Shi Wenshan's eyes filled with shock, fury, and towering hatred.
He had never imagined that the fisherman kid he had painstakingly plotted to surround and kill would actually strike first, intercepting him alone in this stormy, snowy midnight!
"It's me."
Chen Qing's voice carried through the wind and snow, calm without the slightest ripple, yet colder than the freezing night. "Master Shi, the long road to the yellow springs is far. I've come to see you off."
"Seeking death!"
Shi Wenshan roared.
Ignoring the searing pain in his left arm, the muscles of his right arm suddenly bulged. Tendons and bones rang together with a muffled, thunderous crack, like a giant hammer of red-hot iron!
Boom!
As the punch descended, it let out a piercing shriek!
Before the fist wind even arrived, that tyrannical Internal Force crashed down. The snowflakes drifting through the alley were forcibly swept aside, forming a fleeting vacuum passage that pointed directly at Chen Qing's head.
Shi Wenshan had held back almost nothing in this punch, determined to smash this junior who did not know the height of heaven or depth of earth into powder.
Facing this killing blow powerful enough for Splitting Stele and Cracking Stone, Chen Qing's pupils contracted slightly, yet he neither dodged nor retreated.
He sank his waist and settled his stance. His spine whipped like a great dragon, his organs emitting a low hum, while faint thunder seemed to roll deep within his marrow.
His Qi and Blood surged like mercury and lead, heavy and condensed to the utmost limit.
This was the enormous benefit brought by the third realm of Toad Catching Strength, Thunder Sound Marrow Cleansing.
Just as the fist force came within three feet of his head, Chen Qing moved.
His upper body slid half a step sideways