Super Soldier in Campus

Chapter 1036 - 1041: Beating Up Zhan Zhengguo

Lin Feng, having the upper hand, showed no mercy. After smashing Zhan Zhengguo’s nose with one punch, he didn’t wait for the man to react before his fists and feet came raining down again and again. The nonstop blows pounded onto Zhan Zhengguo like a rainstorm, shaking him so hard he couldn’t even stand steadily, looking utterly wretched!Zhan Zhengguo’s cultivation was deep; Lin Feng’s fists and feet might not truly injure him. However, from the moment Zhan Zhengguo’s stance went unsteady, Lin Feng’s attacks never stopped.

"Young man, listen to my explanation..." Zhan Zhengguo still didn’t realize Lin Feng just wanted to beat him up, and was trying to persuade Lin Feng not to act on impulse.

But Lin Feng wasn’t going to listen to any persuasion. Taking advantage of Zhan Zhengguo’s lack of intent to fight back, he vented all the anger in his gut through those flying fists and kicks.

Zhan Zhengguo’s miserable state left the young men of Xuanyuan Pavilion all staring in shock, their faces ashen like the dead.

To have run wild in the Imperial City of China for decades without ever toppling, to have founded Xuanyuan Pavilion, a massive organization with over a dozen branch halls and deep ties to the most powerful Zheng Family in China— in these youths’ eyes, Zhan Zhengguo was like a God. Yet right now he was being strung up and beaten by a youngster like a dead dog, with no ability to fight back at all!

This was what was called faith collapsing, this was what was called unimaginable...

Finally, with another flying kick from Lin Feng, Zhan Zhengguo took a solid blow to the chest and was sent flying three or four meters. With a bang, he slammed into the wall, his face as ugly as shit!

"Hmph! Kid, don’t push your luck. You really think I won’t fight back?!" Zhan Zhengguo couldn’t hold it in any longer. Narrowing his eyes, he glared at Lin Feng in a fury and gave a deep-voiced warning. He knew that if this went on, he’d completely lose his authority in front of his apprentices!

For a dignified Northern school grandmaster like him, taking such a beating from Lin Feng hurt his reputation even more than it hurt his body.

Zhan Zhengguo glanced at Xue Qingyi, who was holding the submachine gun, and guessed she wouldn’t shoot easily. He immediately sank into a solid horse stance, clenched both fists, and focused his gaze on Lin Feng.

"Old man, you really are tough, huh..." Lin Feng completely ignored Zhan Zhengguo’s anger. While leisurely working out the soreness in his fists and feet, he grinned and mocked, "I’ve beaten you till my hands and feet are sore, and you’re still standing. You really live up to being the Boss of Xuanyuan Pavilion, tough as an ape..."

Hearing this, Zhan Zhengguo’s face darkened. Xuanyuan Pavilion was such a lofty name—how could it be compared to some ape? Lin Feng was obviously belittling him on purpose...

"You’re deliberately picking a fight, trying to stop me from sending people to find Miss Su!" Zhan Zhengguo looked at Lin Feng, his expression heavy as he spoke. "Or are you intentionally stopping me from looking for her? Got some ulterior motive?"

"You’ve got it wrong. What motive could I possibly have..." Lin Feng sneered at Zhan Zhengguo and asked in a low voice, "I just want to give you a vicious beating and vent properly, that’s all!"

"Arrogant brat. Today I’ll give you a lesson and let you see that I’ve stood tall in the Imperial City for decades not by bragging! Take my kick!" Zhan Zhengguo snorted coldly. His whole body leaped up, soaring over two meters high as both legs lashed out in a fierce Chain Kick, the wind whistling as they crashed toward Lin Feng’s face.

They say southern fists and northern legs. Zhan Zhengguo, a Northern-school expert of the Martial arts world, was best at leg techniques. This Chain Kick was the move he became famous for. He said "one kick", but in fact it was more than a dozen in succession!

Legs are stronger than arms. Zhan Zhengguo’s Kungfu was already deeper than Lin Feng’s to begin with, and now he was using legs against arms. If Lin Feng took this move head-on, he’d likely be heavily injured in an instant...

Lin Feng didn’t use his hands to hard-block Zhan Zhengguo’s flying kicks. Instead, he let out a cold laugh and likewise leaped high, answering with a heavy diagonal kick that smashed straight into Zhan Zhengguo’s leg...

Leg versus leg! Lin Feng went head-on against Zhan Zhengguo!

"Overestimating yourself!" Zhan Zhengguo sneered at Lin Feng. He’d trained his legs for decades—how could this greenhorn possibly clash with him? The kid had had the chance to dodge and actually didn’t; wasn’t that just courting death?

Bang!

A deafening impact rang out as Lin Feng’s and Zhan Zhengguo’s right shins slammed together. A violent surge of Inner Strength swept in all directions, fierce and brutal.

Their bodies jolted. After freezing in midair for half a second, they each rebounded and drifted back down.

Zhan Zhengguo saw Lin Feng’s breathing go uneven and was about to circulate his energy and gather his qi to strike again when he suddenly felt a blockage in his chest and abdomen. He actually couldn’t draw up a breath, and his face instantly turned extremely ugly...

"Heh, Zhan Zhengguo, you’re done already?! Try taking my kick!" Seeing Zhan Zhengguo’s expression, Lin Feng burst out laughing. His figure shot up again as he launched another kick at Zhan Zhengguo, the move identical to Zhan Zhengguo’s earlier technique, leaving everyone present stunned.

Wang Jiasheng watched Lin Feng’s movements in disbelief, thinking to himself, is this guy insanely bold or just brainless? He was actually using Zhan Zhengguo’s best leg technique to attack him. Didn’t Lin Feng know Zhan Zhengguo was the most experienced at dealing with this move?

Those young men of Xuanyuan Pavilion, upon seeing the move, finally showed excitement on their faces and shouted to Zhan Zhengguo:

"Master, use the Dragon-catching Hand, grab his Zusanli acupoint..."

"Master, use the Tendon-breaking Hand, snap his shin!"

Not only Zhan Zhengguo, even his apprentices knew how to respond to Lin Feng’s attack, and were all loudly instructing their master how to strike.

But Zhan Zhengguo at this moment completely shut out those voices. His whole body was frozen in place as he stared blankly at Lin Feng...

"Master, strike!"

"Master, dodge!"

The young Disciples of Xuanyuan Pavilion didn’t understand what was happening. They looked at Zhan Zhengguo in surprise, shouting excitedly one after another, yet Zhan Zhengguo didn’t move at all.

It wasn’t that Zhan Zhengguo didn’t want to dodge—he just couldn’t!

When Lin Feng had been pummeling him earlier, he’d already used Dark Strength to inject Inner Strength into five major acupoints on Zhan Zhengguo’s chest. Now that Inner Strength erupted, the Ren channel’s Shanzhong, Yutang, Zigong, huagai, and Xuan Ji five acupoints all had their Inner Strength blocked, and he simply could not gather his qi...

Without being able to use Inner Strength, Zhan Zhengguo was nothing more than a slightly spry old man. How could he possibly evade Lin Feng’s strike...

Bang bang bang bang... crack, crack...

Under the shocked and terrified gazes of everyone from Xuanyuan Pavilion, Lin Feng unleashed more than a dozen flying kicks in a row, each one slamming into Zhan Zhengguo’s chest. Accompanied by horrifying impact thuds and the sound of bones snapping, Lin Feng directly booted Zhan Zhengguo’s entire body more than ten meters away...

Thud...

Zhan Zhengguo crashed to the ground like a dead dog. Struggling, he raised his head and fixed his eyes on Lin Feng, his face full of resentment and fear. He finally understood Lin Feng’s true intent.

This young man had wanted to cripple him from the very beginning!

"Pff..." After spitting out a mouthful of bright blood, Zhan Zhengguo said to Lin Feng in an extremely weak voice, "What ruthless methods... what a vicious heart... You win!"