Heart-Piercing Elbow Shakes the Fortune

Even Liu Chang had not expected Liu Jianming to react so strongly.

She had been deeply impressed by this junior disciple who had only joined her class that afternoon.

Of course, before this, it had been his talent that had impressed her. Now, Liu Chang's opinion of Yang Sheng had changed somewhat.

"This kid not only stays calm when trouble comes, but after I demonstrated how to borrow force for him this afternoon, he put it to use that very night."

At the entrance to the boxing gym.

The bald man watched Yang Sheng finish his call, maintaining a disdainful expression on the surface.

But when he saw the Tianhai boss, he had actually begun to panic.

"Kid, you can't scare your grandpa here with that act. Let's call it even for today. I won't hold you responsible for the damage to the truck."

As he spoke, he grabbed the other two and prepared to get into the truck and leave.

But Yang Sheng would not let them off so easily.

He strode quickly to the front of the truck.

The bald man froze, then shouted loudly.

"Are you looking to die, kid?!"

Yet Yang Sheng remained still. He even lowered himself into a horse stance.

A vague sense of foreboding rose in the bald man's heart.

Furious, he gripped the steering wheel with both hands and slammed the accelerator to the floor.

"You Lower Registry trash, if I run you over, you'll deserve it."

At that moment, Yang Sheng slowly closed his eyes.

Countless insights echoed through his mind.

Bend the knees, lift the hips, twist the waist.

Yang Sheng opened his eyes. The truck was already bearing down on him.

He gave a low shout. His body sprang forth like a tightly wound spring.

"Heart-Piercing Elbow!"

Yang Sheng twisted his body, gathering all his strength into one elbow.

He slammed it directly into the center of the truck's emblem.

The sight the bald man had imagined—Yang Sheng being sent flying—never came.

Instead, he felt the front of the truck jolt, then suddenly sink.

Yang Sheng stood before the truck, leading with his elbow, and drove the entire front end inward.

Every component inside the truck's front instantly shattered.

Even the cab split apart completely.

With that single elbow, Yang Sheng had destroyed a cargo truck.

At that moment, Liu Chang and the others arrived in a business van.

They witnessed the shocking scene before them.

Her mouth fell open in astonishment.

Behind her, Old Huang, the Liu Family's Subtlety Realm expert, had eyes gleaming brightly.

"It was actually the Heart-Piercing Elbow. Such a standard Heart-Piercing Elbow—I haven't seen one in many years."

The three men climbed out of the ruined cab.

As they crawled out, they looked back in terror.

Yang Sheng stood quietly amid the dust and smoke from the shattered truck's front, watching them.

That strike had cast a massive psychological shadow over them.

After all, people like them who rarely came into contact with martial arts had never heard of anyone using their body to ram a cargo truck apart.

A monster. An absolute monster!

The bald man staggered as he ran, not watching where he was going at all. He accidentally crashed headlong into Wang Zhuo, the executive who had rushed over.

Slap!

Wang Zhuo, beside himself with rage, slapped the bald man across the face.

"You fucking bald bastard, what are you doing?!"

That slap jolted the bald man awake.

"W-Wang... President Wang."

The bald man covered his face, but his body still kept shrinking back.

Liu Chang immediately walked over to Yang Sheng.

She examined him carefully and asked, "Are you all right?"

Yang Sheng shook his head.

The large truck had only just started moving and was not fast. It posed no threat to him at all.

"You've only just transferred into the High-Aspiration Class, and you've already shocked us again and again."

Liu Chang spoke helplessly.

Old Huang, dressed in martial attire, asked, "What you used just now... was that the Heart-Piercing Elbow?"

Seeing that the man before him carried himself with extraordinary bearing, Yang Sheng cupped his fists. "Senior, what I used was indeed the Heart-Piercing Elbow."

Old Huang nodded. "Back then, I also began with Eight Extremes Fist. I studied the Heart-Piercing Elbow for a long time and practiced for more than half a month before reaching the level of true mastery."

"Since you can control the Heart-Piercing Elbow to such a degree, young friend, you must have put in quite a bit of effort as well."

Hearing Old Huang say this, Liu Chang's expression suddenly became rather strange.

She said softly, "Uncle Huang, Teacher Jiang only taught Yang Sheng the Heart-Piercing Elbow this afternoon."

Upon hearing that, Old Huang, who had maintained the bearing of an expert all this time, gaped.

"You're saying he used just one night to practice the Heart-Piercing Elbow to the level of true mastery?!"

After he said that, Liu Chang and Old Huang both fell silent.

Compared to other techniques of Eight Extremes Fist, the Heart-Piercing Elbow was difficult to learn because—

It was not hard to grasp the basic movements of the Heart-Piercing Elbow.

Some people could even reproduce it exactly after watching the movement once.

But the core of the Heart-Piercing Elbow lay in control over one's strength.

There were no shortcuts to such control, only exerting force and practicing over and over again.

Through extensive repetition, one had to find the point where one's muscles matched one's exertion.

Only after finely polishing the technique upon that balance could one truly achieve Force Penetration.

Comparisons really could make a person furious.

After a long while.

Old Huang suddenly said, "The moon is quite round tonight."

The three of them looked up. The sky was pitch-black, without even a single star.

He coughed, then anger flared in his heart. He strode over to the bald man and the other two, who were explaining themselves to Wang Zhuo.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Three slaps from a Subtlety Realm expert who had completely held back instantly swelled all three faces into pig heads.

"President Wang, President Liu specifically asked me to come here today to punish past misconduct and make an example of them. I gave them a few slaps first. No problem with that, right?"

Wang Zhuo was already so angry at his subordinates that his teeth itched. Naturally, he had no objections.

Old Huang placed one hand on the bald man's head.

"Who are these two? Why have they been following you?"

The bald man felt his scalp tighten and hurriedly replied, "They're younger members of my family. I brought them out to work."

Old Huang asked again, "Did you take this job today?"

The bald man shook his head with difficulty. "We didn't do it. We gave all the work to that old man... that uncle."

"How much did you pay him?"

"One hundred yuan for a job. Twenty deducted if he went overtime."

Old Huang took a contract signed between the boxing gym and the branch company from his pocket.

"You scum have black hearts. The boxing gym paid one thousand yuan, yet you gave him eighty. The remaining nine hundred-plus was split between you three pigs."

The bald man finally could not endure it any longer and broke down crying.

"We know we were wrong. We won't dare do it again. We'll never dare again."

At that moment, Wang Zhuo tore a handwritten agreement from his notebook and snorted. "You don't know you were wrong. You just know you're finished."

"This is a termination agreement. Starting today, you are fired."

Old Huang roared, "Why aren't you settling his payment already?!"

Only then did the three men seem to wake from a dream. They scrambled and crawled over, kneeling before Yang Sheng's father.

The bald man offered one thousand yuan with both hands.

Yang Sheng's father was somewhat at a loss. Even now, he did not understand how his son's one phone call had stirred up such a huge commotion.

Yang Sheng walked over to the three men. They trembled and did not dare raise their heads to look at him.

Although Old Huang had beaten them into pig heads and Wang Zhuo had fired them—

The impact those two had left on them was nowhere near as terrifying as Yang Sheng.

Yang Sheng accepted the money, then greeted Liu Chang and the Tianhai boss before leaving with his father.

Meanwhile, Wang Zhuo was still explaining to Old Huang that he would hold the responsible parties accountable the next day, expressing his determination to support the company's reforms.

The group gradually walked away.

Only the three bald men remained, collapsed on the ground.

Watching everyone leave, they finally let out a breath.

At that moment, the Tianhai boss, who had remained on the sidelines, appeared.

He handed the three men bottled water and gently took out a contract.

"Gentlemen, let's discuss compensation for the truck."

The three bald men were dumbfounded.

"We weren't the ones who damaged the truck. Why are you demanding compensation from us?"

The Tianhai boss smiled cheerfully.

He raised a finger and pointed to an inconspicuous clause in the contract.

"Should any accidental damage occur during this period, Party B shall be responsible for all compensation."

"Brother Bald, your name is right there under Party B's signature."

The bald man asked tentatively, "Boss, how much can this broken truck even be worth?"

The Tianhai boss held up one finger.

"One million."

The three bald men's eyes flew wide open. "Even if you sold us, we couldn't pay that back!"

The Tianhai boss said, "So you intend to default on the debt?"

The bald man looked around. Seeing no one else present, he tried to act fierce. "Brother, don't think you can take advantage of this situation. We won't compensate for this truck!"

The Tianhai boss nodded, then took a recording pen from his pocket and pressed the stop button.

"Then there's nothing more to say. Wait for the court summons tomorrow. If the debt cannot be repaid, your household registration will be stripped to settle it. Starting tomorrow, you'll be Lower-Registry Commoners."

With that, he turned and left, leaving the three men frozen where they stood.