Your Thunderclap Palm Needs a Recharge

"Enough with the nonsense!

I want to see just how much power you, Vigorous God of Essential Balm, really have!"

Before he even finished speaking, Lei Yun's eyes were set ablaze with fury.

The arcs of electricity coiling around him were no longer mere decoration; they transformed into truly ferocious lightning serpents, writhing madly across his body!

The lights in the conference room began to flicker erratically, and a pungent smell of burnt焦糊 filled the air.

"Zzzzzip--!"

In his right palm, a dazzling ball of blue lightning condensed at a visible speed. The terrifying energy fluctuations caused the surrounding metal walls to emit a groaning sound of being overloaded.

"This is bad!"

From a corner, a team member cried out in alarm, instinctively taking half a step back.

"It's the Lei family's Thunderclap Palm! He's really going for it!"

"Holy crap! This power is even more intense than the rumors!"

The team member beside him stared intently at the destructive ball of lightning, a mix of nervousness and excitement in their eyes.

"They say he used this move to blast the D-Class Anomalous Event 'Gargoyle's' defense into dust! That thing's stone skin was hard enough to withstand armor-piercing rounds!"

"This kid is dead for sure. After this palm strike, they won't even be able to piece his body back together..."

Amidst the shocked murmurs of the crowd, Lei Yun's aura reached its peak.

He seemed to have transformed into the master of lightning and thunder, carrying immense force. With a single step, the hard alloy floor beneath him cracked like a spiderweb!

"Get down!"

Accompanied by a deafening thunderclap, that palm, capable of crushing steel, struck fiercely towards Qin Feng's chest!

Everyone assumed Qin Feng would summon an armament to block it, or desperately dodge.

However, Qin Feng stood his ground, completely still.

He even had the leisure to brush away imaginary dust from his collar.

In his vision, the energy structure in Lei Yun's palm was like a block tower haphazardly built by a three-year-old. It looked imposing and intimidating, but its core was unstable, riddled with fatal flaws.

All show and no substance, Qin Feng scoffed inwardly.

Possessing a treasure mountain but not knowing how to mine it, what a waste.

Instead of summoning his scissors or handgun, the black tattoo of the D-Class Legendary Armament [Gluttony Stomach] on his left wrist pulsed with a faint, almost imperceptible gleam in its pupils.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand, fingers spread.

The movement was unhurried, exceedingly languid, not like someone defending, but rather like waiting for a waiter to serve a delicate dessert.

"He's crazy! He's going to take it head-on?!"

A young team member was so terrified they almost screamed.

"Quick! Notify the medical team to prepare the defibrillator!"

In a flash of lightning, just as the ferocious lightning palm was about to touch Qin Feng's chest.

An invisible, precise suction, like a black hole, flashed and disappeared from Qin Feng's palm.

It lacked earth-shattering momentum, merely hooking precisely onto the most vulnerable energy node of Lei Yun's palm strike, then giving a gentle tug.

The force was so light, it was like flicking morning dew off a falling petal.

"Pop."

A soft sound, like a soap bubble being popped.

Lei Yun's Thunderclap Palm, carrying immense lightning and unstoppable force, stopped less than an inch from Qin Feng's chest. The condensed lightning seemed to have its skeleton instantly removed, collapsing inward, and then exploding violently!

But the explosion wasn't forward; it scattered in all directions!

Countless tiny arcs of electricity turned into silver snakes, causing sparks to fly and crackle against the surrounding walls, yet they didn't even touch a single hair on Qin Feng's head.

The entire briefing room fell into deathly silence.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, mouths agape enough to fit an egg, eyes wide, unable to comprehend this reality-defying scene.

The Lei family's hereditary ultimate technique... just... fizzled out?

Qin Feng's right hand, without a trace of effort, rested on Lei Yun's palm, which he hadn't retracted yet. He patted it gently, a gesture akin to an old friend's high-five.

He looked at the other man's stunned face and asked with feigned concern, "What's wrong? Are you having low blood sugar? Did you skip breakfast?

Look at how your hand is shaking, early-stage Parkinson's?

Need me to buy you a bottle of nutritional drink to help you recover?"

Lei Yun stiffly lowered his head, looking at his empty palm, which still felt a slight tingling sensation. His mind went blank.

In that instant, all the power he had accumulated seemed to be instantly swallowed and digested by an invisible abyss, leaving not even a shred of residue.

That feeling of throwing his full strength into cotton made him so frustrated he almost spat blood.

Qin Feng's nonchalant demeanor, as if he were pitying a mentally challenged child, was the ultimate trampling of his dignity!

"No... this is impossible!" Lei Yun's voice trembled with extreme shock and shame, "What... what did you do?!"

"I didn't do anything."

Qin Feng spread his hands innocently.

"Your own skills are lacking, your control over lightning is too poor, leading to an energy overload. Young man, have you been staying up too late recently? Is your kidney weak? I have a secret family recipe that specifically treats qi deficiency and kidney weakness. Seeing as we're colleagues, I'll give you a 20% discount."

"Pfft—"

In the conference room, someone finally couldn't help but laugh, which then acted like a lit fuse, setting off a chain reaction of suppressed chuckles.

"Holy crap, is Thor... being reverse-charged?"

"His palm strike looked like it could demolish buildings, but it turned out to be a dud?"

"This Qin Feng is too weird... he definitely did something just now!"

Wang Jianguo's sharp eyes were fixed on Qin Feng. Others only saw the result, but in his peak perception of the Wenyan Realm, he saw a fleeting "absolute darkness" flash in Qin Feng's palm. It didn't feel like an attack, more like... consumption.

Shen Bingyue's brow furrowed. What did this guy do? I can't see it at all.

Lei Yun's face turned from white to green, then to purple, finally settling into a ferocious iron-red. Being so publicly humiliated was worse than killing him!

"Impossible! You must have used some kind of bizarre item!"

He roared hysterically, like a madman.

"If you have the guts, don't use those underhanded tricks, take another move from me!"

Before he finished speaking, even more violent lightning erupted from his body than before. He transformed into a walking lightning storm, as if intent on burning away his sanity and everything else!

"Lei Yun!"

Wang Jianguo's voice suddenly turned icy, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Enough!"

But Lei Yun, his mind clouded by humiliation and rage, couldn't heed the warning.

Qin Feng looked at his pathetic display of poor sportsmanship and shook his head, lightly delivering the final blow:

"Tsk, your mental fortitude is so poor. If you can't handle losing, don't play. Go home and cry to your mom."

"Ahhh—I'm going to kill you!"