"Hah! Begging for death? Let's grant his wish!" A burly youth lunged, fist aimed at Qin Chen's face. Beside him, another teen lashed a vicious kick toward Qin Chen's groin—a strike designed to cripple his manhood.
"Young Master Chen, watch out!" Lin Tian and Zhang Ying shouted, too late to intervene.
But instead of collapsing, Qin Chen pivoted like flowing water. His elbow slammed into the burly youth's chest while his right leg snapped upward.
Crunch!
The groin-kicking attacker howled, collapsing as if his pelvis had imploded. The burly youth gagged, clutching his shattered sternum. Qin Chen spun, a backhanded slap sending the third lackey sprawling.
"You dare strike my men?!" Wei Zhen's face twisted. "Last time, I went easy. Now I'll break every bone!"
His fingers shot forward like venomous fangs—the Heavenly Evil Finger Technique, a Yellow-tier skill. "This strike will leave you bleeding in the dirt!" Wei Zhen cackled.
Yet Qin Chen's hand clamped his wrist like iron. A knee drove into Wei Zhen's gut, hurling him backward.
"Trash." Qin Chen's disdain stung deeper than the blow.
Wei Zhen roared, veins bulging as crimson energy swirled around him—bloodline power awakening prematurely. "Raging Bull Charge!" His fist, wreathed in bloody light, aimed to crush Qin Chen's skull.
Lin Tian and Zhang Ying lunged, but Qin Chen's foot lashed upward—
Thud!
The kick connected with Wei Zhen's groin. A sickening pop echoed. Wei Zhen folded like paper, screeching as tears and snot streamed down his face.
The crowd winced, legs instinctively tightening.
"Y-You bastard…!" Wei Zhen wheezed, staggering up for another reckless charge.
Qin Chen's foot snapped out again—
Crunch!
The same devastating impact. Wei Zhen crumpled, whimpering like a gutted animal.