A Once-in-a-Lifetime Talent: Chef Qin

"Come on, kid, let's keep going!" Old Chen's heart sank. Their brief exchange had revealed something strange: the kid's strength was astonishing. If Old Sun had trained him, then he was a genius, born for martial arts. He was so young, yet already a match for them. His future knew no limits.

Seeing his friend's expression, Old Sun suffered in silence. No limits? He's already outgrown Earth.

"Let me see what Old Sun taught you!" Old Chen growled. He took two quick steps, then lunged at Qin Fen. He moved so fast that no one would have guessed he was in his fifties or sixties.

"I really didn't teach him!" Old Sun was speechless. Why was his friend so stubborn?

Old Chen snorted. If you didn't teach him, did he learn just by watching? Cut the nonsense. He was clearly trained from childhood.

He chopped at Qin Fen with the edge of his hand. Big Chef raised an arm to block. Old Chen turned with the motion, shifted his right hand from a chop to an open palm, twisted Qin Fen's arm, and struck.

Qin Fen's eyes flickered, and the corner of his mouth curved upward. Instead of retreating, he drove forward. At the instant they met, he swerved sharply, shot out his left hand in a tiger claw, and locked Old Chen's joint. Then he slammed his shoulder into him.

But Old Chen had years of experience. Good kid, he thought. He twisted aside, and the two passed each other. Qin Fen released his grip and chopped at him in return. It was the same sequence all over again: when Old Chen blocked, Qin Fen turned with the motion and struck with his palm.

Smack! Qin Fen's palm landed lightly on Old Chen's chest, sending him back. As soon