CHAPTER 859: CHAPTER 858: DIGNITY SHATTERED

As a martial artist who just entered the Qi Condensation Realm, Jiang Biao was extremely confident in his own strength. Of course, in modern society, having such strength is indeed not weak, and naturally, he was brimming with confidence.

With this strike, he used ninety percent of his power, intending to slap Zhang Xiaoshan to his knees.

"Heh heh, you brat, daring to be presumptuous in front of Squad Leader Jiang, you’re dead meat."

With his crooked lips sliced open, the man was now exceedingly excited and proud, thinking that Zhang Xiaoshan was in big trouble.

"Ah."

Standing behind Zhang Xiaoshan, Gu Feifei screamed in fright.

Immediately after, Jiang Biao’s large hand fell on Zhang Xiaoshan’s shoulder, making a dull thudding sound, showing the force was immense. However, Zhang Xiaoshan did not move at all.

Indeed, not only was there no serious injury, but he didn’t even flinch.

He stood there, his body straight like an unsheathed sharp sword.

"What?’

"Could it be that Jiang Biao wasn’t attacking this kid but patting him on the shoulder as a show of goodwill?"

"No way, people of the Blood Flood Dragon Group are not to be trifled with. After suffering such losses, how could they let it go so easily?"

The onlookers were full of suspicion and confusion,

while Crooked Lip looked at Jiang Biao blankly, asking in astonishment.

"Squad Leader, why are you being so polite to this kid?"

"Squad Leader, why is your face so red, say something, why aren’t you saying anything?"

Soon, everyone noticed Jiang Biao’s abnormality.

His face was flushed to the neck, eyes wide open, teeth clenched, as if in great pain.

Only he himself knew the immense pain he was enduring now.

The force he exerted on Zhang Xiaoshan’s shoulder was over three thousand pounds, yet it didn’t injure Zhang Xiaoshan at all. That force hadn’t dissipated but now seemed to be backfiring against him.

On the surface, Zhang Xiaoshan looked like a sharp sword, but in fact, he was more like a spring; the more pressure applied, the more fierce the rebound damage would be.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

After only five or six seconds, Jiang Biao couldn’t utter a single word, and now his teeth were chattering, his whole body was trembling, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Zhang Xiaoshan spoke with a cold sneer.

"Hall Master Jiang Biao, is it really so warm in this winter that your clothes are fully soaked?"

"In just the blink of an eye, you’re already done. You dare to make trouble with me?"

Jiang Biao wanted to curse, but if he opened his mouth and lost his focus, that force would rebound back to him.

"Forget it, you’re not even worth wasting my time on. Get lost."

A surge of powerful energy transmitted to Jiang Biao’s hand, which was pressed on Zhang Xiaoshan’s shoulder.

"Ah."

Jiang Biao’s entire arm exploded directly, blood splattering, white bones visible, and his body flew back several meters, heavily crashing into a dining table, shattering it and lying on the ground.

The arm was just an external injury, while the internal injuries were more shocking, with all his internal organs injured, he kept spitting blood.

"What?"

The situation changed instantly, and the hundreds of people gathered in the hall were all dumbfounded.

"Wh-what happened?"

"How did that apparently powerful Jiang Biao suddenly get seriously injured?"

"Yes, it looks so tragic."

"Squad Leader, Squad Leader..."

A group of underlings hurriedly surrounded Jiang Biao, helping the seriously injured Jiang Biao up from the ground.

"You, you’re injured?"

The subordinates looked at Jiang Biao confusedly.

Being supported standing upright, Jiang Biao, catching his breath, looked at Zhang Xiaoshan with some fear in his eyes.

"You, you’re a martial artist too?"

"Too?"

Zhang Xiaoshan looked at Jiang Biao with a playful smile.

"I am indeed a martial artist, but using the word ’too’ isn’t fitting, because with your level of strength, you’re not qualified to call yourself a martial artist."

"You..."

Jiang Biao almost died from anger.

Being a Qi Condensing Martial Artist, how was he not fit to be called a martial artist?

However, the strength of this young man in front of him was indeed unfathomable.

He was simply no match for him.

At the very least, this young man was a senior Qi Condensing Martial Artist.

He looked at Zhang Xiaoshan with eyes full of apprehension.

"Kid, it was due to carelessness that I got injured by you, but this doesn’t mean I am easy to bully. You attacked me, and the Blood Flood Dragon Group will not let you off."

"And this hotel of yours will also be buried along with you."

"Insolence."

Jiang Biao’s words thoroughly enraged Zhang Xiaoshan.

Zhang Xiaoshan casually grabbed a handful of chopsticks from the table.

"Swish."

A flick of his hand, like several steel needles, viciously pierced into Jiang Biao’s body.

"Ah."

Jiang Biao screamed again, with several bloody holes on his body continuously bleeding profusely, horribly gruesome.

"Squad Leader, Squad Leader..."

The subordinates were both anxious and frightened upon seeing this.

Each one of them let go of Jiang Biao, backing away far.

Zhang Xiaoshan walked step by step towards Jiang Biao, who was lying on the ground, until he stood in front of him.

He stepped on Jiang Biao’s face.

Pressing that face out of shape.