"

"He’s in the Rushing Pulse Realm! You deceived me? I’ll kill you!" Zuo Haonan cursed furiously, splattering blood onto Teng Xiaofeng’s face.

"I... I really didn’t know he’d cultivated to the Rushing Pulse Realm, Brother Nan. They announced it so cunningly themselves..." Teng Xiaofeng replied weakly, his own heart burning with intense rage.

"My God, the Rushing Pulse Realm! To reach the Rushing Pulse Realm by the age of twenty... he’s a peerless, once-in-a-generation genius."

Many of the masters exclaimed in shock, their faces etched with disbelief.

In ancient times, when cultivation resources were abundant, reaching the Rushing Pulse Realm by twenty would have been nothing special. But in the modern era, with practically no resources, reaching that realm was incredibly difficult. Almost all the cultivators present had only managed to break through after the age of forty.

Liu Ruomei’s eyes widened as she had a sudden realization. What a fool I am! If he hadn’t reached the Rushing Pulse Realm, how could he have transmitted True Qi to heal someone? But even if he is in the Rushing Pulse Realm, his True Qi should be nearly depleted. How is he still so powerful? What kind of monster is this jerk?

Zhang Bin actually reached the Rushing Pulse Realm! For just sixty thousand a month, our martial arts gym hired such a powerful chief instructor. We’ve really hit the jackpot! Tian Bingbing was so overjoyed she nearly jumped.

Just a moment ago, we were still thinking of him as a junior. Who would have known he’s not the slightest bit weaker than us? Tian Guangjin, Qin Xiaolong, and Yue Xing all thought to themselves in embarrassment.

"Kid, aren’t your methods a bit too vicious?" the middle-aged man in traditional attire standing with Teng Xiaofeng demanded, taking a step forward. His eyes glinted sharply as he spoke in an icy tone.

"My methods are vicious? Are you blind?" Zhang Bin retorted coldly, staring at him. "I let him kick me, and the recoil broke his own leg. What does that have to do with me? If he hadn’t been dead set on breaking my leg, he wouldn’t have been injured. As for slapping him, do you consider that a vicious move? You should know, I could have blown his head open with a single slap."

The crowd nodded silently. Zhang Bin hadn’t gone too far, and his words made sense.

"You sinister, crafty brat! You were just deliberately hiding your strength, playing the pig to eat the tiger! I, Teng Qianzhang, request a lesson from you." The middle-aged man in traditional attire adopted a peculiar stance, and a vast, imposing aura immediately emanated from him, making him seem like a towering mountain.

"Is that the famous Korean master, Teng Qianzhang? I heard he’s opened many meridians and is extremely strong. Zhang Bin is in deep trouble now, isn’t he?"

"He’s one of Teng Xiaofeng’s elders. He’s stepping up for him. This is escalating quickly."

"Teng Qianzhang isn’t just a Taekwondo master. He created his own martial art, the Teng Tiao Nine Strikes. It’s a terrifying technique that kills without leaving a trace of blood."

Many of the cultivators began to discuss the matter in low voices.

Even Tian Guangjin’s expression changed slightly. Not even he was confident he could defeat Teng Qianzhang.

You big idiot, be careful! Teng Qianzhang has been a famous master for a very long time, Liu Ruomei tried to shout in concern, but her pressure points had been sealed, and no sound came out.

"Teng Qianzhang?" Zhang Bin scoffed. "I’d say you fall short of your name. Come on, attack me. Unleash everything you’ve got."

"So arrogant, so conceited. He completely disregards Teng Qianzhang."

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring at Zhang Bin as if he were a monster.

"Very well. Very well. The youth of today are certainly different. I’ll be waiting for you to teach me a lesson."

Teng Qianzhang’s face turned livid with rage. He shot forward with an Arrow Step, instantly appearing before Zhang Bin. His hands twisted like knotted vines, striking for Zhang Bin’s throat and eyes in an exceedingly vicious attack.

"Oh no, that’s his signature move, Teng Chan Shu! Someone could get killed!" someone cried out in alarm.

Just as tragedy seemed imminent, Zhang Bin’s left hand shot up like lightning, carrying an immense aura to block the attack.

A savage grin spread across Teng Qianzhang’s face. His hands suddenly coiled around Zhang Bin’s arm like vines, intending to twist it into shreds.

However, the sinister smile on his face suddenly froze. He felt Zhang Bin’s arm change in an instant, becoming harder than steel. He couldn’t twist it at all.

This was, of course, because Zhang Bin had flooded his arm with Longevity Qi. His True Qi was so potent that it instantly made his arm as tough and indestructible as an overinflated rubber tire.

"Get lost!"

Zhang Bin’s right hand suddenly lashed out like a whip.

It viciously struck the man’s face.

SLAP!

The sound was crisp, the force terrifying.

"Ah!"

Teng Qianzhang let out a dreadful scream. He involuntarily released Zhang Bin’s left arm and was sent flying sideways through the air. He crashed to the ground and rolled over a dozen times before skidding to a stop.

A blood-red handprint swelled on his face, and all of his teeth wobbled precariously, threatening to fall out.

This was only because he had reached the Rushing Pulse Realm and had instantly shielded his face with True Qi. Furthermore, Zhang Bin had held back, fearing he might blow the man’s head apart. That was the only reason his teeth were saved.

However, when Zhang Bin saw that not a single one of the man’s teeth had fallen out, he became furious. He dropped into a low crouch and pounced like a cheetah.

WHOOSH!

He leaped more than ten meters. His left fist shattered Teng Qianzhang’s block, and his right fist smashed squarely into the man’s jaw.

CRACK!

Teng Qianzhang screamed as he was sent flying backward, a spray of bloody teeth shooting from his mouth like bullets from a machine gun.

All the guests felt a phantom pain in their own teeth, their faces taking on incredibly strange expressions.

Finally, Teng Qianzhang crashed to the ground, where he rolled and screamed. His Tang suit, now soaked in blood, turned a dark red. He looked like a pathetic stray dog.

"I accept your concession," Zhang Bin said, clasping one fist in his other palm. "Now go to the hospital and get some new teeth. It won’t cost much."

"You..." Teng Qianzhang was so enraged he nearly went mad. He shouted with a venomous expression, "I won’t let you get away with this!"

WHOOSH!

Zhang Bin charged again like a cheetah. He grabbed the man’s arm and, with a series of sickening CRACKS, twisted it into a mangled shape.

Then, with two swift kicks, he shattered the man’s Dantian, crippling his Cultivation Level.

"I, Zhang Bin, have never feared revenge or threats. Feel free to come at me," Zhang Bin declared, his voice laced with killing intent. "But be prepared to die."

He had truly shown mercy earlier, but since the man didn’t appreciate it and insisted on a fight to the death, Zhang Bin had no choice but to cripple him first.

"Ahhh!"

Teng Qianzhang screamed in agony, his heart filled with extreme regret for having uttered such harsh words. Now his Cultivation Level was crippled and his arm was broken. The loss was immense.

"Let’s go. Quickly."

He forced himself to his feet and, followed by a dumbstruck Teng Xiaofeng and a terrified Zuo Haonan, scurried away in disgrace.