The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 645: Returning the Punch_1

Chapter 645: Chapter 645: Returning the Punch_1

"Hahahaha, you little brat, you really think you’re something special?"

"How could I, Wang Hu, survive this long in the underworld if I were nothing but an empty name?!"

"With this punch, I’ve used the Blood-Burning Secret Technique and can unleash power twice my own; even a Third-Grade Grandmaster like you can’t possibly block it!"

Wang Hu exhaled two streams of white breath, looking at the motionless dust with a smug smile on his face.

The underlings surrounding them, seeing this, also began to cheer for their boss one after another.

"Not so strong, huh?"

"Can’t even withstand a single punch from my boss, what a fool!"

"An overconfident fool wanting to challenge our boss one on one, seeking death!"

The onlookers showed a variety of expressions, some surprised, some frightened.

They all doubted that Ning Fan could possibly have survived that punch.

Just then, a faint chuckle suddenly came through the dust.

"Your punch is weak, your speed too slow. How do you plan to kill me?"

The voice wasn’t loud, yet instantly it drew the eyes of everyone there.

Whether the watching crowd or the henchmen, including Wang Hu, everyone’s gaze focused on the center of the dust.

"My God... that kid couldn’t still be alive, could he?"

"That punch could’ve even killed a large elephant, how could a human withstand it?"

"Incredible, this kid must not be human!"

People were abuzz with discussion, and the cameras on their phones were all aimed at the dust.

"Disperse."

Ning Fan’s indifferent voice wafted from within the dust.

As if his words were an edict, the slowly drifting dust was abruptly suppressed, revealing the scene at the center to everyone’s eyes.

Ning Fan, with his hands clasped behind his back, was unharmed, as if the fearsome punch from moments ago had had no effect on him at all.

"How is that possible?"

Wang Hu’s eyes were wide with shock, wondering if he was hallucinating.

Even a Third-Grade Grandmaster would not be uninjured if he tried to block that punch!

What level of cultivation does this kid have?!

Under everyone’s gaze, Ning Fan raised his right fist, with a faint smile on his face.

"You’ve thrown three punches at me. To be fair, one punch from me should suffice."

"Are you ready?"

Without waiting for Wang Hu to react, Ning Fan took a step forward and hurled a punch toward Wang Hu’s chest.

Watching the fist growing larger in his vision, Wang Hu felt only the looming threat of death getting closer.

Years of life-or-death fighting had honed his reactions so that even now, he managed to gather all his strength into his chest.

The area where he was about to be hit turned instantly as solid as metal, impenetrable to blades and guns!

"I’ve cultivated Hard Qigong for decades; now I’ve even mastered the top defensive martial arts technique, Iron Cloth Shirt!"

"I refuse to believe your punch can defeat me!"

Wang Hu’s eyes were filled with rage, and he let out a low growl from his throat as he collided head-on with Ning Fan’s fist.

Boom!

The next moment, Wang Hu was sent flying backward, like a kite with its string cut, crashing forcibly to the ground outside the crowd.

The ground immediately caved into a huge pit, with cracks spreading out like spiderwebs in all directions.

Wang Hu lay at the bottom of the pit, spewing out mouthfuls of blood, eyes filled with shock and confusion.

He was a Body Tempering Grandmaster in Hard Qigong, and he had just used a defensive martial art he had practiced for many years. Bullets couldn’t pierce through him!

Yet, he had been utterly defeated by a punch from Ning Fan, which seemed light and careless!

Why was this kid’s strength so much greater than his own, leaving him no chance to defend, even for an instant?

Wang Hu’s henchmen stood dumbfounded, frozen in place, unable to recover for a long while.

In their hearts, Wang Hu was an invincible symbol, a war god to his numerous followers!

But today, the war god had fallen!

"Wang Hu actually lost..."

"Incredible, this young man has such formidable strength!"

"Too awesome! Quickly upload the video, it’s sure to go viral today!"

Ning Fan walked slowly out from the crowd, standing still beside the pit, glancing at Wang Hu, and said lightly, "Tell He Shan, if there’s a next time, don’t blame me for not showing mercy."

Having said that, he drifted away, and in an instant, disappeared from everyone’s sight.

Wang Hu, supported by his subordinates, couldn’t shake his alarm and had them take him back to tend to his wounds.

After bandaging the wounds, Wang Hu finally let out a sigh of relief and had a henchman bring over his phone.

He needed to ask He Shan for clarity about this kid named Ning Fan and his background.

With such abilities at such a young age, he was definitely not a nobody!

Before he could make the call, a henchman suddenly ran over in a panic, holding a phone.

"Boss, something’s gone wrong! Someone’s uploaded your video online!"

Wang Hu’s pupils shrank as he snatched the phone from the henchman.

It was a video, probably taken by someone in the crowd.

In the video, his own impressive barrage of punches was recorded, showcasing his domineering presence.

But the sight of him being beaten by Ning Fan’s single punch, bloodied and beaten, was also captured.

The comment section was filled with mockery.

"This guy’s name is Wang Hu, right?"

"Heard he’s a bigshot in the underworld, what a joke."

"Got sent flying with just one punch, and he still dares call himself a bigshot?"

"I heard this guy was pretty strong, looks like he’s just all talk."

"I’m from the Martial Alliance, Wang Hu has always wanted to join the Martial Alliance leadership, but now it seems he’s all show."

"With that kind of performance, wanting to join the Martial Alliance leadership? More like he belongs in the Beggars’ Alliance Leadership!"

There were even more biting comments that, due to their sharpness, had been blocked by the officials.

But just these comments were enough to break Wang Hu.

"Damn it!"

He crushed the phone in his hand, his eyes nearly spitting fire.

If it had just been a loss, it wouldn’t be such a big deal.

But now, with the video being spread widely, he could forget about joining the Martial Alliance leadership for the rest of his life!