Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Modest Display of Skill (Second Update)

In this world, there are always some people who, relying on their connections, believe they can do whatever they please. Little do they realize their ignorance has brought endless trouble to their own fathers, mothers, grandfathers, grandmothers, uncles, aunts, and cousins. If anyone happens to be related to such a person, misfortune is all but certain; you would never know how many misdeeds have been committed in your name by someone else.

Lin Zhiyong was just such a man, emboldened by the fact that his father, Shen Mingfei, served as the Party Secretary of the city. Normally, he did as he pleased, running wild with impunity. After all, if anything went wrong, once people discovered he was Shen Mingfei's son, they'd swallow their grievances and endure the injustice, thinking it wiser to give him face than to make trouble.

Qin Tian suspected that Lin Zhiyong had only managed to become a traffic cop because his father Shen Mingfei had pulled no small number of strings behind the scenes.

“Since you’ve already smashed my car, why are you still blocking my way?” Qin Tian asked.

“Beating you up is the only way to vent my anger,” Lin Zhiyong licked his lips.

“You really are overbearing, aren’t you?” Qin Tian sneered.

“If you want someone to blame, blame yourself. A person like me is simply beyond your ability to provoke,” Lin Zhiyong declared with unbridled arrogance.

“Oh? I can’t provoke you?” Qin Tian laughed, amused.

Who did Lin Zhiyong think he was? Some kind of deity? At this point, Qin Tian had nothing—no relatives, no friends, no ties to speak of. He had nothing to lose; why should he fear a privileged brat like Lin Zhiyong? Status and connections meant nothing to him—whoever crossed him would simply have to pay the price.

“I advise you, don’t overestimate yourself, and don’t look down on others,” Qin Tian offered with genuine goodwill.

“And who are you to lecture me? Do you want me to hold you in high regard?” Lin Zhiyong burst out laughing.

“Get him! Beat him up first—then tear that mouth of his apart! Break his bones one by one and see if he dares talk back again!” With a wave of his hand, the five men behind Lin Zhiyong surged forward, surrounding Qin Tian.

Qin Tian could only shake his head. Some people simply insisted on dancing on the knife’s edge, courting disaster at every turn.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Qin Tian asked again.

“What? Are you scared now? Even if you beg me on your knees, it’s too late!” Lin Zhiyong barked.

“No, I just wanted to be sure. I’m afraid you’ll regret it later,” Qin Tian replied.

“Ridiculous! Regret? If I regret this, I’m the son of a turtle!” Lin Zhiyong jabbed himself in the chest.

Qin Tian raised a thumb in acknowledgment—such a fierce oath, truly ruthless. Not only did he curse himself, but his father as well.

No sooner had Qin Tian finished the gesture than he struck first, punching one of the men square in the face.

The man was caught off guard, never expecting Qin Tian to make the first move. He had no time to dodge.

Thud!

The punch landed solidly, sending the man staggering back, clutching his nose. When he lowered his hands, his nose was swollen and blood poured out, staining his palms crimson.

“Aaagh!” The man, shocked by his own misfortune, charged forward, intent on fighting Qin Tian to the end.

In recent days, Qin Tian had learned a few combat techniques from “A Book,” so dealing with these men was effortless. He was confident he could put them down single-handedly—using both hands was practically overkill.

As the man charged, Qin Tian stepped deftly to the right and extended his left foot, tripping his attacker, who fell flat on his face, blood gushing from his nose like a spring.

“What are you all waiting for? Get him!” Lin Zhiyong, startled to see one of his men dispatched so easily, snapped out of his daze and shouted at the others.

The remaining four exchanged nervous glances before cautiously moving to surround Qin Tian. They had already witnessed Qin Tian’s skill and dared not underestimate him—clearly, this was no ordinary opponent. Remarkably, they themselves had received professional combat training, yet one of them had been taken out in the blink of an eye. It was clear Qin Tian’s strength was extraordinary.

The four fanned out, sealing off all avenues of escape, then struck: one kicked at Qin Tian’s right leg, another aimed a kick at his abdomen, a third threw a punch at his chest, and the fourth swung at the back of his neck.

Qin Tian’s eyes flicked over his four attackers. Their assault left no opening—escape was impossible. But there were still two directions unguarded: up and down.

With a sudden leap, Qin Tian soared into the air—an incredible feat, reaching a height equal to two grown men stacked together!

Lin Zhiyong gaped in shock. Was this even human? Could a person really jump so high?

The four attackers were equally stunned, but in the next instant, terror flashed in their eyes as they realized their blows, already committed, were about to strike each other. There was no time to pull back.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Four dull impacts echoed as the men howled in pain. One clutched his leg, another his stomach, a third his chest, and the fourth his collarbone, coughing violently.

Qin Tian curled his lips in a smile. As he landed, he delivered a flying kick, sending all four sprawling.

“Impossible! You’re not human!” Lin Zhiyong was completely unhinged. Without any visible support, Qin Tian had twisted freely in mid-air—a flagrant violation of the laws of physics.

“There’s no such thing as impossible. I told you not to overestimate yourself or underestimate others, but you wouldn’t listen,” Qin Tian said, striding toward Lin Zhiyong.

Watching Qin Tian approach, Lin Zhiyong instinctively backed away. Just what kind of monster was this? In less than five minutes, he had utterly destroyed five men with professional training!

“Don’t come any closer! If you do, I’ll scream—” Lin Zhiyong raised his hands defensively, calling out to Qin Tian.

“Scream? What for?” Qin Tian asked.

“I—I’ll scream for help!” Lin Zhiyong forced himself to stand tall.

“Go ahead, see if anyone comes,” Qin Tian chuckled. In this desolate place, it would be a miracle if even a single person passed by in a day.

Qin Tian rushed forward and lashed out with a kick, making Lin Zhiyong shriek in terror.

Thud!

But the kick wasn’t aimed at Lin Zhiyong—it struck a massive boulder beside him.

With a tremendous crack, the rock, as large as a tiger, shattered into fragments under Qin Tian’s blow.

Lin Zhiyong lowered the hand shielding his face and stared at the scattered debris, swallowing hard.

When he looked up at Qin Tian again, all trace of arrogance was gone—nothing was left but fear, deep and unyielding.