Chapter 160: Cotton Sweet Punch

Faced with Bu Jinglong’s unfunny joke, Qin Tian felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps instantly broke out all over his body.

To make matters worse, the lighting in the room was remarkably dim, creating the tense atmosphere often found in movies right before a man-eating monster makes its move.

Could this fellow actually be a cannibal?

"Your master, Old Kong, and I can hardly be called friends. We are more like enemies," Bu Jinglong said, sucking on his fingers after finishing the fish.

"Huh?" Qin Tian was startled. Enemies? Wouldn't that mean he was a dead man walking?

"Don't be scared. We used to be, but we probably aren't anymore," Bu Jinglong comforted him.

Despite these reassuring words, Qin Tian remained terrified. He just wanted Bu Jinglong to finish talking so he could get out of this haunted place.

"In this world, apart from myself, the person I respect the most is that old man."

"His skill at bragging is unrivaled under heaven!" Bu Jinglong declared.

"Ha?" Qin Tian was momentarily stunned. Was Old Kong really that fond of boasting?

Although Qin Tian had previously listened to Old Kong tell all sorts of stories about immortals and ghosts—even claiming he was sworn brothers with the Bull Demon King and that the Monkey King had to address him as elder brother—Qin Tian had simply dismissed them as the ramblings of a drunk old man.

Judging by this, however, Old Kong had certainly left quite a deep impression on people, though not a particularly pleasant one.

"I brought you here for no other reason than to test something," Bu Jinglong said.

"Test? Test what?" Qin Tian asked.

"This!" Bu Jinglong raised a fist the size of a sand-cooking pot right in front of Qin Tian.

Qin Tian swallowed hard. Was Bu Jinglong actually thinking of sparring with him?

"You use that move, and I'll use this one. I want to see whether my current level can break through that technique!" Bu Jinglong said.

"Which move?" Qin Tian asked, completely baffled.

"That move, of course!" Bu Jinglong replied.

"Which move is 'that move'?" Qin Tian asked for the second time.

"That move is just that move!" Bu Jinglong said impatiently.

"How am I supposed to know which move you mean if you don't name it?" Qin Tian felt thoroughly depressed.

"I don't know the name! But I know that since you are his successor, you definitely know that move!" Bu Jinglong asserted.

Qin Tian covered his face in despair. They were truly talking at cross-purposes; was Bu Jinglong actually a bit slow-witted?

"I'm attacking!" As soon as he said this, Bu Jinglong threw a punch straight at Qin Tian.

Frightened out of his wits, Qin Tian turned around and bolted!

Damn it all! Bu Jinglong's fist was as large as a mortar, and if that thing landed, it would be no different from being struck by a sledgehammer!

If he got hit by that monstrosity, he would either die or be turned into an idiot!

"Don't run! Use that move!" Bu Jinglong shouted.

"How the hell am I supposed to know which move you're talking about!" Qin Tian thought Bu Jinglong was truly one of a kind.

Bu Jinglong stood his ground, fell silent for a moment, and then spoke.

"I don't know the name of the move, but you definitely know it. It's the one where I hit you, but you don't feel any pain."

"Huh?" Qin Tian was taken aback. There was such a move? Why had he never heard of it?

Old Kong had never taught him anything like that! Furthermore, there seemed to be no mention of it in The Book. What kind of technique was this?

A move where you don't feel pain when hit? Where on earth was there such an overpowered technique?

If such a thing truly existed, wouldn't he be invincible under heaven?

"Here I come! Hurry up and use that move!" Bu Jinglong yelled as he charged forward again.

"I really don't know which move you mean!" Terrified, Qin Tian started running for his life once more.

And thus, a very bizarre scene unfolded in the villa's living room: Qin Tian fled wildly in front, while Bu Jinglong pursued him furiously with a fist the size of a mortar held high.

After chasing him for a while, Bu Jinglong finally stopped, looking as though he was out of breath.

"Do you... really not know that move?" Bu Jinglong asked, panting slightly.

"I don't! I've never even heard of it!" Qin Tian answered decisively.

"Impossible! You must know it!" Bu Jinglong insisted.

Damn it! Qin Tian was rendered speechless once again. Was the man trying to force an honest person into prostitution? He genuinely didn't know it! He truly didn't have a clue!

"Come over here!" Bu Jinglong beckoned to Qin Tian.

Qin Tian shook his head vehemently, terrified that the moment he stepped forward, Bu Jinglong's giant fist would come crashing down on him.

"Get over here! I won't hit you!" Bu Jinglong promised.

"No, no, no!" Qin Tian continued to shake his head.

"Then watch closely! I'll show you which move it is!" Saying this, Bu Jinglong straightened up and began demonstrating the technique for Qin Tian.

"Look here! Like this, like this, and then like this! Did you see clearly?" Bu Jinglong asked, looking at Qin Tian.

What on earth was that? Qin Tian rubbed his head, completely unable to make sense of whatever form Bu Jinglong had just performed.

"Sigh, actually I don't quite understand it either. It probably goes like this and then like that. Shall we give it a try?" With that, Bu Jinglong raised his fist and closed in on Qin Tian again.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!" Qin Tian retreated hastily.

"Just let me try. I want to see if the power of my technique has improved. Since I can't find that damned old man, I have no choice but to take it out on you, his disciple," Bu Jinglong said.

And so, the two of them engaged in another round of chase through the living room until both were exhausted and slumped on the floor.

"Just let me land one punch," Bu Jinglong panted heavily.

"No way!" Qin Tian shook his head vigorously. Are you kidding me? If he got struck even once by that giant fist of Bu Jinglong's, would he still be in one piece?

"Then don't blame me! Men, come in!" Bu Jinglong abruptly summoned a group of people into the room, intending to subdue Qin Tian by force!

How could Qin Tian allow himself to be captured and turned into Bu Jinglong's experimental guinea pig?

He put up a desperate struggle, dodging left and right across the living room, and somehow managed to evade their grasp.

Click.

Suddenly, Qin Tian heard a mechanical sound. Turning his head, he saw the pitch-black barrel of a firearm pointing directly at him.

Qin Tian swallowed hard. There was no way they were playing dirty like this, right? They were actually bringing out the heavy hardware!

"Running away? Going to keep running?" Bu Jinglong walked up to Qin Tian with a grinning expression.

"Wait a minute!" Qin Tian suddenly let out a loud cry, startling Bu Jinglong.

"What is it?" Bu Jinglong frowned.

"I think I remember it," Qin Tian said.

"Remember what?" Bu Jinglong asked.

"That move!"

"Which move?"

"The one you were talking about, of course!"

"The name of that move must be the Cotton Sweet-Sweet Fist!" Qin Tian blurted out suddenly.

"Huh? The Cotton Sweet-Sweet Fist?" This time, it was Bu Jinglong's turn to freeze in astonishment. Back in the day, Old Kong had actually used this to keep him in check? He had actually been defeated by a technique with such a bizarre name?

"I learned this move! After learning it, my resistance to beatings is off the charts! Come on, hit me all you want!" Puffing out his chest, Qin Tian stood before Bu Jinglong, bracing himself for the blows.

Bu Jinglong narrowed his eyes. Without another word, he threw a punch straight at Qin Tian, landing squarely on his stomach.

At that exact moment, a startling phenomenon occurred!

Bu Jinglong's fist felt as though it had struck a mass of cotton, and the force behind his blow was completely neutralized!