Joining the Yuan Family to Learn Martial Arts

Seeing Chen Xu standing there in a daze, as if he had yet to react, the black-moled youth curled his lips into a smile of triumph.

If this guy had not reached the second level of Tempering Fist, he could take the opportunity to deal with him. If he had reached the second level, this sneak attack would still affect his combat strength. In the coming battle for the slots, that would mean one fewer opponent.

However, he had no idea that, in Chen Xu's eyes, his speed was far too slow!

His sure-kill strike was stopped by a fair hand and could not advance another inch.

Five fingers tightened around his hand, pressing down on his knuckles.

Crack. Crack.

Crisp sounds of bones breaking rang out. The black-moled youth's face instantly drained of all color, cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

"Ah! Let go!!!"

Expressionless, Chen Xu increased his grip and crushed the bones in all five of his fingers.

"Lin Mu, let go!" Seeing the black-moled youth's agonized expression, Cao Zhen shouted sternly.

Chen Xu glanced at Cao Zhen, who was striding over, and replied indifferently, "Cao Zhen, what do you mean by this? He attacked me first. Lin only acted in self-defense."

"Self-defense? Does self-defense require going this far? I think you did it on purpose. You're already this vicious at such a young age. In the future, I think you—"

Cao Zhen's expression was ugly. The black-moled youth's father was generous with his gifts, always finding excuses to send him something every few days. He knew how to handle people.

If the man learned that his son's hand bones had been forcibly snapped while Cao Zhen had failed to stop it, his future income would likely suffer greatly.

"Cao Zhen."

A calm female voice sounded behind