Chapter Fifty-Nine: Struck by Five Thunders

“A master of the third rank?” Qin Feng arched an eyebrow. “I’m rather curious to see just who this formidable figure is.”

“Fine! Since you’re so desperate to die, don’t blame me for what happens!” Liu Yuanhang sneered maliciously.

He had already sent word to his uncle earlier—by now, the man should be arriving any moment. Once his uncle showed up, Qin Feng would surely beg for mercy on his knees!

But Qin Feng paid Liu Yuanhang no mind, continuing to deal with Liu Jun.

Moments later, Liu Jun lay sprawled on the ground, wailing in agony.

“You little bastard, get out of here!” Liu Yuanhang glared at Qin Feng with venom in his eyes, shrieking hysterically.

Qin Feng glanced at him coldly. “You and your son—one tried to kill me, and the other even sent an assassin after me.”

“But it doesn’t matter. I told you before: sooner or later, I’ll take your lives with my own hands.”

Liu Yuanhang’s heart skipped a beat at these words. What Qin Feng said was true—he had been involved in both incidents. Qin Feng would inevitably seek vengeance.

At this thought, Liu Yuanhang’s expression shifted uncertainly, torn between fleeing and staying.

Qin Feng’s gaze grew colder. Without a word, he suddenly seized Liu Yuanhang by the collar.

A tremendous force yanked Liu Yuanhang forward; he pitched helplessly toward Qin Feng, his face drained of color. “What… what are you doing? Let me go!” he cried in panic.

He struggled, but it was useless. He couldn’t escape Qin Feng’s grip.

Without hesitation, Qin Feng lifted him up, then drove his knee hard into Liu Yuanhang’s groin.

A guttural cry tore from Liu Yuanhang’s throat as he doubled over in agony, his face twisted in a rictus of pain, sweat beading on his forehead like pearls.

Qin Feng had no interest in his fate. With a casual flick, he tossed Liu Yuanhang aside like refuse, then turned to face Liu Jun.

“Don’t come any closer! Don’t do anything rash! If you lay a finger on me, you’ll never get out of here alive!” Liu Jun was terrified, stumbling backward, desperately invoking his elder brother’s name in hopes of intimidating Qin Feng.

“You’re right. I really shouldn’t kill you,” Qin Feng nodded solemnly.

Liu Jun was momentarily stunned, then secretly delighted, thinking Qin Feng was intimidated at last.

But Qin Feng’s next words left him dumbstruck.

Qin Feng crouched down slowly, gripping Liu Jun’s throat with his left hand, while his right hand whipped up and struck Liu Jun’s ugly mouth with a resounding slap.

The crisp echo of the blow rang out again, sending a chill through everyone present.

A pitiful whimper escaped Liu Jun as his teeth flew from his mouth, one by one scattering across the floor.

“You…”

Rage and despair welled up in Liu Jun’s chest; his throat gurgled, but not a single word came out.

Qin Feng rose to his feet, dusted off his hands, and sneered, “I, Qin Feng, have never been a virtuous man. If you provoke me, you’ll pay the price.”

With that, he swung his right arm and punched Liu Jun squarely in the chest.

A sharp crack of bone resounded. Liu Jun’s body curled up like a shrimp, his frame convulsing.

Qin Feng let go, allowing Liu Jun to collapse limply to the floor.

Now, Liu Jun was wracked with unbearable pain, his face flushed a dark, purplish hue, gasping for air like a drowning man on the verge of death.

“Stop right there!”

Suddenly, a thunderous shout erupted from afar, accompanied by the rush of air.

A figure streaked across the sky like lightning, heading straight for Qin Feng.

Qin Feng frowned slightly, turning to face the oncoming figure, his guard up.

This was none other than the uncle Liu Yuanhang had mentioned—the true powerhouse of the Liu family: Liu Zhengyang.

Liu Zhengyang was a towering man, muscles coiled with power. His face was grim, eyes bulging with fury, an aura radiating from him that made the air tremble—a man on the verge of rage.

“Young man, you’ve got some nerve, daring to harm members of the Liu family!” Liu Zhengyang bellowed, his voice booming like thunder.

Qin Feng’s lips curled into a cold smile. Facing Liu Zhengyang’s oppressive presence, he showed no fear—instead, fighting spirit burned in his eyes.

“It was your family who provoked me first. I’m only repaying like with like.”

“Hmph! Twisting words won’t save you! Today, I’ll show you what happens to those who cross the Liu family!”

Liu Zhengyang, driven beyond reason, lunged forward like a furious lion, hurtling toward Qin Feng.

Qin Feng sidestepped nimbly, effortlessly dodging Liu Zhengyang’s attack, then countered with a punch, wind howling from his fist as it cut through the air toward his opponent.

“A mere third-rank martial artist dares to act arrogant before me?”

Liu Zhengyang snorted, meeting the punch head-on.

The two fists collided, unleashing a deafening boom—shockwaves exploded outward, swirling dust and leaves in their wake.

Liu Zhengyang’s body swayed slightly, while Qin Feng, using the momentum, retreated several steps before regaining his balance.

“Interesting,” Liu Zhengyang muttered, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He hadn’t expected this young man to possess such strength—able to meet his attack without faltering.

“The real show is only just beginning,” Qin Feng said, a faint smile playing at his lips. He activated the Five Spirits Technique to its utmost, true energy surging through his veins in a mighty torrent.

“Five Thunder Fists!”

With a low shout, Qin Feng sprang forward, no longer holding back—unleashing the full force of the Five Thunder Fists.

Each punch thundered through the air, the impact so intense it made even the sky tremble.

Liu Zhengyang’s expression grew grave. He could feel the terrifying power packed into each of Qin Feng’s blows—this was not an opponent to be underestimated.

Drawing a deep breath, Liu Zhengyang summoned all his true energy, bracing himself for Qin Feng’s onslaught.

Once again, the two clashed, fists whistling through the air.

Every collision sent a chill through the onlookers’ hearts.

The crowd had already retreated to a safe distance, afraid of being caught up in the maelstrom.

As time passed, the battle only intensified.

Relying on the ferocity of the Five Thunder Fists, Qin Feng fought Liu Zhengyang to a standstill—their strength evenly matched, neither gaining the upper hand.

But just as their struggle reached its peak, a sudden shift occurred.

In a flash, Liu Zhengyang’s figure blurred, vanishing like a phantom, only to reappear behind Qin Feng—his palm lashing out to strike at the vulnerable spot on Qin Feng’s back.

The move caught everyone off guard—even Qin Feng’s heart jolted in alarm.

Yet his reaction was swift; he twisted aside just in time, narrowly dodging Liu Zhengyang’s sneak attack.

“What a cunning old fox!” Qin Feng cursed inwardly, his vigilance pushed to the limit.

As expected, Liu Zhengyang didn’t relent after his failed ambush—instead, his attacks grew fiercer.

Utilizing his vast combat experience and powerful inner strength, he relentlessly pressed Qin Feng, probing for a weakness to deliver a fatal blow.

Yet Qin Feng remained unflustered in the face of this ferocity. He drew a deep breath, channeling the Five Spirits Technique once more, concentrating all his true energy into his fists for a counterattack.

“Heaven-shattering Thunder!”

With a thunderous cry, Qin Feng leapt high into the air, both fists raised, then brought them crashing down.

Two lightning-like fists tore through the sky, hurtling toward Liu Zhengyang with the force of devastation.

As the fists struck the shield before him, a resounding boom shook the air.

The shield shattered instantly, fragments flying in all directions.

Liu Zhengyang staggered back, reeling beneath the assault, his face pale as death, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

“This… how is this possible?” Liu Zhengyang stared at Qin Feng, disbelief etched across his face. Never had he encountered such a formidable young man.