Seeing Chen Xiao, who was only in his early twenties and looked like a frail ordinary person, the ferocity in Leng Shan's eyes gradually turned to disdain. He spoke condescendingly:
"My disciple was mostly injured by your sneak attack using despicable and underhanded methods, wasn't he? Kneel down and answer immediately, or don't blame me for bullying the weak!"
As he spoke, he glanced inadvertently at Zheng Liming and Pan Haitang, then stomped his foot with a show of force. A formidable internal force, even more terrifying than inch force, erupted, cracking the cement floor beneath him with a "crack."
Zheng Liming felt his limbs go weak, barely managing to lean on the car door to avoid collapsing on the spot from fear.
Pan Haitang was filled with horror, trembling all over, and involuntarily retreated repeatedly.
But Zheng Youen, disregarding everything, spread her arms wide to shield Chen Xiao behind her:
"Master Leng, Zheng Youzhi deserved to be injured. Even my parents were preparing to send him to surrender. Please don't make things difficult for Doctor Chen anymore?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help but lean back into Chen Xiao's embrace, her breathing rapid, her delicate body trembling slightly.
Leng Shan cast another subtle glance at Zheng Liming and Pan Haitang, his tone becoming even more aggressive:
"I don't care who is right or wrong. Since this brat dared to injure my disciple, he deserves my revenge!"
As he spoke, he raised his foot to face Chen Xiao, who had been watching coldly, advancing with a tiger-like stride and imposing presence, as if a fierce tiger about to enter a sheep pen.
Chen Xiao knew that if Zheng Youzhi hadn't been constrained by his pants pulled down to his knees earlier, he wouldn't have been able to take him down with his current strength.
If he were to face Leng Shan, whose combat power was even more terrifying, in a one-on-one fight, he would have no chance of winning.
But with no way to retreat, the only thing he could do was fight with all his might!
In a flash, he had secretly prepared for a sneak attack. The Da Meng Jin Gang Shen Gong was ready, his eyes were as cold as knives, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He waited for Leng Shan to get close before suddenly raising his fist for a powerful strike.
Seeing Leng Shan only a meter away from Zheng Youen and Chen Xiao, Pan Haitang made a decisive move and suddenly spoke:
"Master Leng, one hundred thousand yuan!"
His steps faltered slightly. Leng Shan turned back to look at Pan Haitang with ill intent:
"Professor Pan, you previously cut off financial support to my disciple and even gave me an eight-thousand yuan red envelope. Now my disciple is almost beaten to death by an outsider, and you only offer a hundred thousand? Do you take me for a beggar?"
Pan Haitang knew Leng Shan was using this opportunity to extort money from her, but she was helpless. Gritting her teeth slightly, she said:
"Then how much do you want?"
Looking at Zheng Liming, who didn't dare to make a sound, with a half-smile, Leng Shan said without hesitation:
"As the saying goes, it's easier to invite a god than to send one away. Vice Chairman Zheng asked me for help first. If you can't come up with a million, don't expect me to turn a blind eye..."
Before he finished speaking, Leng Shan felt a terrifying punch coming from behind him. He instinctively ducked, as if facing a great enemy.
Unfortunately, it was too late!
Chen Xiao's fist, driven by the full power of Da Meng Jin Gang Shen Gong in a sneak attack, was both fast and fierce. It landed precisely on half of Leng Shan's face.
"Crack—"
Accompanied by the crisp sound of his nasal bone and front teeth shattering, Leng Shan was sent flying backward like a duckweed tossed by a huge wave. He landed with blood flowing from his nose and mouth, and his front teeth scattered on the ground:
"You actually pretended to be weak and attacked me, brat, you're looking for death..."
Having landed a blow, Chen Xiao showed no mercy. He secretly circulated the Da Meng Jin Gang Shen Gong to its extreme. He rushed forward like a gust of wind, beating the fallen dog, using his hands and feet to relentlessly strike Leng Shan's head and face:
"Old dog, weren't you very arrogant just now? Keep showing off!"
Although Leng Shan was a notorious Snake Fist master and an expert in internal force in the Ju Xian City area, he was over fifty years old, and had been sneak-attacked first. Once he fell behind, he kept falling further. In just a moment, Chen Xiao had beaten him to the point of being breathless, his appearance completely disfigured.
Barely holding onto the last bit of internal force that could dissipate at any moment, he scrambled away on all fours, like a slippery loach. He narrowly managed to climb into the car before catching his breath and stuttering threats:
"You... you wait. If I don't personally shatter all your bones, I, Leng Shan, will not be a man..."
Having exhausted all his means but unable to completely defeat Leng Shan, Chen Xiao was both shocked and fearful. Of course, he couldn't let the tiger return to the mountains.
Forcing himself to pursue with the last of his strength, he moved like a shadow and lightning-fastly pulled out a silver needle from his body, inserting it into the back of Leng Shan's neck. He said sinisterly:
"If you don't cut the grass at the roots, it will grow back in the spring breeze! Do you think I would give you a chance to recover?"