Chapter 143: Turning Clouds with a Flip of the Hand, Bringing Rain with a Turn of the Palm

"Who says that being at the same level means you're destined to lose? Some martial arts are so rigid and powerful that they can overcome the strong with the weak. Can't Tai Chi also deflect a thousand pounds with a mere four ounces?"

Lin Fan smiled with an air of profound mystery.

Feeling mocked, Xiao Song let out a sharp cry and lunged forward, his fists driving straight toward Lin Fan’s chest.

In the next second, relying on his past instincts and premonitions, Lin Fan raised his palms to seize Xiao Song’s arms from below to execute a counter-maneuver.

But just as he extended his hands, Xiao Song abruptly shifted his tactics. Transforming his fists into palms, his hands struck out like Emei needles, aiming directly at Lin Fan’s groin.

Lin Fan merely furrowed his brow, sank his hips into a horse stance, and jerked his hands upward, preparing for a second counter.

*Bam! Bam!*

Two hand-knife strikes landed precisely on the two vulnerable points of Lin Fan’s groin, yet Lin Fan only let out a cold hum, his body remaining as immovable as a mountain.

This sight terrified the several external martial arts experts, including Xiao Song.

Those two spots were critical human vulnerabilities; being struck there would normally cause an immediate loss of combat capability. Moreover, Xiao Song had put his full strength into the blow; in his estimation, Lin Fan should have been unable to withstand it, and his bones should have shattered.

Yet, Lin Fan was unscathed, still wearing an expression of light indifference, standing rooted to the spot like a statue.

In a flash, Lin Fan’s hands curled like tiger claws, locking onto Xiao Song’s arms.

Finally, he had found the opening!

Without hesitation, Lin Fan twisted with force.

A scream erupted across the lawn, startling everyone in the Su family. They watched as Xiao Song’s features contorted, his face turning as pale as a sheet, before he collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

"Out of respect for Old Master Su, I didn't want to injure you severely. It’s just a moderate fracture; you’ll recover fully after treatment," Lin Fan said with a resigned shrug.

After speaking, he scanned the Su family members, noticing their varied expressions.

Su Yan'en’s eyes glimmered with a sharp light, his expression thoughtful. Su Ganmo wore a gloating sneer, while Su Hengyu, beside her, feigned composure, acting as if he hadn't noticed the life-or-death duel. Su Shisheng and his son, Su Mingxuan, stared at Lin Fan with dark, gloomy faces.

The remaining experts from the security team wore expressions of utter horror, eyeing Lin Fan with fear and apprehension.

"What kind of martial arts does this guy practice? I've never seen anything like it. How could he remain uninjured even after being hit in those vulnerable spots? Even at the Hua-Jin stage, one couldn't withstand such a blow!"

"Unless he’s a master at the Gang-Jin level! But that’s impossible. How could there be such a young Gang-Jin expert in the martial arts world? To cultivate from Ming-Jin to Gang-Jin, even for a gifted genius, it takes at least twelve years. How did he do it?"

"Could it be... that he’s not an external master at all, but an internal one?"

"That’s even more impossible. If he were truly an internal master, the Su family would be the ones scrambling to curry favor with him. Everyone knows that internal masters are terrifying existences who can turn the heavens and earth with a wave of their hands—they could wipe out an elite family with a single stroke..."

The security experts looked at Lin Fan with shock, not daring to guess his true identity.

At this moment, Su Qianlong signaled to two other men. They hesitated for two seconds before deciding to ambush Lin Fan. Perhaps because they had seen Lin Fan break Xiao Song’s arms, or perhaps out of fear, their movements were a beat slow.

Their coordination was poor, which gave Lin Fan enough time to react. Previously, when facing Xiao Song, he could barely hold his own and was constantly forced back. Now, even facing their combined assault, he could parry their moves. If it had been before, he would never have had the courage to fight two external experts at once.

With his talent improved, his practice of the Heavenly Gang Fist, and the "invincible" Golden Armor item, he could trade blows with them evenly.

Since the system store had upgraded, the initial beginner items had automatically upgraded to intermediate, though the exchange costs had doubled. Previously, a two-hour Golden Armor card cost only 100,000 wealth points, with some items limited to one use per day. Now, a Golden Armor card cost 500,000 in local currency, but with unlimited daily redemptions. Other items were even more expensive, such as the Mental Control card, which cost one million. Then there were items like Earth-Escaping, Fire-Resistance, and Turtle-Breathing—god-like abilities that all cost over a million.

A few minutes later, Lin Fan sent one man flying with a punch; the man collapsed with broken ribs. The last man, seeing this, dared not step forward.

By now, it was clear to everyone that the three of them combined were no match for Lin Fan.

"The outcome is decided! That is enough!" Su Yan'en suddenly stood up and shouted, wanting to stop Lin Fan from further injuring his men. These experts were hired at great expense to guard the Su family. Having two severely injured would cost a fortune to treat. The money was secondary; the real issue was that Lin Fan had wounded the two strongest men in front of everyone, which was a slap in the face to the Su family.

"Old Master Su, I apologize. I lack real combat experience and was too heavy-handed, accidentally injuring them. If you need me to pay for their medical bills, I am willing to accept that," Lin Fan said, nodding apologetically.

Su Yan'en’s face twitched. How could he not hear the sarcasm in Lin Fan’s tone? *He beats my people and then mocks me to my face? He clearly doesn't respect me, this old man.*

Still, Su Yan'en didn't dare underestimate Lin Fan anymore. With such profound martial arts and immense wealth, he was one of a kind in all of China. He began to suspect that Lin Fan really was the illegitimate son of the legendary wealthiest man in the country.

"It’s fine. I will accept the porcelain you gifted with a clear conscience," Su Yan'en said with a bitter laugh.

Turning to glare at Su Qianlong, he cursed, "Eldest, look at the idiot you’ve raised! A frog in a well, short-sighted! You’ve caused two experts to be nearly crippled. Tell me, how should this be handled?"

No one expected the Old Master to explode like that. Su Qianlong immediately protested, "Grandfather, I didn't do it on purpose... I really didn't know he was hiding such power. It was just a test! If there is fault, it lies with him—it was supposed to be a friendly sparring match, yet he was so vicious!"

Hearing this, Su Yan'en burst into laughter.

"Brother Huang, listen... do you think this fool has water in his brain? A moment ago he was calling for a life-or-death duel, now he calls it sparring? Does he think nothing of those men? Does he have no regard for me, his own grandfather?"