"Very good, continue monitoring the data; I want a complete report." After speaking, the middle-aged man turned his head to look at the youth and smiled, "It seems that Zhu Hong’s information was accurate. Ling Chen’s genes can perfectly fuse with the potion; it’s just unknown if there will be any side effects."
Jiang Family.
Siheyuan.
With a "click," the sound of a dislocated arm being set back in place could be heard.
At this moment, all eyes were focused on Ling Chen. Even ordinary people could feel the change in him.
Jiang Hanlin stared coldly, watching Ling Chen, whose body glowed red as if scorched by raging flames, his eyes slightly wavering. As a martial artist, he had a clearer sense than others. In these few seconds, Ling Chen’s aura was rapidly strengthening.
He couldn’t determine Ling Chen’s condition, but he faintly felt that something was not right.
Strike first to gain the upper hand!
The thought prompted him to flick his wrist, and with a "swish," the tip of the silver whip with its cold gleam shot out again, aiming straight for Ling Chen’s eyes.
Facing the gust of the whip, Ling Chen, who was squinting, suddenly opened his eyes wide and, with a lightning-fast move, accurately caught the end of the silver whip and wrapped it around his hand.
Jiang Hanlin raised an eyebrow and immediately tugged the silver whip, trying to pull Ling Chen’s body back along with it. But Ling Chen was as stable as a rock, his legs rooted to the ground. No matter how powerful Jiang Hanlin’s effort was, Ling Chen remained unmoved.
Seeing this scene, everyone found it unbelievable, even Jiang Kun’s face showed a hint of astonishment. Previously, Ling Chen had been completely overpowered by Jiang Hanlin without any ability to fight back, but now he was evenly matched with Jiang Hanlin, despite his severe injuries, which was simply inconceivable.
Suddenly, a roar erupted; Ling Chen yanked the silver whip, pushing off with his legs. Accompanying his movement, Jiang Hanlin’s face slightly changed, his right foot moved forward, his body slightly leaning as if he couldn’t withstand Ling Chen’s strength.
"Let go!"
In the midst of the yelling, the handle of the silver whip flew out from Jiang Hanlin’s hand, leaving a shallow bloodstain on his palm.
The pain in his palm transmitted, and a violent flash appeared in Jiang Hanlin’s icy eyes.
"Seeking death!"
With a soft exhalation, he tapped his toes on the ground, closing in quickly, inner strength surging and striking out with a single palm toward Ling Chen’s vital spot.
Ling Chen, throwing off the silver whip from his hands, didn’t dodge and swung his fist towards Jiang Hanlin’s palm. Fist and palm met, the robust Inner Strength gushing out like a surging river continuously from Jiang Hanlin’s body.
However, Ling Chen didn’t move back an inch, standing firm, completely unaffected by the Inner Strength. Suddenly, Ling Chen opened his mouth and roared like a tiger, his punching power bursting out, his formidable force tearing through with a crushing momentum, immediately dismantling Jiang Hanlin’s attack.
Seizing the advantage, Ling Chen pressed forward aggressively, stepping forward with rapid punches thrown from both left and right with increasing power, showing no sign of stopping.
Forced into a retreat, Jiang Hanlin continuously stepped back, his palms waving in front of his chest, desperately countering Ling Chen’s punches.
After more than a dozen exchanges, Jiang Hanlin’s complexion turned slightly pale, his arms numbed by the force of Ling Chen’s strikes, gradually slowing down.
In contrast, Ling Chen seemed not to feel any pain at all, relentlessly advancing, with only one thought in his mind—to defeat the opponent in front of him.
At this moment, Jiang Hanlin revealed a flaw, and Ling Chen seized the opportunity, launching a punch straight towards his opponent’s chest. However, Jiang Hanlin reacted quickly, slightly bending his body and tightly wrapping his hands around Ling Chen’s arms, preventing his punch from advancing even half an inch.
Ling Chen’s punch was blocked, and he fiercely raised his head, staring directly into Jiang Hanlin’s eyes.
Not good!
This exclamation of "not good" came from Jiang Hanlin, not from Ling Chen. When their eyes met, Jiang Hanlin was surprised to find a faint sneer emerging in Ling Chen’s red eyes.
Unfortunately, it was too late for him.
"Die!"
Accompanied by Ling Chen’s furious shout, his arms, originally restrained by Jiang Hanlin, suddenly exerted force, broke free from Jiang Hanlin’s grasp, and violently smashed into his chest.
Spurt!
A spray of blood shot out, and Jiang Hanlin’s chest immediately caved in, his bones shattered, and he nearly couldn’t catch his breath, standing still on the spot for a long time.
"Dad!" Jiang Han cried out in alarm and took a step forward to rush over. But before he could move, Ling Chen appeared in front of him.
Feeling the chilly ruthlessness in those blood-red eyes, Jiang Han involuntarily shuddered and hastily stepped back. But by then, Ling Chen had already reached out first, grabbing his collar and lifting him from the ground, holding him high in the air.
Seeing his actions, Jiang Kun, Jiang Hanlin, Jiang Ying, and Jiang Yu’s expressions drastically changed, and they yelled in anger and shock, "Ling Chen, what are you doing?"
"I want you all to know what’s called retribution." With that, Ling Chen swung a punch, heading straight for Jiang Han’s forehead.
"No!" Watching the rapidly enlarging fist before him, Jiang Han’s pupils constricted, his face turned pale, full of fear.
"Stop!"
As Jiang Kun’s voice echoed, Ling Chen’s merciless fist smashed onto Jiang Han’s forehead. Instantly, Jiang Han’s head tilted, dangling weakly over his neck, frothing at the mouth, unconscious.
Unperturbed by the furious stares from everyone, Ling Chen casually threw Jiang Han to the ground, his icy gaze sweeping over the crowd, like a beast on the hunt.
"Who else?"
As he spoke, a group of security personnel stepped back, not daring to meet his gaze.
Jiang Hanlin gazed at his son lying on the ground, uncertain if he was alive or dead, his eyes emitting a cold glare as his body shook with extreme anger. As he stepped forward, intense pain immediately shot from his chest, and his limbs spasmodically twitched uncontrollably.
"You... you dare..." Jiang Kun pointed at Ling Chen, his old face turning pale with anger, unable to utter a complete sentence. Jiang Han was his grandson, yet Ling Chen had crippled him right in front of him, blatantly disregarding the Jiang family.
Ling Chen coldly said, "Old fool, listen carefully. If you dare to bully the Nanrong Family again, I will ensure the Jiang Family never recovers. Wanqing, let’s go."
Nanrong Wanqing softly agreed, closely following his steps, heading straight outside. The surrounding security personnel all stepped aside, not daring to obstruct. This man had dared to cripple the young master of the Jiang family; he was not someone they could afford to provoke.
Watching the two of them receding into the distance, Jiang Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Family Head, are we just going to let them go? Shall I go and invite…"
"Shut up!" Jiang Kun sharply interjected: "Do not disturb them over such trivial matters. Today we’ll let them go, but sooner or later, I’ll settle this account with them properly."