Chapter 317

Chapter 317: Chapter 317

When Chenyang threw his punch, the watching Gao Tianqi had a look of complete disdain.

In his eyes, Brother Hu and those lackeys were on completely different levels.

Even though Chenyang’s fighting prowess was shocking, there was undoubtedly a huge gap between him and Brother Hu.

If it were a fight to the death, the outcome would be hard to predict.

But since this was just a contest of fists, Chenyang was guaranteed to lose.

First, just by looking at their physiques and strength, it was clear they weren’t on the same level.

Second, Chenyang was a doctor while Brother Hu was a professional fighter. When it came to whose fists were harder and who was more ruthless in a fight, the latter would definitely win.

In an instant, Chenyang’s punch landed.

Gao Tianqi stared intently, but Brother Hu’s reaction was not what he’d expected.

Of course, it wasn’t that he was knocked down by Chenyang, which would have been unbelievable. Instead, after taking the punch, Brother Hu didn’t move a muscle.

His body didn’t even sway, and his face still held the same contemptuous smile from before.

He looked as if he hadn’t even been hit.

Seeing this, Gao Tianqi immediately burst out laughing. "Hahaha, that’s fucking hilarious! A minute ago you were talking big to Brother Hu, saying that after taking one punch from you, he wouldn’t even get a chance to throw his own.

But now you’ve thrown your punch, and forget about not being able to fight—he didn’t even flinch! Chenyang, don’t you suddenly feel like a complete joke?"

Chenyang glanced at him. "You’re the complete joke!"

"Hmph! You’re just putting on a fucking brave face now, but it won’t last long. Because when Brother Hu throws his punch in a moment, he’s sure to smash your mouth in!"

Seeing Gao Tianqi’s smug and arrogant look, a sarcastic smile touched the corners of Chenyang’s mouth.

He sat back down on the nearby stone bench, brought the cigarette between his fingers to his lips, and took a drag. "I’m afraid he doesn’t have the guts to hit me anymore," he said faintly.

"Brother Hu didn’t even move after taking your punch, and you still dare to say he doesn’t have the guts to hit you back? Bragging might not be illegal, but you don’t have to take it this far, do you?"

Gao Tianqi walked out from behind the railing as he cursed.

He raised a hand and clapped Brother Hu on the shoulder. "Brother Hu, it’s your turn. Make sure you aim for his mouth. Chenyang’s mouth is so damn annoying, you have to punch him until his whole mouth is..."

PFFT!

THUD!

Before Gao Tianqi touched Brother Hu, Brother Hu was still standing there, motionless.

But as soon as he clapped his shoulder, the contemptuous smile on Brother Hu’s face was instantly replaced by intense pain. His face paled, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth.

And just as Gao Tianqi was about to finish his sentence, Brother Hu, who had been standing ramrod straight, collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud.

Seeing this, Gao Tianqi was instantly stunned.

He first looked at Brother Hu, then at the hand he had just used to pat him. "Chenyang’s punch did nothing to you, but my one slap made you spit blood? Am I that amazing?"

"Pfft, COUGH COUGH COUGH!" Hearing his muttering, Chenyang couldn’t help but laugh, choking on the smoke he had just inhaled and breaking into a fit of violent coughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I’m laughing at what a fucking idiot you are! You really think your little slap could have that much fucking power?"

"If it wasn’t me, could it be you... your punch?"

Gao Tianqi’s expression froze. He blurted out subconsciously, "Holy shit, your punch has that much of a delayed effect?"

"His... his fist doesn’t have that much power, but the qi released from the strike is more terrifying than you can see."

The one who spoke was Brother Hu. Lying on the ground, he struggled to raise a hand and wipe the blood from his mouth, his eyes fixed on Chenyang with deep fear. "You’re not an ordinary martial artist. You’re a true master who has already cultivated qi."

Chenyang smiled. "Is that what you call this stuff? Qi?"

"Is it not?"

"My old man says that when you’ve practiced a type of kung fu to its absolute limit, you can ignore forms and injure people in the most primal way. What you strike with is no longer a technique, but Inner Strength."

"Inner Strength?" Brother Hu’s eyes flickered. "I think I’ve heard Ji Xiaoyu mention that term before. It’s the same thing as the ’qi’ we talk about, just a different name."

Chenyang nodded. Huaxia has a legacy spanning several thousand years, and the ancestors have left behind countless intangible treasures and traditions.

Traditional Chinese medicine is one, and so are certain types of kung fu!

But compared to traditional medicine, the lineage of kung fu has been broken too many times. Much of its essence, even its methods, have been lost in the river of time.

As a result, in the modern era, very few people truly understand kung fu, and even fewer are aware of the different levels of techniques and strength.

"Brother Hu, you... you were really made to spit blood by this kid?"

While Chenyang was lost in thought, Gao Tianqi asked with a tremor in his voice.