With Such Pitiful Strength, You Dare to Act So Boldly? (3100+)

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Boom!!

A dull explosion rang out.

In the club, one of the coaches, Chen Dong, was sent flying several meters by a punch, rolling on the ground twice.

The sudden change shocked everyone, including the other students practicing boxing and the front desk staff.

Eyes wide, they looked at the person who had entered. The newcomer was about 182 cm tall, wearing a blue denim jacket and pants, and appeared to be around 27 or 28 years old.

He had a lean build, a crew cut, high cheekbones, and sharp eyes.

"With this kind of strength, you dare teach boxing? Tch, you're not even as good as the old women dancing on the streets."

The lean young man sneered, slowly retracting his punching stance.

It was clear that his fists had thick, dark calluses, and his arms were noticeably longer than most people's.

Seeing this, Wang Cheng's face darkened, and Lin Hao, who had come out from the break room after hearing the noise, also narrowed his eyes.

They initially thought the person was just a student coming to practice boxing, but it turned out he was a troublemaker here to cause a scene.

"What do you mean by that?" 

Wang Cheng, catching Lin Hao's look, walked up with a serious expression.

Behind him, Chen Fei, helped by others, had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his face pale, and was slowly getting up.

"I mean nothing." 

The lean young man raised his chin and looked at Wang Cheng with mockery. "I just felt like having a sparring match."

"But I didn't expect you guys to be so weak. One punch and you're done."

"What's the matter? Is it wrong to point out weakness?"

As soon as these words fell, tension filled the air.

Wang Cheng, already known for his fiery temper, could no longer hold back his anger. He lunged forward with a swift step, aiming a knee strike.

Boom!!

With a loud thud, Wang Cheng's knee was forcefully blocked by the young man's palm.

The sound reverberated in everyone's ears. They looked on in surprise as the lean young man held Wang Cheng's attack with one hand, then raised his left arm to throw a punch.

Boom!

With swift steps, Wang Cheng was knocked back by the punch, sliding several meters across the floor.

His face turned red, and he could taste the blood rising in his throat. Lin Hao quickly supported him, but Wang Cheng gritted his teeth and forced it down.

"Professional level two? Is this all you've got?"

Looking down at the opponent, the lean young man sneered again.

By this point, even the slowest students had begun to realize something was wrong—they could tell this person came to cause trouble.

Expressions varied among the crowd—some were hesitant, others suspicious. After all, their coach had been easily defeated, and as students, they couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. It made them question if their training fees were worth it.

"I don't know who gave you the courage, but with this kind of strength, you dare teach boxing?"

"I think you should just close down and save yourselves from embarrassing yourselves further."

The lean young man continued mocking them, causing Wang Cheng to flare up with rage, ready to rush forward.

Tap, tap!

At that moment, steady footsteps rang out, and a solid hand was placed on his shoulder.

Wang Cheng was shocked to find that he couldn't move at all.

Turning his head, a massive figure appeared beside him, exuding a suffocating pressure.

"Fengzi," Lin Hao spoke with concern.

He hadn't fully understood the background of the lean young man, nor had he figured out his power level. But he knew that anyone who dared to come and cause trouble with Chen Feng here must have some serious backing.

"Ah, so your big master is out now?"

The lean young man looked at Chen Feng, his expression becoming slightly more restrained, though his mocking tone remained unchanged.

Boom!!

A dull thud sounded as the large figure shot out like a bullet, leaving behind a blur of motion, and appeared in front of the lean young man within a few meters.

With an expression of cold indifference, Chen Feng clenched his fists and didn't waste any time with words.

Boom!!

Fist collided with fist. The force of 500 kilograms in the strike easily surpassed any so-called professional peak.

The shockwave from the impact was immense, and everyone held their breath.

But to their surprise, the lean young man remained standing, unmoving.

"Is this all you've got?" he mocked, his arm muscles suddenly tensing.

A burst of white light shot from his palm, forcing Chen Feng to take a step back.

Looking down, Chen Feng saw strands of white energy trying to seep into his pores. His face remained impassive as he looked up at the young man.

"Dirty tricks?"

"Guess you have an eye for that."

Crack!

Boom!

With a sudden fist, all the energy was shattered by Chen Feng's overwhelming power.

The pressure in the air intensified as Chen Feng coldly glared at the opponent.

Sensing something was wrong, the lean young man frowned slightly. Before he could react, Chen Feng had already disappeared from his original spot and appeared right in front of him.

The veins in his arms bulged, and his muscles surged like flowing water.

He punched again, and a burst of white energy exploded, temporarily halting the young man's breathing.

The lean young man felt a chill run through him, immediately twisting his body and retreating like a monkey, widening the distance.

Whoosh!!

The punch missed, but the whirlwind generated by it swept across the area, making the nearby students feel as though they couldn't breathe and freezing in place.

"Such power."

His tone had become serious, no longer carrying the cocky attitude from before. The lean young man dodged the punch and launched a counterattack with his elbow.

Chen Feng's eyes remained cold and unrelenting.

Smack!

The force exploded, and the lean young man crossed his arms in front of his chest, feeling a tremendous force coming at him, but unable to completely block it.

Tap, tap!

Taking a step back, the young man tried to maneuver and fight at a distance.

The next second, the tiger came roaring out of the mountain, its roar reverberating through the air.

Roar!!

The sound of the tiger's roar, resonating through muscles and bones, was deafening. It shook the entire club.

Focus returned to the scene, and the white energy dissipated, while Chen Feng's powerful right arm smashed into the lean young man's chest with such force that he was sent flying backward, crashing through the glass door.

Boom!!

The sound of the door shattering and glass flying everywhere echoed through the room.

Outside in the corridor, people gathered, and bystanders gasped in horror, either screaming or backing away in fear.

Chen Feng looked around, his sharp senses picking out a familiar figure leaving the crowd and quietly returning to the Dongling Boxing Gym across the street.

Whispers began to spread. In a 100-meter radius, everything became crystal clear, as if it was right in front of them.

At that moment, noticing the malicious intent, Chen Feng's gaze turned cold.

He immediately stepped forward, dragging the half-unconscious lean young man with him, heading straight for the Dongling Boxing Gym.

"What the hell is he doing?"

"Is he that mad? No, wait, it looks like he's heading for the Dongling Boxing Gym!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, but no one dared to stop him. People quickly moved aside, giving way.

In the club, Lin Hao and the others snapped out of their shock, realizing what had happened, and quickly followed.

In the blink of an eye, the entire mall had its attention drawn to them.

The first to fourth floors were filled with people noticing the commotion, some rushing upstairs, others stopping to peer over the railings.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The Dongling Boxing Gym had already noticed something was off. A middle-aged coach stood at the door with more than ten disciples, their expressions grave.

"Did you invite him here?"

Chen Feng asked coldly, and the lean young man, dragged along, had blood dripping from his mouth and was murmuring something about monsters and divine strength.

"What does this have to do with us?"

The middle-aged coach's eyelids twitched as he quickly countered, "Friend, you're not trying to frame us, are you?"

The crowd looked on with varying expressions, and some began to side with the middle-aged coach, looking at Chen Feng with suspicion.

"Frame you?" 

The malicious intent grew in Chen Feng's senses, and he suddenly smiled.

The middle-aged coach frowned, while the two men standing beside him, along with the disciples, were also confused.

The next second.

Boom!!!

A headbutt!

A dull crash rang out, and the middle-aged coach saw stars. He felt like he had been hit by a hammer, his forehead swelling and turning red as he staggered backward.

"You dare lay your hands on me?"

"You're seeking death!!"

The two men on either side of him—one in a short-sleeved shirt and the other an old boxing master—reacted the fastest. Anger and shock flashed across their faces, and they both rushed to attack.

The first one threw a punch like a dragon or serpent, creating a terrifying momentum as it slammed forward.

The second one transformed his fingers into claws, resembling a soaring eagle, with powerful energy flashing.

Boom!!

The sound of fists meeting flesh was extremely dull, causing everyone's hearts to jump.

The punch landed on the head, and the claws struck the chest, but oddly enough, as they followed the trajectory, Chen Feng remained motionless, with no sign of injury on his body despite the attacks.

"This—!"

"Strengthening Technique?"

The two looked at each other with suspicion. The next second, a tiger's roar echoed.

"Scram!!"

Chen Feng's body trembled, and immense power erupted!

Suddenly, the two of them changed their expressions drastically and retreated a few steps.

The other disciples around them regained their senses. Some, with more courage, tried to attack together, hoping to suppress Chen Feng and give their masters a chance.

But before they could even get close…

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!

Charged punches and whip-like strikes.

Figures shot out, heavy fists smashing into their faces. Seven or eight people were sent flying in all directions, crashing into everything in their path.

Clatter! The glass around the boxing gym shattered, and the pedestrians around were horrified.

The middle-aged coach, who had been dizzy, regained his bearings and saw the scene, his face turning red with anger.

"This is too much!"

He shouted, stabilizing his body, muscles wriggling as he lunged forward like a snake.

Without dodging, Chen Feng gathered his power, his legs sinking like a red tiger in a crouch, his bones cracking as the tiger's roar filled the air.

Roar!!

It was as if a fierce tiger had descended from the mountains, unstoppable.

Boom!!

Fist collided with fist.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking rang out. The middle-aged coach slid backward and crashed into a sandbag, barely stopping.

The other two's faces turned ugly. They suppressed their fear and charged forward, trying to save face for the gym.

The two attacks came from either side. Chen Feng took a deep breath, his arm muscles shifting, as if stones were rolling. His arms became even thicker.

Veins bulged, and power gathered.

A 60% increase in his explosive fist—is more than enough!

Boom!!

The fists collided with the palms, and the claw technique was shattered.

Whether it was the short-sleeve man or the grizzled old boxer.

Their faces changed drastically. They felt a surge of brute force, their muscles becoming numb, on the verge of snapping.

Then, with two more loud thuds.

The two figures were sent flying, blood dripping from the corners of their mouths, crashing heavily to the ground.

The atmosphere was dead silent, a chaotic mess.

The remaining disciples stood frozen, fear in their eyes, too scared to intervene, standing amidst the glass shards.

The middle-aged coach's face turned pale, while the pedestrians nearby were wide-eyed, feeling like the imposing figure of Chen Feng was a descending tiger, their hearts heavy with fear.

Finally, in the silent atmosphere, Chen Feng glanced coldly at the middle-aged coach, who was holding his right arm in pain, looking disheveled from a distance.

"I'm trying to frame you? Slandering you?"

"With your pitiful strength, do you think yourself worthy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the coach's face turned white and then quickly flushed red.

Pfft! He suddenly spat blood, swaying and stumbling, barely supported by a disciple nearby.

Then, Chen Feng turned and stepped over the bodies of the unconscious disciples.

As his figure passed by, Wang Cheng, standing behind, already showed an expression of deep admiration, instinctively impressed by Chen Feng's prowess.

Among the other trainees, Zhuang Xiaoqing's eyes shone with admiration, full of awe.

Li Chengdong, beside her, clenched his fists, feeling excited and moved.

Professional certification?

It seemed that some people didn't need such things to prove themselves.

Their strength was already enough to break through the so-called worldly rules.

Tap! Tap!

Eventually, his steps slowed.

The crowd parted like a tide.

Chen Feng walked calmly, returning to the club as everyone watched.

"I want to sign up!"

"Me too, me too!"

"How can I become a member? I want to train with that coach!"

Half an hour later, at the front desk of Hao Feng Boxing Club.

A long line had formed, with many people clamoring to become club members and train with Chen Feng.

After all, no advertisement could match the power of witnessing something firsthand.

One man against several, and with three professional experts, the battle was decided in just a few moves. This scene had left a deep impression on the pedestrians.

Seeing this, Lin Hao smiled widely.

The front desk staff, Xu Xiaoxiao, was overwhelmed. Zhou Xiaoli had been called in to help, and Wang Cheng, along with the three coaches, had been forced to assist in registering various sign-ups.

"Too awesome, Fengzi."

"You'll be a local celebrity in this mall from now on. Maybe even the martial arts circle around here will hear of you."

Lin Hao smiled as he spoke in the training room. Chen Feng didn't pay much attention to it, as he had already returned here after the "club challenge," and had immediately asked Li Chengdong and Zhuang Xiaoqing to return and continue training.

Perhaps at first, they both had some doubts about his strength.

But now…

They both had shining eyes, listening intently to the training plans, eager to become masters like him.

"By the way, the guy you challenged earlier, you didn't go too far, did you?"

Lin Hao suddenly asked, as the man had been knocked into unconsciousness by a punch to the chest, and he was worried there might have been a serious injury.

"A little lesson, he won't die."

Chen Feng shook his head. He had already reduced his power.

He only used 30% of his explosive fist, less than 700 kilograms of force.

The man clearly had some martial arts background, but compared to Cao Tong, his strength was much weaker.

"Alright, that's good."

"I'll check his background just in case."

Lin Hao nodded and went back to register the sign-ups.

"Coach Chen, are you from a martial arts school?"

During a break from training, Li Chengdong approached, curiosity in his tone.

His voice was noticeably more respectful than before. Chen Feng didn't mind, only raising an eyebrow and asking, "Did you figure it out?"

"Yes, when I was in the army, there was a martial arts expert who served as an instructor, teaching us combat skills."

"The way you feel, it's very similar to him, not the moves, but the aura."

Li Chengdong tried to describe, while Zhuang Xiaoqing remained silent but watched the conversation with curiosity.

"How strong was he?" Chen Feng asked.

"Very strong, once he shattered a sandbag with one punch."

He paused and added, "But I feel like he might not be as strong as you, Coach Chen."

After taking a deep look at the guy, Chen Feng knew he was intentionally flattering him to get closer.

It was only natural, and he simply nodded in acknowledgment before continuing to guide the two in their training.

Gradually, night fell.

After the training session ended, and after eating dinner at the club, Chen Feng stepped downstairs, preparing to leave the mall.

"Coach Chen, are you going home? Let me give you a ride?"

Zhuang Xiaoqing, who was about to leave the parking lot, was sitting in the back seat of a Feichi-brand sedan, her black hair flowing down, dressed in a light-colored long dress that gave off an intellectual beauty.

Chen Feng glanced at the driver, a well-built man in a suit, his waist bulging with a gun, clearly a bodyguard as well as a driver.

He gently shook his head, politely declining her offer.

"Alright, Coach Chen, see you tomorrow."

Smiling and waving, Zhuang Xiaoqing signaled for the driver to leave.

Watching the tail lights fade into the distance, Chen Feng's expression remained calm.

He took out his phone and called for a ride-sharing car.

"Chen Feng!"

Suddenly, a voice called out from behind.

Chen Feng was slightly surprised, turning his head.

A thin girl, under 1.6 meters tall, wearing thick glasses and her shoulder-length hair pinned up with a hair clip, was walking toward him.

Her white cartoon-patterned T-shirt was covered by a long-sleeved shirt.

"Wang Hanwen?"

Chen Feng didn't expect to run into her here.

"What a coincidence, didn't expect to meet you here."

"I was just having dinner with some colleagues nearby, and we were taking a walk to digest."

She explained, pointing behind her, smiling brightly.

Chen Feng glanced over and saw two young women waiting by the shared bicycles, clearly her colleagues.

They looked him up and down, curiosity mixed with surprise.

"By the way, did you change jobs?"

"I went to the supermarket you worked at yesterday, but they said you had already quit."

"How's your new job? Is everything going well?"

Wang Hanwen asked with curiosity. Chen Feng nodded, saying it was fine, without giving much explanation.

Noticing he didn't want to talk more, Wang Hanwen understood and nodded.

"Alright, I'll go now. Chen Feng, take care on your way back."

"Bye."

After saying this, she waved and turned to join her waiting colleagues.

Though she was walking farther away, Chen Feng could still hear their playful voices in his mind.

"Xiaowen, is this your boyfriend?"

"No, he's just a classmate."

"He's so tall and strong, looks really reassuring. Can you introduce him to me?"

Shaking his head, Chen Feng withdrew his gaze.

Soon, his ride arrived, and he left the mall.

The talent orb from his dream was still unclaimed, but tonight, everything was in perfect condition.

(End of the Chapter)

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