Chapter 986: Chapter 986: The Four Diamond Guardians
Li Feng looked at Luo Hao, who was arrogant and full of bravado, and simply beckoned with his finger.
Luo Hao saw Li Feng’s provocation and felt his anger rise.
He was no ordinary person; as one of the Four Great Vajra under Gu Jiuyuan, Luo Hao’s strength surpassed that of Juhua Liu.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to call him the top Vajra under Gu Jiuyuan.
And who was Gu Jiuyuan?
The Seventh Elder of the Xu Family’s Dark Hall. Of course, this identity was unknown; within the Longevity Sect, only Lin Changsheng knew Gu Jiuyuan’s background.
"This Li Feng really is too arrogant, although Juhua Liu is strong, he also has a fatal flaw. His greatest strength is also his greatest weakness."
"Juhua Liu lacks pain perception, so he doesn’t feel attacks. This makes him strong, but also makes him easy to target and susceptible to tricks."
"That’s why, among the Four Great Vajra, Juhua Liu, despite his strength, ranks last. But Brother Hao is different; Brother Hao has swept through the East Continent’s boxing arenas, earning the nickname of Asura, the War God."
As this person spoke, those beside him did not entirely agree.
"Hey, actually, this surnamed Li really is unexpected. We thought he was just a pretty boy living off a woman, a son-in-law who married into his wife’s family. Who would have thought he had such skills."
"Even though Juhua Liu is one of the Four Great Vajra, he has a defect that not just anyone can exploit."
"Hmph, even if he’s a bit strong, in front of Brother Hao, the Asura, he doesn’t have the right to be arrogant."
"Of course, not everyone is worthy of being called the War God."
"The underground boxing matches in the East Continent that Brother Hao participated in were life-and-death battles, drawing underground boxing champions from over a dozen countries, with each fight signed as a deadly bout."
"And the rule of the arena was that unless one was dead, the match wouldn’t end, with one person having to lie on the ground for the other to claim victory."
The burly man’s thoughts drifted back to a tournament over a year ago, where competitors from over a dozen countries gathered, yet in the end, only one remained standing as the arena’s Overlord, hailed as the War God.
Thinking of that bloody arena, this Li Feng seemed almost like a child’s play.
"Hope you can take one punch from me."
Luo Hao snorted coldly, an invisible murderous aura emanated from his body, making the air seem to cool by several degrees.
"Such strong killing intent."
"Hmph, this Li Feng has angered Brother Hao."
"What do you think, can this Li Feng withstand one punch from Brother Hao?"
"If he takes a punch, he’ll either die or be half crippled."
"Brother Hao, show mercy, this kid must not die, just beat him half to death, teach him a lesson about the gap between heaven and earth."
Listening to this group’s chatter, Li Feng snorted coldly: "Noisy."
"All that build-up, yet no action, just dragging it out."
With that, Li Feng tapped the tip of his foot, launching himself forward like a gust of wind, closing the distance in an instant.
Luo Hao looked at Li Feng with disdain, daring to make the first move.
Heh.
Futile.
Luo Hao raised a hand in front of him, intending to catch Li Feng’s "Heavy Punch" with his palm.
Li Feng sneered inwardly.
War God?
Anyone dares call themselves War God these days, thinking they’re Overlord just because they dominated an underground arena.
Ridiculous.
Li Feng’s punch shot out like a rainbow piercing through the sun, the air turned into a wall before his absolute speed, but that wall was shattered by the punch, fragments turning into gusts sweeping towards Luo Hao.
By the time Luo Hao realized the peculiarity of the punch, there was no time to react, as Li Feng’s punch was as swift as a comet.
In an instant.
Li Feng punched Luo Hao’s raised blocking hand.
An invisible force made Luo Hao feel the might of Alexander, quickly rooting his feet to dissipate the force, yet he still couldn’t entirely disperse it—the force of that punch exceeded his imagination.
The sheer ferocity of the punch alone was beyond his ability to withstand.
Li Feng’s force penetrated Luo Hao’s defense, and his Fist Power landed on Luo Hao’s chest, transitioning from fierce Inch Force to soft Dark Strength the next moment.
Strike the cow through the mountain.
Li Feng’s punch seemed light, but the Dark Strength cut through Luo Hao’s clothing like a knife, and his chest felt as if struck heavily.
Thud.
It was as if Luo Hao’s heart had been clenched; his heart seemed to stop for a moment.
That moment brought back thoughts of Juhua Liu’s death.
Damn it.
This man married into the family and was mocked as a pretty boy living off a woman, yet he truly wielded the power of a Grandmaster.
A Grandmaster in his twenties, this bastard sure knows how to hide his strength.
If Luo Hao had known the other’s power was so formidable, how could he have dared to use only one hand to arrogantly block the punch?
It was like seeking his own death.
Yet, there was no regret medicine in the world, and after taking the punch, Luo Hao could no longer maintain his stance, his feet leaving the ground as he flew backwards.
Luo Hao crashed into the pillar behind him.
Ugh.
Luo Hao felt a significant pressure in his chest, as if a volcano was about to erupt.
Thud.
Dropping to one knee, Luo Hao supported himself with one hand on the ground, unable to hold back a spray of old blood.
The onlookers who previously mocked Li Feng for overestimating himself were all wide-eyed in disbelief.
What was this?
The foremost of the Four Great Vajra, Asura War God Luo Hao, was actually made to spit blood with one punch from this pretty boy?
"How is this possible."
The youth behind Gu Jiuyuan looked incredulous, while Gu Jiuyuan, who had been coldly observing, discreetly tightened his grip on his cane.
Luo Hao was definitely not weak, not in the slightest.
"Brother Hao."
After a moment, Luo Hao steadied his heartbeat; if he hadn’t crashed into the wall, his heart might have stopped, but even so, he sustained considerable internal injuries.
"Using a sneak attack isn’t the act of a hero. Let me take you on."
A burly man, seeing Luo Hao downed, roared and charged at Li Feng with a raised fist.
Li Feng didn’t even give him a glance, simply raised a hand and caught his fist.
"Scram."
Li Feng kicked out, hitting the man’s lower body, sending him flying with his face slamming into the ground in a bullfrog-like fall.
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"All at once."
At this point, the group realizing Li Feng’s threat, shamelessly attacked him in unison.
Li Feng paid no heed to these minor characters, leaping forward like an arrow to battle the group.
"Is this Li Feng... really?"
The youth behind Gu Jiuyuan watched in disbelief as Li Feng effortlessly crushed the group; wasn’t he supposed to be just a son-in-law?
A live-in son-in-law, traditionally thought to be spineless and living off others?