Martial Arrogance Dragon Soul-Chapter 498 - 462: Kick the Iron Plate

However, as he made his move—

Qin Qing also reached out with one hand!

The two hands collided!

"Ah, ah..."

Screams emitted from the mouth of the bandit.

Then, the sound of bones breaking followed.

The hand of this bandit was crushed into pieces by Qin Qing.

Next, Qin Qing unleashed a palm strike—

Tablet Splitting Palm!

"Bang!"

The entire body of the bandit exploded into a mist of blood.

Instantly, there was shock all around...

"You’re also a Martial Artist!"

Feng Chenghong reacted, glaring at Qin Qing.

"But what does it matter if you’re a Martial Artist? Do you think you’re invincible just because you’ve stepped onto the path of Martial Arts?"

Even though Feng Chenghong knew Qin Qing was a Martial Artist, he still didn’t take him seriously.

After all, Qin Qing looked far too young.

And in this isolated village, to what Realm could someone of his age possibly have cultivated?

Feng Chenghong himself, however, was a Golden Core Realm Martial Artist.

In principle, a Martial Artist of the Golden Core Realm wouldn’t settle to be just a lowly bandit leader.

But Feng Chenghong was one to play by his own rules.

This guy had quite impressive natural talent and was once considered a bit of a prodigy.

He had reached the Golden Core Realm just after turning thirty.

But in the Middle Stage of the Golden Core Realm, he suffered a heavy blow, was severely injured, and nearly lost his life.

Since then, Feng Chenghong had become fearful.

He dared not clash with other strong Martial Artists of the Golden Core Realm, nor did he care to seek out further adventures.

So, while he was healing, he joined the Black Horse Gang and later, relying on his strength, worked his way up to the position of the chief.

There were not many truly formidable Martial Artists in the Black Horse Gang, and their usual targets for robbery and killing were mostly defenseless common folk.

So there was no danger.

This made Feng Chenghong feel very comfortable.

Indeed, wasn’t being like a king in one’s own territory far more leisurely than fighting to the death for Cultivation Resources?

But at this moment...

Feng Chenghong realized that Qin Qing was a Martial Artist.

And such a young one with notable strength, Feng Chenghong almost saw his younger self in him.

Therefore, Feng Chenghong wanted to brutally trample this young man, to show him that there were always others stronger, and that the sky’s the limit.

Additionally, he wanted to utterly shatter this youngster’s Martial Artist dream, to let him know the perils and cruelty of the Martial Arts path!

Qin Qing looked at Feng Chenghong with a cold laugh.

He saw right through him, Feng Chenghong was of the Late Stage Golden Core Cultivation, but his foundations were unstable, likely from suffering a heavy injury.

"Die for me!"

Feng Chenghong took a step forward, and suddenly, his golden greatsword cleaved down.

This strike contained the True Intention of the Golden Core, the overwhelming Spiritual Power transforming into a golden tiger-shaped blade light heading straight for Qin Qing’s head.

Qin Qing’s expression shifted slightly as he watched the blade light flash past in an instant.

The villagers of Tuling Village behind him changed color one after another.

Su Wanqing screamed out, "Brother Qing, careful!"

However, in the next breath, Qin Qing reached out a hand.

He directly grabbed toward Feng Chenghong’s greatsword with his bare hand.

"Truly courting death!"

Feng Chenghong’s face flashed an even more mocking smile, as he truly couldn’t fathom why the young man was being so foolish.

Was he actually attempting to catch a blade with his bare hands? Did he think this was some kind of magic trick?

However... the sneer at the corner of Feng Chenghong’s mouth suddenly froze in place.

He even incredulously blinked his eyes, wondering if he was still not fully awake.

His own knife had actually been caught in the young man’s hand.

The sharp blade hadn’t cut through his skin, not even leaving the slightest mark.

"This..."

Feng Chenghong was dumbstruck; then he fiercely attempted to pull the knife out of Qin Qing’s grasp.

However...

His knife didn’t budge an inch, as if it had completely fused with the young man’s hand.

At that moment, cold sweat broke out from the back of Feng Chenghong’s forehead.

When he looked at Qin Qing again, all that remained in his eyes was fear.

"Young brother, please forgive my short-sightedness, I did not recognize your true greatness!"

Feng Chenghong immediately cupped his hands in salute, his face covered with a smile.

This turn of events left even Qin Qing somewhat at a loss.

"Young brother, you aren’t from Tuling Village, are you?" Feng Chenghong asked again.

"No, I’m not! So what?" Qin Qing had no idea what this guy was up to with his inscrutable intentions.

Upon hearing Qin Qing’s response, Feng Chenghong instead heaved a long sigh of relief, then continued, "Since young brother is not a local of Tuling Village, there’s absolutely no need for you to stand up for these barbarians!"

Qin Qing still wore a cold smile on his lips as he looked at Feng Chenghong, "So, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"I’m saying, brother. Let’s just forget about our dispute. Since you’re not from Tuling Village and probably have no connection to them... For the offense I caused earlier, I will formally apologize and provide a satisfactory compensation, how does that sound?"

Feng Chenghong had gone weak. He knew he likely stood no chance against the young man before him and thus directly conceded, willing to make amends.

"I think not!" Qin Qing said coldly.

"Brother, there’s no need to decline so resolutely," Feng Chenghong said, continuing with a smile, "I see you are young with limitless potential. How about this... if you join our Black Horse Gang, I guarantee... you can be the second-in-command. Eating meat and drinking freely in the future, wouldn’t that be delightful?"

"No, you be the chief. I’ll take the second-in-command... Together we can grow the Black Horse Gang stronger, wouldn’t that be wonderful?"

Feng Chenghong tried to entice Qin Qing, hoping to persuade him to join their faction.

"Heh heh."

Qin Qing chuckled. So, Feng Chenghong was looking to recruit him into the ranks.

Just a moment ago, this guy was all out to kill him, and now he was trying to make him his accomplice.

This change of face was truly faster than flipping a book.

"What a pity, we are not of the same path. I have always looked down on you bandits. You all have hands and feet, can’t you hunt ferocious beasts or do some honest work? But instead you choose to be bandits, bullying ordinary folk?"

Qin Qing’s face was filled with icy disdain, "You scum, human trash! I’d be glad to rid the world of you, and you want me to join you?"

As his voice fell, Qin Qing made his move directly.

His hands clapped together, and his palms pushed towards Feng Chenghong.

Feng Chenghong hadn’t expected this guy to be completely impervious to persuasion, and he hastily tried to defend himself.

"Smack!"

His palm pressed against the large knife.

It sounded like metal striking metal.

Feng Chenghong only felt a violent shudder in the base of his palm, followed by an intense pain, then the large knife in his hand was flung away.

At the same time, his palm was ripped open, and blood flowed continuously!

Following this, Qin Qing’s hand reached out and grasped Feng Chenghong’s neck!

"Ugh ugh ugh..."

Feng Chenghong was held by his neck and lifted into the air by Qin Qing, his legs kicking wildly and hands flailing, trying to break free.

But he found that Qin Qing’s hand was as solid as a supreme Spirit Soldier, tightly binding his neck.

It was only then that Feng Chenghong realized that he had greatly underestimated the young man before him.

"Spare... spare my life!"

He struggled to speak, begging for mercy.