Bai Zhen was twenty-four years old and had been practicing martial arts since he was three—a total of twenty-one years!

He had integrated the three major internal boxing styles of Tai Chi, Xing Yi, and Bagua, and had also practiced Tan Tui, Eagle Claw, and Mantis boxing. It could be said he had gleaned the strengths of various styles and forged them into one, having achieved Hidden Force and possessing extremely powerful kung fu.

Moreover, at the age of eighteen, he enlisted in the military. Due to his formidable martial arts skills, he was assigned to special forces. Stationed in war-torn areas for two years, he killed countless enemies and became known as the "Warrior King, Godly Zhen."

After retiring from the military, he came to Tianhai. On the surface, it was to train at Yue Feng Fight Club, but in reality, he was entrusted by Chen Qingzhu's brother, Chen Yuefeng, to act as a bodyguard and protect Chen Qingzhu.

Chen Qingzhu had a noble air, fair skin, and beautiful features, cold as frost, which deeply captivated Bai Zhen. However, he never had a chance with her, and now he was even more dissatisfied as he constantly heard Chen Qingzhu mention Qin Heng's name.

How could I, a Warrior King who has gone through birth and death countless times in war-ravaged regions, killing enemies until they littered the fields, possibly be inferior to a high school student? Even if he is a martial arts prodigy, if he hasn't killed anyone, he is still trash.

Bai Zhen was arrogantly confident, never having taken Qin Heng seriously. This punch was nothing special, thrown casually toward Qin Heng's chest, and he was one hundred percent certain it would hit.

This was the combat resolve and absolute confidence he had honed on the brink of death in war-torn areas.

However, as soon as Bai Zhen's fist was thrown, he saw a palm lightly pat his arm, instantly dissipating all of his Internal Force and rendering the punch powerless.

Without sound, without warning, it seemed to come out of nowhere—as elusive as an antelope hanging by its horn, leaving no trace to be found.

Bai Zhen's pupils suddenly shrank in shock.

He believed that with his current strength, not even a Grandmaster of Transcendence could silently approach and scatter his attack.

Who could possess such strength?!

Following the palm, he looked up.

He saw Qin Heng retracting his hand, looking at him with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

It was this kid! How is it possible? How could his martial arts be this strong?!

Bai Zhen's mind reeled with disbelief. He immediately exerted his full strength, stepped forward half a step, instantly assumed his stance, and threw a fierce punch. Hidden Force erupted, piercing the air with the momentum of a landslide.

Half-step Collapse Fist!

In years past, the Xing Yi Grandmaster Guo Yunshen had used this move to terrify the world.

With this punch, even a twenty-centimeter-thick concrete wall would be pierced on the spot, and the reinforcing steel bars inside would bend or even break.

The power was boundless.

Other people in the hall also noticed the situation at the door and turned their attention to it.

"The Tower Master Bai has made his move! Damn, Half-step Collapse Fist! That's an absolute killer move. Isn't that arrogant kid going to get killed?"

"He probably won't get killed, but he's likely going to lose half his life. Tower Master Bai has always hit hard—after all, he's a veteran Warrior King from the battlefields. It's normal."

"Serves the kid right for being so arrogant. Who the hell does he think he is? A high school student daring to claim he can be our coach, what a moron!"

No one believed that Qin Heng could defeat Bai Zhen.

In their eyes, even if both were masters of Hidden Force, there were levels to that mastery.

Bai Zhen, who had gleaned the strengths of myriad styles, practiced martial arts for over twenty years, and honed his Martial Dao and willpower in war zones, was undoubtedly one of the top masters among those with Hidden Force.

When Chen Qingzhu saw Bai Zhen suddenly make his move, she wanted to intervene, but it was already too late.

"Get down!"

Bai Zhen roared, as the might of the Half-step Collapse Fist exploded. The air trembled with a whistling sound, as if a truck were speeding by.

CRACK!

Suddenly, at this moment, a slender and pale finger cut through the whistling airstream, breaking through all impediments and directly touching Bai Zhen's fist.

A bend, a flick.

"Ah!"

Bai Zhen let out a wail of pain as he felt his fist strike something as hard as diamond, useless against it; instead, his own fist was left throbbing with intense pain.

At the same time, a tremendous force surged from that finger. Bai Zhen immediately felt like a ragdoll, abruptly sent flying by this terrifying strength.

BANG!

Bai Zhen flew more than twenty meters through the air, creating a huge wave of air, and crashed straight into the group of people who had been constantly mocking Qin Heng, knocking them to the ground one by one, their cries of pain rising up.

Yet, the force hadn't completely dissipated; with Bai Zhen on top of them, they slid across the ground for more than ten meters before finally hitting a wall and coming to a stop.

They even plowed a long furrow into the rubber mats on the floor.

"A mere speck of light dares to shine?" Qin Heng sneered. Composed and calm, he walked into the Baiyu Jing hall. Glancing at Bai Zhen and the others lying on the ground, he spoke indifferently, "From today on, there is no Tower Master Bai here, only me, Qin Xuantian."

HISS!

Upon witnessing this, Chen Qingzhu couldn't help but draw a sharp breath, her eyes filled with doubt and confusion as she looked at Qin Heng. She had initially thought that Qin Heng was at most on equal footing with Bai Zhen, possibly even slightly inferior.

After all, Bai Zhen's combat experience was immensely vast, something most top Hidden Force martial artists probably couldn't compare with.

But this exchange was completely beyond her expectations.

She had never imagined that Qin Heng's strength would be so much greater than Bai Zhen's, that he could send Bai Zhen flying with just one finger, even injuring many others!

Such martial skill was utterly inconceivable!

"Kid! Who are you? How can your martial skills be so powerful?!" Bai Zhen struggled to his feet, looking at Qin Heng with extreme alarm in his heart.

Now he felt severe pain in every bone and muscle. His internal organs felt nearly shattered. Especially his right hand, which had formed the fist—it felt as if all five fingers were about to break, the pain unbearable.

He had been reduced to this state by a single flick of a finger.

This youngster, so young and yet so powerful... could he possibly be a Grandmaster of Transcendence?

Impossible! There couldn't be such a young Grandmaster. Unimaginable!

"I am your coach. You should call me 'teacher.' Show some respect."

Qin Heng glanced at Bai Zhen indifferently. His gaze seemed to solidify, piercing through the void like a hammer strike, smashing into Bai Zhen's eyes.

BOOM!

Bai Zhen suddenly felt as though his head would explode; his vision darkened, and he nearly fainted.

"AAARGH!" Bai Zhen roared, feeling like he was going insane.

For the first time, he realized that he couldn't even withstand someone else's glare without nearly having a mental breakdown.

Could the art of the gaze be cultivated to such a degree? That a single look could shatter the psyche of a Hidden Force warrior who had survived countless battles of life and death?

Inconceivable!

What kind of martial skill is this, not belonging to a mortal?

This is simply an Immortal, higher even than the heavens!

"Impressive martial skill! Truly extraordinary!" At that moment, a clear voice sounded. A middle-aged man dressed in a suit and leather shoes was approaching.

He wasn't too tall, roughly 1.75 meters, with a stocky build and a square face, and he appeared to be in his thirties. His eyes were serene as a still pond; he had an aura of a superior being, naturally looking down on others.

"I am the manager of this club, Chen Yuefeng," the man said to Qin Heng with a smile. "Your martial skill is very potent, beyond my expectations. Bai Zhen is no match for you. Care to have a sparring match with me?"

"Brother!" Chen Qingzhu saw the middle-aged man and brightened up, exclaiming with surprise, "How come you are here? Weren't you on a business trip to Malaysia?"

"I remembered something and came back," Chen Yuefeng smiled, nodding to Chen Qingzhu. Then, he turned to Qin Heng, saying, "I also know some kung fu, and seeing yours, I can't help but feel excited and a bit itchy to try."

"Mr. Chen, be careful! His martial skill is unfathomable!" Bai Zhen spoke weakly. He was filled with gratitude towards Chen Yuefeng, who had once saved his life, and didn't want him to get hurt.

"You want to have a match with me?" Qin Heng looked at Chen Yuefeng indifferently and shook his head. "Your Internal Force and bones are somewhat stronger than Bai Zhen's, and your kung fu is undoubtedly deeper. However, you've led a comfortable life with little combat experience. In a real fight, you wouldn't even be a match for him. As for me, you are merely an ant, dust. What makes you think you qualify to exchange blows with me?"