Novel Bin Chapter 15
C15 – Only Two Palms!
One of the two men was clad in the attire of a martial club, emblazoned with the bold word “Super.”
Bian Fenjiang, accompanied by another individual, approached Pei Yu from behind and confronted him, “I heard you beat up my brother at school, is that right?”
Pei Yu, hearing his name called, turned to glance over his shoulder.
Though Pei Yu had never been a member of the Super Martial Club, he recognized their uniform instantly from countless TV sightings.
The man was clearly affiliated with the Super Martial Club.
“What do you want with me?” Pei Yu inquired, maintaining a poised and confident demeanor.
Bian Fenjiang, towering half a head above Pei Yu, let out a mocking laugh, “I’m here to cripple you, to avenge my brother. No need to be nervous.”
His piercing gaze locked onto Pei Yu, predatory and unsettling, like that of a wild beast.
A mere look at Bian Fenjiang was enough to identify him as a master of martial arts.
“You’re after revenge for your brother?”
Surprised, Pei Yu shook his head, hands clasped behind his back. “You’re with the Super Martial Club, aren’t you?”
“Of course. But don’t fret. You’re on my turf, and I won’t gang up on you like others might!”
“No, what I mean is, I’m worried you won’t be able to handle me on your own!”
Pei Yu’s challenge instantly ignited Bian Fenjiang’s fury, his usual arrogance inflamed.
He couldn’t stand being belittled by the wiry Pei Yu!
After all, he was a high-level Second Grade martial artist!
With a powerful stride, he lifted his leg and brought it down towards Pei Yu with ferocious intent!
The whooshing sound buzzed by Pei Yu’s ears, the air around him churning as if cleaved by a blade!
That kick packed a force of at least two thousand eight hundred kilograms, nearly breaching the Third Grade threshold!
Bian Fenjiang and his companion were ready to revel in their anticipated victory, but their smirks solidified into shock.
Pei Yu, swift as a striking serpent, snatched the forceful leg out of the air.
In a heartbeat, Bian Fenjiang’s advance halted, his leg suspended in a helpless limbo.
“He blocked that with his bare hands?” Bian Fenjiang’s companion whispered in disbelief.The sourc𝗲 of this content nov(𝒆l)bi((n))
Even fighters of Bian Fenjiang’s caliber wouldn’t dare to intercept his kick without protection; they’d be blown away.
Yet, Pei Yu stopped Bian Fenjiang’s slash with nothing but his hands.
“Perhaps if your Master were here, he might stand a chance against me. But you, you’re clearly out of your depth,” Pei Yu remarked with biting scorn. With a slight increase in force, he yanked Bian Fenjiang toward him in an instant.
But Bian Fenjiang lived up to his reputation as a martial arts master. Despite being vastly outmatched in strength, his reflexes were sharp. Instinctively, he launched a punch, striving to escape Pei Yu’s grasp.
When his fist connected, Pei Yu seemed unfazed, absorbing the blow as if his body were made of iron.
The force of nearly three thousand kilograms hit Pei Yu and it was like striking an anvil!
Not only was Bian Fenjiang’s companion taken aback, but Bian Fenjiang himself was left breathless, a sudden fear surging from his feet to his crown.
“He’s completed full-body bone tempering.”
Every martial artist understood the significance.
Pei Yu had achieved full bone tempering!
The revelation was astounding. Typically, martial artists could only hope to fully temper their bones by age thirty, and that was with exceptional innate talent.
Pei Yu, appearing barely into his twenties, had already tempered his bones. How could this be possible?