"Well, now! You really are turning the heavens upside down!"
Zhuang Chaoying roared and swung his other hand at Zhou Cheng's face.
But before that hand was even halfway down, Zhou Cheng raised his other hand and caught it too.
Both his hands were held straight out in a nine-year-old child's grip, unable to break free or pull back.
Zhuang Chaoying was utterly stunned.
He strained to lift both hands at once, while Zhou Cheng pressed them down.
Under Zhuang Chaoying's incredulous gaze, his adult arms were forced down, inch by inch, by that pair of little arms.
Zhou Cheng's strength naturally still fell short of Zhuang Chaoying's, but within a week of arriving in this world, he had already used his "New Human" talent to cultivate a trace of energy inside himself that resembled true qi without quite being the same.
With that energy reinforcing him, both his grip and his arm strength surpassed Zhuang Chaoying's.
Zhuang Chaoying looked as though he had seen a ghost. After all, Zhou Cheng's body was only nine years old and barely reached his chest.
Being overpowered by such a little thing would count as a marvel if word got out.
Zhuang Chaoying was a teacher, so naturally he was not as strong as a manual laborer, but he was still an adult in his prime.
He used every ounce of strength he had, his face twisting and his glasses tilting up, yet all he could do was feel, in despair, his strength being held firmly in check, without the slightest chance of turning the tables.
"Dad, have you made enough of a scene?"
Zhou Cheng spoke, then suddenly let go before Zhuang Chaoying could react.
Unable to check his force in time, Zhuang Chaoying lurched backward, staggering several steps before grabbing the