Hiss!
Everyone present gasped again.
They weren't inexperienced, especially in a place like Hong Kong with its prevalence of triads and frequent brawls.
They had seen people holding their severed arms with one hand and a knife in the other, attacking their opponents.
But compared to the scene before them, all of that paled in comparison.
This scene wasn't particularly gory, yet it delivered an inexplicably intense shock.
The fundamental reason was probably how fragile and utterly helpless Master Lang appeared before Ying Chen!
The crowd felt as if they were witnessing a land of giants from a fairy tale.
Humans were merely toys or food in the eyes of giants!
A giant could crush a human with a single finger, and humans would have no power to resist.
Master Lang played the role of the human, while Ying Chen played the role of the giant.
Everyone present naturally identified with the human role, and therefore felt empathy for Master Lang. Consequently, it was only natural for them to feel fear towards Ying Chen.
Master Lang's finger pain had not yet subsided when his arm was suddenly wracked with excruciating pain.
His groans doubled in intensity.
His eyes flashed with intense rage and malice: "Bastard, you hurt me! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
Ying Chen looked at Master Lang with a calm expression and said leisurely, "Don't worry, I'm not as brutal as you. I don't want you dead; I just want you to cry."
"Hmm... judging by your current state, you seem a bit far from crying. I'll add a bit more effort then."
As Ying Chen spoke, without any apparent significant movement, he merely twitched his finger.
The next second, a loud cracking sound of shattering bone echoed from Master Lang's shoulder blade.
"No!"
Master Lang's eyes widened in utter horror.
A visible indentation appeared on his shoulder blade!
His entire arm, along with the shattered shoulder blade, hung limply like a noodle, swaying back and forth in the air!
Each swing brought a tearing pain to the wound.
This intensified Master Lang's cries of agony.
"Good, good, your eyes are turning red now. Tears will come soon."
"Keep it up!"
Ying Chen gave Master Lang a thumbs-up gesture.
It was as if this was a great endeavor they were collaborating on, working together with shared effort.
Master Lang's eyes bulged with rage, feeling as though his chest was about to combust!
"I'll cry my mother!"
Master Lang cursed at Ying Chen and suddenly launched a flying kick towards Ying Chen's head.
This was his renowned ultimate move—the Python's Coil.
Utilizing the inertia of his body's twist, he channeled all his power into his leg, generating a terrifying force capable of shattering a bull's head!
Countless opponents had met their end with this move.
Master Lang no longer wished to exchange words with Ying Chen, intending to send him to his demise immediately!
"It's coming, it's coming! Master Lang is finally using that move!"
The crowd shouted in unison upon seeing this.
Clearly, they all believed that once this move was unleashed, the outcome would be predetermined.
All the humiliation Master Lang had suffered earlier would be repaid twofold.
Even Master Lang himself was brimming with confidence.
He had even mentally rehearsed his victory speech, which he would deliver while standing over Ying Chen's corpse.
However, what happened next left everyone dumbfounded.
And it completely robbed Master Lang of the mood to think about his speech.
Because his seemingly assured strike had missed!
To be precise, it hadn't missed, as his leg did indeed connect with Ying Chen's body.
But it caused absolutely no damage to Ying Chen!
Ying Chen stood as still as a colossal rock in the sea, unmoving.
"Is that all the strength you have?"
"Seems a bit insufficient."
"How about I give you another chance? Try again."
"Come on, believe in yourself! You're the best!"
Ying Chen, like a diligent and patient mentor, spoke the most cruel and wounding words with the gentlest and most considerate tone.
While Master Lang found it hard to believe, he immediately twisted his body again without hesitation, coiling like a giant python towards Ying Chen!
Unfortunately, when Master Lang's right leg struck Ying Chen again, the same result occurred.
Ying Chen remained motionless, completely unharmed.
Not even a scratch on his skin!
Master Lang's composure completely shattered.
This was his proudest signature move!
This was the ultimate skill he had honed for years!
Now, it had devolved into mere showy kung fu, like a street brawl!
No, worse than a street brawl!
A street brawler could at least inflict some damage, at least draw some blood.
He couldn't even manage that!
"Don't be discouraged, continue."
Ying Chen's warm encouraging voice echoed again.
Anyone else hearing such warm encouragement might have been deeply touched.
But Master Lang felt like crying without tears.
He wasn't an idiot; he could see it now.
Ying Chen was clearly toying with him!
Ying Chen's strength was leagues beyond his own!
If he didn't realize this now, he would truly become the laughingstock of the entire venue, a clown in everyone's eyes!
Therefore, Master Lang shook his head with extreme resolve.
He wouldn't continue!
He wouldn't continue even if it meant death!
"Oh? Giving up already?"
"Alas, such a lacking fellow. In that case, it's my turn, shall we?"
Ying Chen sighed.
Then, without warning, he suddenly kicked towards Master Lang.
The immense and surging force was like a colossal tidal wave erupting on the scene!
Terrifying air currents exploded, and the piercing sound was like a supersonic fighter jet taking off on the spot!
Everyone was greatly alarmed.
And most horrified was Master Lang.
Because he discovered that Ying Chen was using his own leg technique—the Python's Coil!
The same leg technique, the same skill, yet the resulting effect was entirely different!
If Master Lang was akin to a python, then Ying Chen was like a divine dragon ascending to the heavens!
The gap between them was as vast as their environments—one underground, the other in the sky!
"It's over."
Master Lang felt the surging immense force approaching him and thought with despair.
Under such terrifying power, let alone him, even a small mountain would be kicked into pieces!
He had no hope of survival!
But what Master Lang didn't expect was that just as Ying Chen's leg was about to touch him, it stopped abruptly.
Only a violent gust of wind roared past his sides, tearing apart nearby chairs and leaving a deep gash on the ground!
Hiss!
Everyone present gasped again.
They had lost count of how many times they had gasped.
In any case, Ying Chen's actions today had completely shattered their perceptions. It seemed they didn't need to do anything today but sit in their seats and gasp!
"Such terrifying power, is he even human?"
"No wonder Master Hong wasn't his match. This person is truly terrifying!"
"The same leg technique, when performed by him, is more than ten times as powerful! Master Lang has truly lost face and dignity now, completely humiliated!"
The crowd murmured amongst themselves.
Master Lang, hearing their discussions and looking at Ying Chen, who was toying with him like a cat with a mouse,
Finally, his composure completely broke, and he sobbed uncontrollably.
"Why? Why do this?"
"Kill me! Hurry up and kill me!"
Ying Chen slowly retracted his leg, looked at Master Lang with a compassionate gaze, and said softly, "Don't be foolish. You're not worthy of dying by my hand."
Master Lang felt as though his already shattered heart had been violently stabbed again.