Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality-Chapter 1172 - 589: Unscathed After a Shot (Part 2)

His entire body froze.

He raised his head sluggishly, staring dead ahead with wide eyes. After two or three seconds of staring, he rubbed his eyes, and finally, as if he had seen a ghost, shouted, "How is this possible?"

Yes, how is it possible?

Not only Bruce but everyone widened their eyes and gaped, looking at the unscathed Lin Beichen, unable to believe their eyes.

Some even raised a hand to slap themselves, trying to confirm if they were dreaming.

After all, everything happening before them was too unbelievable!

It was a gun! And fired at such close range, how did this kid manage to remain unscathed?

"I must have been out of action for too long, causing my aim to go astray, letting this kid narrowly escape." Bruce was the first to recover, grinning menacingly as he spoke to Lin Beichen, "You won't have such luck again!"

With that, he raised his hand again, aiming at Lin Beichen, ready to pull the trigger.

However, just as he was about to squeeze the trigger, Lin Beichen leaped forward, snatching the gun from his hand. Then, under Bruce's terrified gaze, he grabbed him by the throat, lifting him like a helpless chick.

"Slap! Slap!"

After giving Bruce two casual slaps, Lin Beichen spoke, "You dare to show off such petty skills in front of me? Utterly ridiculous!"

Everyone was stunned!

People stared blankly at Lin Beichen, then at Bruce being held by the throat, unable to believe their eyes.

In just a few seconds, the situation had completely reversed!

"You... who are you? How can you be this strong?" Bruce looked at Lin Beichen with disbelief, all traces of his superiority had vanished.

All that remained was fear and bafflement. Who on earth was this kid?

How could he possess such astonishing power? "I was going to say, I'm your father," Lin Beichen said leisurely while stroking his chin, "But on second thought, there's no way I'd have a son that looks like you."

"You damn..." Bruce was about to curse, but was abruptly choked and the feeling of suffocation surged over him. His face turned crimson, veins bulging, his expression contorting like a fiend, and his limbs flailing wildly in the air, struggling desperately.

"Hmph, barbarians will always be barbarians, life and death not in their own hands, yet you dare to bare your fangs at me? Where's your brain? Did you bring it with you?" Lin Beichen shook his head, mocking him, "Probably not."

Before the words finished, Lin Beichen released his hand, delivering a fierce Inch Fist punch to Bruce's chest, as swift as thunder.

"Boom!"

To Bruce, the loud crash was like a bolt from the blue exploding next to his ear, while a gale roared. He felt as if a speeding truck had brutally slammed into his chest.

His entire body, from flesh and blood to the internal organs, seemed compressed into one spot by the punch.

"Ah!"

With a piercing scream, Bruce, weighing over two hundred pounds, was tossed like a leaf in a gale or a kite with its string cut. He flew through the air, tracing a perfect arc, and ultimately crashed hard into the crowd of hefty men who came with him.

"Ouch, that hurt like hell!"

"My leg, oh my god, my leg is broken!"

The over two hundred pound object, acting under acceleration, was like a rapidly flying projectile, hitting the crowd accurately. Who could dodge it? Who could withstand it?

In no time, it was chaos, with people and horses knocked over, screams abound.

The dozen or so fierce, menacing brawny men were knocked down by this "projectile", all but one lucky soul, who was too far to be hit, lay on the ground wailing.

This move was truly astonishing, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

"Who... who are you?!" After most of his subordinates were knocked down, Bruce, bleeding and battered, a bloody mess like a piece of minced meat, lay on the ground. Even so, even having lost basic mobility and despite blood gushing out of his mouth, he defiantly let out his final roar at Lin Beichen, "Tell me, who the hell are you? You damn, who are you really?"

He couldn't accept it, absolutely couldn't accept the outcome before him. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

A minor character, a humble creature like a monkey, how could he be his opponent? How dare he strike at him so viciously? Doesn't this guy fear any trouble?

Damn it, this kid's identity must be problematic, must have come from the same place as him, otherwise, how dare he? How dare he treat him like this?

"Yo, isn't it Bruce? Didn't you say you would handle this task on your own? How come you're lying on the ground now? Oh wow, that's a lot of blood, what's going on?" Just then, a man in his thirties, with a rugged face and a curry-flavored accent, walked over.

This curry strongman walked up to Bruce, examined him from top to bottom meticulously, and exaggeratedly said, "Oh, I get it, I get it, our boxing champ Bruce felt that merely completing the task wouldn't showcase his skills, so he let others beat him a bit before countering, right right right, that must be it, definitely no mistake.

Isn't that right, my good brother Bruce?"

As the curry strongman spoke, he helped Bruce up, looking curiously at him.

This curious expression fell in Bruce's eyes like a long needle, stabbing fiercely into his chest.

"Bastard, Carl, you animal, in this situation you're still taunting me? Huh? That kid's already called the police, and if you keep dawdling, we'll have to flee when they arrive," Bruce yelled angrily at Carl, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and take that kid out, or you'll not get a penny if the mission fails."

Carl?

This guy, this guy with the strong curry flavor, he's in league with that guy too?

Everyone's eyes turned towards Carl.

"Relax, I'm not as brainless as you, the employer said he was an expert, yet you rushed in with a bunch of thugs and a broken gun." Carl smirked contemptuously, "I think that kid was probably right earlier, you probably are brainless, I thought so long ago."

"You..." Bruce trembled with rage, but couldn't utter a word. Deep down, he knew, even though his eyes were still open, his body was completely shattered.

If not for Carl supporting him, standing up was impossible, even moving was extremely difficult.

Having learned some first aid, Carl even suspected that if Bruce lost his breath, he might meet God soon.

In this situation, asking Carl for help to get to the hospital was urgent, he wouldn't dare to offend him again.

Bruce certainly didn't want to die here for no reason.

"Alright, you brainless fool, just stay here and rest. Watch carefully and see how Grandpa Carl deals with this kid." Carl said, helping Bruce to a car, and after the only left standing strongman supported him, he turned to Lin Beichen.

After examining him up and down, Carl grinned, "To be honest, I quite admire you, your skills are indeed impressive, knocking that brainless fool away with a single punch, and being able to dodge bullets with premonition and body technique."

Carl looked at Lin Beichen with appreciation, "These are the skills grandmasters had over a hundred years ago, yet you have them too, how old are you?

Eighteen? Twenty? At most no older than twenty-five, right?