Wang Shuo scrutinized Shen Qian, his gaze sharp. "You're also from No. 7 Middle School? Why have I never heard of you before?"
"I've heard about it now." Shen Qian maintained that faint smile throughout.
"Your strength is already close to that of a peak beginner martial artist. I admit that you are a rare genius among your peers, but compared to me, you are still a bit weaker."
Wang Shuo's expression was indifferent, and his tone was as calm as stating a fact.
This is indeed a fact.
His combat strength is now comparable to that of a fifth-level intermediate martial artist. Even though Shen Qian was a peak initial martial artist, there is a world of difference between their strengths.
He remained silent, his eyes fixed on Wang Shuo's left shoulder.
Wang Shuo's heart sank slightly. He thought that the place where he had thrown his punch earlier was just a coincidence, but now, looking at the other person's eyes, he was not so sure.
If you looked through Wang Shuo's black bodysuit, you would see three deep, bone-revealing wounds on his left shoulder. The wounds, which had only been simply bandaged, were still oozing dark purple blood.
This is the price paid for hunting down the Silver-Dyed Beast.
The various bacteria on the silver-dyed beast's claws infected his wounds. It wasn't fatal, but it left him in a very bad physical condition, making it difficult for him to use much of his energy.
This is why Wang Shuo wanted to eliminate Chen Feng, a potential threat, from the very beginning.
A single Silver-Dyed Beast juvenile is worth millions; he won't allow any accidents to happen.
But he never expected that the accident would happen to an inconspicuous boy.
Without responding, Shen Qian vanished from his spot once more, his figure flashing toward Wang Shuo at a speed that was both visible to the naked eye and difficult to keep up with.
"ridiculous!"
Seeing that Shen Qian completely ignored him, Wang Shuo gave a mocking sneer, stomped his foot heavily, and his body shot towards Shen Qian like a cannonball.
"Do you really think you're qualified to fight me?"
boom!
Dust billowed up, and Shen Qian was punched into the ruins.
"You know nothing about power!"
boom!
Just as Shen Qian had managed to get up, he was kicked away again, and the broken wall collapsed.
Seeing Shen Qian almost completely suppressed, the crowd, who had just been surprised, held their breath again.
The only one who remained calm was Chen Feng, who could clearly see the two men's movements.
It's strange...
This was Chen Feng's first thought.
A beginner martial artist has almost no chance of winning against an intermediate martial artist.
Although it's unclear why Wang Shuo's movements were somewhat sluggish and his strength was insufficient, he was still able to completely overwhelm Chen Qian.
Although he appeared disheveled before sinking, his agility remained undiminished, indicating that he had not suffered any serious injuries.
That's fucking outrageous.
Chen Feng couldn't understand it, and neither could Wang Shuo.
But Wang Shuo gradually figured out some of the tricks of the trade.
The method of unloading force before sinking is perfect.
Even though Wang Shuo's punches could easily break through the force of a thousand pounds, Chen Qian could always avoid vital points when the force was at its strongest, and then use the direction of Wang Shuo's force to neutralize it.
He was sustaining injuries, but most of them were just superficial wounds.
He's like an eel, slippery and elusive.
Unless he possessed speed and strength beyond the limits of Wang Shuo's judgment, capable of delivering a fatal blow, or could simply wear him down over time, Wang Shuo didn't really have any good solutions for the time being.
At this moment, Wang Shuo felt somewhat annoyed.
He shouldn't have focused all his energy on physical training. If he could master a martial art of D-rank or higher, why would he have the strength but be unable to unleash it perfectly?
He didn't believe that the other party could predict even a D-level martial arts technique!
While Wang Shuo was distracted, Shen Qian, who had been passively defending himself, suddenly grabbed his arm and then crashed into Wang Shuo's arms at an incredible angle.
Although Wang Shuo reacted in time and knocked Chen Qian away again, his forehead was covered in sweat and his face suddenly turned pale.
In that brief instant, Chen Qian's elbow, carrying the force of thunder, slammed down on his shoulder.
This is the second time.
How did the other person know that he had a wound?
Wang Shuo couldn't understand, and Shen Qian didn't give him time to understand either.
Spitting out the blood and foam from his mouth, Chen Qian, like a vicious wolf, clung to it once more.
Even with such rough movements, Shen Qian possessed an unparalleled sense of physical harmony, leaving everyone slightly mesmerized.
"It's even more beautiful than the illustrations in textbooks."
Huo Ling'er tilted her head back and murmured.
Wang Shuo's physical strength seemed to drop significantly in an instant, and he was unable to break free from the sinking for a moment. At such close range, it was even more difficult for him to exert force.
The two grappled like street thugs, kicking each other and punching each other.
Shen Qian's mouth was covered in blood, making him look quite terrifying, but Wang Shuo wasn't much better off. After being punched several times in the shoulder by Shen Qian, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper.
Wang Shuo's left arm trembled and he couldn't muster any strength, while his right arm was somehow clamped down by Shen Qian's legs, leaving him unable to move for a moment.
So, amidst everyone's excited gazes, Shen Qian, who was straddling Wang Shuo, raised his arm high and slapped him across the face.
That's a direct slap in the face!
The legendary young genius of Jingcheng was defeated and pinned down by Shen Qian in a bizarre way.
Zheng Shaoyang felt like his heart was about to explode, and he even regretted not recording the video.
When such a scene is relayed back to Jingcheng, it will undoubtedly become an explosive news story that will shock thousands of people!
As everyone's gaze froze, Wang Shuo's trembling left arm rose again, halting his forward movement.
The reason is simple.
Wang Shuo held a silver-white pistol in his left hand, and although the gun was swaying, it was still firmly pressed against Shen Qian's forehead.
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