Chapter 1071: Chapter 1071: Weakness
With a bang, Chen Mingâs punch landed heavily on Liang Chengâs fat palm, yet it felt as if he had struck a wave, his strength not only vanished without a trace, but instead rebounded back with even greater force!
With a loud crash, Chen Ming flew back and fell heavily onto a nearby wooden shelf. The shelf shattered, and the ceramics displayed above it smashed into pieces.
"Third Brother!" Jasmine couldnât help but exclaim, quickly running forward with a worried expression on her face.
The only ones present whose expressions remained unchanged were Ling Feng and Chen Baizhan!
It was his own son who was knocked away, yet Chen Baizhan still sipped his tea lightly, watching the scene with a nonchalant gaze, as if it had little to do with him.
"Uncle Chen, youâre not worried?" Ling Feng asked curiously.
Chen Baizhan put down his teacup, smiled, and said, "What use is it if I worry? Iâm just a merchant, I canât lift or carry! If my third son canât resolve this, I have no other solutions! Besides, I believe in our third son, he couldnât possibly lose to someone like this."
Saying this, Chen Baizhan glanced at Ling Feng again and said meaningfully, "What reassures me most is that you, Ling Feng, are so calm. What do I have to worry about?"
Ling Feng was somewhat astonished. Chen Baizhanâs cultivation of composure was truly something not achievable by ordinary people!
Chen Ming bounced up with the classic "carp jump," wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, a trace of gloom in his eyes. He had intended to swiftly deal with this fat guy, but unexpectedly, this fat guy was someone who disguised as weak to deceive. His real strength was definitely A-Level!
"Damn it! How can an A-Level master be such a despicable fat guy?" Chen Ming felt the world was filled with malice against him.
"Youâve got some resilience, kid!" Liang Cheng shook his wrist, his gaze swept over the crowd, then paused on Ling Feng for a moment before continuing, "Youâve got some skill, quite promising among the younger generation. How about joining me?"
"What?" Chen Ming was shocked by the fat guyâs words.
Liang Cheng waved his hand and said, "Whatâs wrong? Didnât you understand? Elder Liang has taken a liking to your talent, follow me, and I guarantee you will live well."
"Follow you? To end up like you?" Chen Ming sneered, "Youâre dreaming!"
"Donât be so disrespectful, kid!" A cold light appeared on Liang Chengâs face, "If you remain stubborn, Iâll have to break your legs."
Jasmine was anxious, "How can you be like this, barging in and hitting people out of nowhere? Youâre way too arrogant!"
Li Meihong chuckled, "Little sister, this is a matter between men, donât butt in! Arrogance requires capital, and youâre showcasing your skill with a big sword in front of Guan Gong. To be arrogant, you need to have something to back it up."
At this moment, Ling Feng calmly said, "Chen Ming, if youâre a man, stop talking nonsense with this fat pig. You should have noticed by now that his greatest ability is to rebound attacks. Iâm sure you can find a way to counter it. If you canât even beat this fat pig, I advise you to apply to leave the team!"
Liang Cheng was furious. His body fat was due to his cultivation technique, so he hated being called a fat pig. That nickname carried all his painful memories and childhood shadows!
"Youâre courting death, kid!" Liang Cheng stared at Ling Feng, saying through gritted teeth, "Iâll flatten you into a meat pie right now!"
But with a sudden move, Chen Ming appeared in front of Liang Cheng, wiggling a finger provocatively, "Fat pig, your opponent is me. If youâve got the skills, beat me first before going after my big brother!"
"You too are courting death!" Liang Cheng roared with anger, stomped his foot, and the entire Songbai Pavilion trembled. He struck at Chen Ming fiercely, like Thunder, as if Mount Tai was crashing down.
Chen Ming quickly retreated, with a crunch, a wooden cabinet behind him was smashed to pieces by Liang Chengâs palm, sending shards flying.
"So fierce!" Chen Ming took the opportunity to charge forward, his palm landed heavily on Liang Chengâs body.
"I can let you hit me, if you manage to injure me, Iâll admit defeat!" Liang Cheng laughed heartily. His muscles trembled, and Chen Mingâs attack instantly became ineffective, instead knocking him back several steps.
Chen Ming felt a bit troubled. He discovered that although Liang Cheng was fat, his movements were not sluggish at all, on the contrary, they were quite agile. Combined with his robust defense, it really left Chen Ming at a loss.
Jasmine, although not a martial artist, could see that her Third Brother was not in a favorable position, "Brother Ling Feng, is my brother really okay? It seems like heâs at a disadvantage!"
Ling Feng smiled and said, "Donât worry, Liang Cheng may have strong defense, but his attacks are not as robust as his defense. His attack is on par with your third brother, moreover, no defense is without flaws. I believe your third brother will discover the opening!"
Ling Fengâs words reached Chen Mingâs ears, he was inspired, and while constantly dodging Liang Chengâs attacks, began to search for Liang Chengâs defense weakness!
"Weakness? Sorry, it doesnât exist!" Liang Cheng laughed loudly, "Based on this B-Level kidâs strength, defeating me is simply a joke!"
"Really?" At this moment, Chen Mingâs voice came from Liang Chengâs ear, he feigned a flaw, then turned to Liang Chengâs back, and delivered a heavy kick to Liang Chengâs crotch!
Hiss! Liang Chengâs previously smug smile froze instantly. He clutched his lower body and knelt on the ground, a grimace on his face, "You bastard, you dare to attack my descendants, I wonât let you off!"
Liang Chengâs defense hadnât been cultivated to protect his lower body, so naturally, he couldnât withstand Chen Mingâs kick. He even felt his "little brother" crying out in agony.
"Shameless!" Li Meihong screamed, rushing to Liang Chengâs side, "Brother Cheng, how are you now?"
Ling Feng, however, walked up and patted Chen Mingâs shoulder, sighing, "That kick of yours sure deserves a second look!"
Chen Ming scratched his head, "Brother Ling, isnât this what you said, to find the fat pigâs weakness?"
"I did say that, but the weakness I meant was his belly button! Didnât you notice? His left hand was always covering his belly button, thatâs his vital point!" Ling Feng shook his head, "Looking at your kick, it seems heâs going to suffer both physically and figuratively!"
Chen Ming was dumbfounded. He looked at Liang Cheng kneeling on the ground wailing and couldnât help but silently mourn for him for three seconds.