Chapter 2 (1/2)
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
The middle-aged butler sternly cautioned him, “Lad, there’s always someone stronger than you out there, don’t think that just because you learnt a few days of kungfu, you can come in here and flaunt.”
Ling Chen lightly rotated his wrist and levelled a steady gaze at the butler, but surprise filled his heart. He could not have imagined that there would be an expert hidden over here.
“Do you dare to try?” Ling Chen boldly taunted.
It had been a long while since he had met an opponent who could match him. If not for him letting down his guard down for a moment and the opponent launching a sneak attack on him, how else could the butler take advantage of him?
“Uncle Liu, teach him a lesson! Let this kid remember this humiliation for a long time!” The flat-top youth excitedly shouted.
Everyone here knew that this Uncle Liu was not only a steward beside Nanrong Yong but was also responsible for his safety as well. He had practised kungfu for decades and was extremely formidable.
Seeing Ling Chen taking the initiative to issue a challenge, and everyone felt that the kid did not know his limits. However, they could not be any happier to see him make a fool of himself.
Daring to show off in the Nanrong household, the kid must be tired of living! This was the thought flashing through everyone’s mind at the time.
The middle-aged steward lightly snorted and strode forward, his stride like that of a cavalry charge as his right arm flung out. His five fingers were as imposing as a tiger’s claws, overbearingly tearing towards Ling Chen’s head.
Looking at the opponent making a move, the corners of Ling Chen’s mouth rose, and he went perfectly still, his sharp gaze intently observing the opponent’s movement. Suddenly, his body leaned forward and his head slightly tilted to the right, nimbly avoiding the middle-aged man’s claws. At the same time, he launched himself forward, his fist of steel blasting towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged butler responded exceptionally quickly as well. Seeing that the situation wasn’t looking too good, he immediately retracted his claws. He adopted an evasive action, intending to dodge Ling Chen’s fist.
But he soon realized to his horror that every time he took a step back, Ling Chen’s fist would move forward immediately. It was impossible to shake off his attack!
Rapidly retreating a few steps, the middle-aged steward suddenly felt a hard object cutting off his path of retreat. It turned out to be a wall behind him. Since he could no longer retreat the only option left was to attack! At that moment, he curled his fingers into the shape of a tiger’s claws again and shot out to meet Ling Chen’s fist.
After practising for decades, the middle-aged steward was very confident in himself.
As the two blows met, the middle-aged steward’s face suddenly turned pale, and shock flashed in his eyes. The other party was standing in his original position firmly, without even taking a single step back.
“Is this all you amount to?”
Ling Chen sneered, and his fist that had seemingly been caught in a stalemate suddenly burst forward.
At that moment, the middle-aged steward suddenly felt a ferocious and dark inner strength transmitted through the fist. His whole arm suddenly lost all its strength and haplessly fell to his side.
Although neither of them made any movement after that exchange, everyone could tell that Uncle Liu had suffered a loss to that young man’s hand.
“Wanting to teach me a lesson, are you even worthy?”
Ling Chen suddenly said. The middle-aged steward’s face flashed green and red, and he looked down, ashamed.
“Uncle Liu, what are you doing, continue to beat him!” A group of people were cheering him on with the flat-top youth shouting the loudest.
“Enough.”
Right at this moment, a young woman sitting in a wheelchair was aided down the stairs by someone.
As soon as the young woman appeared, the people in the living room immediately quietened down, and all of them stood upright, seemingly afraid to speak a single word.
Ling Chen looked at the young woman, and his facial complexion changed. He suddenly felt as if he could not catch his breath, and his eyes were suffused with astonishment.
The woman was in her twenties, with ashen skin, and was wearing a clean dress. She seemed extremely frail, as though she could be blown away by a gust of wind at any time.
Above the neckline of the dress was a breathtakingly beautiful countenance. The woman’s skin was silky and smooth, glowing brighter than even snow. Framed by feathery eyelashes a pair of crescent eyes calmly looked at their surroundings. Her thin lips were as white as jade and trembled ever so slightly, betraying a hint of sickness.
Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.
The long-legged beauty just now was already superb, but she was simply incomparable to the woman in front of him. It had nothing to do with looks, but rather an indescribable temperament.
Alas, to think that such otherworldly beauty could exist in this world.