Half a day.
The smoke and dust dissipated, and the light and shadow vanished.
Hong Agong stood with his hands behind his back. As he opened his eyes, he was about to imitate ancient emperors receiving their subjects and say to everyone present: "Rise."
To his surprise, the next second, a figure was reflected in his pupils.
His pupils instantly contracted as if struck by a great shock.
"How… how is this possible?"
Hong Agong stared at the unharmed Ying Chen with a stunned and disbelieving expression, saying.
He couldn't understand why his all-out punch had not caused Ying Chen even the slightest injury!
Not even a single thread of Ying Chen's clothes was torn!
He had even activated the Thunder God Physique!
That was his ultimate trump card, a technique he had only truly mastered in recent years!
He had never used it in front of anyone before!
Yet, the first time he used it, it had failed completely. Not only had it been ineffective, but it had also been nothing more than a dazzling display of fireworks for the spectators!
Hong Agong felt his face burn with shame, an intense wave of embarrassment leaving him nowhere to hide.
Especially thinking of how he had just appeared like the "Thunder God incarnate," high and mighty, receiving the worship of the crowd.
If there had been a crack in the ground, he would have eagerly squeezed into it without hesitation!
It was too humiliating!
How did that trendy saying go?
A social death scene!
"Is this all your strength?"
"If you have more, I can give you another chance to demonstrate. After all, the fireworks were quite spectacular."
Ying Chen said with a serious expression.
The more Ying Chen acted like this, the more Hong Agong felt his face burn.
"Looking at you, it seems you have nothing left."
"Then, is it my turn to perform?"
Ying Chen seemed to be asking Hong Agong, but in reality, he paid no attention to Hong Agong's reaction.
Ying Chen directly raised his arm, as if recreating Hong Agong's "Thunder God's Descent" appearance just moments ago.
The next second, Ying Chen's body suddenly erupted with clusters of brilliant, dazzling electrical light!
These electric lights bloomed like flowers, adhering to Ying Chen's body.
They illuminated Ying Chen's entire body with a golden hue!
Most importantly, these electric lights were not lingering between his hairs and strands of hair, but were gushing out from every pore of Ying Chen's body!
It was as if the power of this lightning had always been deeply hidden within Ying Chen's body, and was now naturally flowing out!
The surrounding void, scorched by Ying Chen's electric light, twisted and fluctuated violently.
An indescribable aura of pressure quickly permeated the entire Liao family compound.
Liao Yifan and his son, who were already kneeling, now prostrated themselves on the ground, five prostrations, trembling.
They didn't even have the courage to look directly at Ying Chen!
Hong Agong, even more horrified, stared at Ying Chen, muttering continuously, "Impossible, impossible… This Thunder God Physique was created by me, how could you have mastered it?"
"Most importantly, even if you mastered it, why is yours purer than mine?"
"I don't understand!"
What Ying Chen displayed was precisely the Thunder God Physique that Hong Agong had used just moments ago!
However, compared to Hong Agong, Ying Chen's Thunder God Physique was more pure, more perfect, and more awe-inspiring!
It was as if this physique was not Hong Agong's invention, but Ying Chen's!
"What is there to not understand? The myriad variations of martial arts stem from the same root. What you call an invention is merely an application and variation of a certain technique in my eyes."
"When you can fly, do you think running is a difficult thing?"
Ying Chen said leisurely.
Hong Agong instantly understood.
The reason for everything was just four words—a gap in cultivation!
Ying Chen's cultivation level was far higher than his, like a university student facing a primary school student.
The primary school student created a problem-solving method and believed it to be invincible and unmatched, unaware that to the university student, it was merely a basic skill of extreme simplicity!
Once the university student replicated this problem-solving method, they would only do it better, faster, and more perfectly than the primary school student!
"You're the only one standing in the entire area? Don't you think that's a bit out of place?"
"So, kneel down!"
Ying Chen looked at Hong Agong calmly and said.
Then, the next second, a terrifying pressure erupted from Ying Chen's body.
Hong Agong's eyes suddenly brightened, as if he were at the center of a thunderstorm, and the storm had just erupted at that very moment.
Blinding light poured into his eyes without restraint, instantly depriving him of his sight.
Terrifying and explosive thunderclaps rolled in his ears, continuously for several times, and then his hearing was also lost.
He was like a headless fly, unable to see or hear, his entire being plunged into boundless darkness.
He could only flail his arms desperately and with terror, crying out in distress.
His legs, as if bearing an immense weight, involuntarily bent lower and lower.
*Thump!*
The next second, unable to withstand the dual pressure, both physical and mental, he knelt on the ground.
With this kneeling, Hong Agong's proud and unyielding spirit completely vanished into thin air.
His record of never bowing his head or surrendering, shattered at this very moment.
"No…" Hong Agong trembled, tears streaming down his face.
His dignity, which he had upheld for over sixty years, was about to be buried with him into the coffin, to be revered by future generations.
Unexpectedly, his resolve broke at the final step before entering the coffin!
Although Liao Yifan and his son kept their heads pressed firmly to the ground and couldn't see what was happening, they could hear the conversation between Ying Chen and Hong Agong, and they could hear the sound of Hong Agong kneeling.
The moment Hong Agong's kneeling sound reached their ears, their hearts completely chilled.
Their hearts turned to ash.
It was as if their faith had shattered in an instant, leaving a great sense of loss and despair.
Even Hong Agong knelt, even Hong Agong lost, how could they possibly contend with Ying Chen?
Today, not only the Liao family's reputation was lost, but the entire Hong Kong martial arts world's reputation was also tarnished!
"It's over, it's over… The Liao family is completely finished…" Liao Yifan's father was distraught, as if he had lost his parents.
He couldn't help but glance sideways at his trembling son beside him, who looked like a pathetic quail.
If he hadn't been suppressed by Ying Chen's aura and unable to move, he would have already kicked this useless son away!
It was all because of this good-for-nothing that the Liao family had provoked such a formidable figure!
If only they had honestly paid Ying Chen 1.4 billion back then!
Unfortunately, there were no pills of regret in this world.
Liao Yifan's father's eyes flickered repeatedly, and he was already contemplating his next move.
How could he preserve his life and protect the Liao family.
If possible, pushing this useless son out to take the blame was not out of the question!
After all, as long as he, the head of the Liao family, was still alive, he could still have more children!
Liao Yifan had no idea that he had already been marked as a sacrifice by his father.
He could only continue to tremble, fearing that Ying Chen might suddenly twist his head off with a backhand.
*Sizzle…*
Finally, the electric light on Ying Chen's body gradually extinguished.
The terrifying pressure that had enveloped the entire Liao family also gradually disappeared.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief.
But no one dared to get up.
Including Hong Agong.
The victor is king, the loser is the bandit. As losers, if they lacked the awareness of losers and stood up without Ying Chen's permission, then they would truly be close to death!