Chapter 8 Impervious to Sword and Spear?

Shen Feng was in a very bad mood!

Extremely bad!

He had specifically sought out an abandoned park, wanting to quietly absorb the spiritual energy from a string of jade beads.

But now, before he could fully absorb the spiritual energy within the jade beads, he was disturbed by a few fellows who lacked sight? And they even wanted to silence him by killing him?

He deemed those ants unworthy of his concern; however, should these ants take the initiative to provoke him, he would not hesitate to crush them to death.

With a flick of his right hand, which was holding the jade beads, the six cracked beads turned into powder, leaving only the last four beads intact.

The lighting in the woods was very dim, which prevented Sun Wei and Sun Feihu from seeing this eerie scene.

Xu Dong, who had been kicked in the stomach, had used up all his strength to run away earlier, and with one hand and foot tendon severed, he no longer had the strength to stand up.

Glancing at Shen Feng, who was sitting cross-legged under the big tree, he gritted his teeth and said, "Stop involving innocent people. He's just a beggar; you wouldn't let even a beggar go, would you? A beggar poses no threat to you, and nobody would believe the words of a beggar."

Sun Wei looked at Xu Dong with scorn, "Do you know what your biggest failure is? As a boss, you're far too kind-hearted."

"As you said, he's just a beggar. Living in this world, he's just clinging to life. By mercifully sending him on his way, he should be thanking me instead."

Xu Dong struggled to rise from the ground, but Sun Feihu stomped fiercely on his chest, "I say, boss, there's no point in exhausting yourself. Isn't it nicer to leave this world with dignity? Why must you make things difficult for your brothers?"

Pain emanated from his chest; Xu Dong, pressed down forcefully by Sun Feihu, couldn't even struggle. He roared, "You ungrateful scoundrels, you will sooner or later get what's coming to you! In death, I, Xu Dong, won't let you off the hook!"

"Pah!"

Xu Dong spat out a mouthful of bloodstained saliva.

Sun Wei calmly instructed his three subordinates, "Black Ghost, tie up this beggar's hands and feet, put a few rocks on him, and sink him directly into this manmade lake."

Then, Sun Wei turned to Xu Dong with a smile, "If you can become a ghost, I welcome you to come back for revenge at any time."

The three men standing behind Sun Wei were incredibly muscular, especially the leader with dark skin. His muscles bulged impressively, and his face was filled with contempt as he looked at Shen Feng.

He was Sun Wei and Sun Feihu's top enforcer, possessing explosive strength. Due to his skin being as dark as an African's, he had earned the nickname Black Ghost.

Black Ghost and the other two men started walking toward Shen Feng step by step, not giving a second thought to the beggar before them.

They had simply decided to act together to promptly take care of the matter at hand.

Xu Dong, pinned under Sun Feihu's foot, said with remorse, "Friend, I've dragged you into this."

As Xu Dong's words fell,

Black Ghost and the two men had already approached Shen Feng. Seeing Shen Feng calmly standing up from the ground, Black Ghost's face revealed a cruel smile, "Interesting! Looks like you want to resist, huh?"

"Remember, in your next life you better gouge out your own eyes, so you won't see what you shouldn't," he said.

"Go to hell!"

As Black Ghost approached, he was already building up power in his body. His powerful right fist, like a cannonball, smashed toward Shen Feng's head.

His fist was fast and powerful.

If a regular person's head took such a punch, even if it didn't burst open, it would likely result in a concussion.

Black Ghost had once killed a man with a single punch.

Shen Feng was nothing more than a minor episode in the eyes of Sun Wei and Sun Feihu; this beggar wouldn't affect the final outcome.

It was while they were in the mood for watching a show, waiting for Shen Feng to be knocked unconscious by Black Ghost's punch.

The motionless Shen Feng suddenly moved; he swiftly extended his palm, blocking it incredibly fast in front of Black Ghost's fist.

Black Ghost was taken aback; he hadn't expected Shen Feng to be so fast!

However, he immediately sneered again, "A dead beggar overestimating himself."

But in the next instant.

As Black Ghost's fist smashed into Shen Feng's palm, his face changed drastically, feeling as if his fist had struck an iron block. He bellowed urgently, "This one's tough, let's attack together and kill him."

Black Ghost reacted very quickly.

As soon as these words were spoken.

All those present were slightly startled, but Black Ghost definitely wouldn't be joking at this time.

The two men following him did not hesitate to pull out machetes from their waists.

Swinging the machetes forcefully, they chopped down towards Shen Feng's shoulder.

Shen Feng paid no attention.

Upon hearing Black Ghost's words, Xu Dong, who was being stepped on by Sun Feihu, initially felt a surge of hope, but seeing what was happening before him, he knew that even though Shen Feng might have some skills, he would probably die under the machetes.

"You dead beggar, so you've been hiding your true capabilities! But, you could have suffered less, truly a man who likes to ask for trouble..."

Sun Wei's voice suddenly stopped in his throat; his eyes bulged enormously, as if they would fall out of their sockets.

In the still of the night, the sounds "crack! crack!" could be heard.

The two men's machetes had successfully sliced through Shen Feng's shirtsleeves, but the moment they made contact with his shoulder.

Sun Wei and the others saw sparks as if sprayed from Shen Feng's shoulder, the two machetes broke apart.

Clutching the broken machetes, the two men who had swung at Shen Feng were utterly dumbfounded. What on earth was going on? Was this beggar impervious to knives?

They had swung the machetes with all their might just now, and the blades had snapped?

They were not in a world of martial arts! They were in the real world! How could such a thing happen?

The body of the Immortal Emperor Shen Feng, although chaotic and in disarray, could not be harmed by mere machetes; otherwise, his body of the Immortal Emperor would be too worthless.

Hands came together.

He gripped Black Ghost's fist and squeezed hard.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

A series of fine bone-crushing sounds echoed, and a scream of utter agony came from Black Ghost's throat, "Ah!"

Shen Feng released his palm, and Black Ghost's fist bones were seen to be crushed into powder. He bent over, his face covered with an expression of pain, and as the saying goes, every finger is connected to the heart; he couldn't stop wailing from his throat.

Shen Feng's gaze settled on the two men who had swung their knives at him, and he said indifferently, "I've always been fair in my dealings. You each took a chop at me, just let me punch you once and we'll be even."

"One chop for one punch, I'm really someone with a soft heart."