Super Soldier in Campus

Lin Feng, a cigarette dangling from his lips, stood casually behind Chen Chuanfeng and in front of Han Bin. He wore a laid-back expression. "I've stepped forward now, what can you do to me?"

Han Bin looked at Lin Feng with some astonishment. He just couldn't figure out where Lin Feng got his confidence. "I didn't expect you to be brave enough to step forward. If you can take one punch from me, I'll let you go."

Lin Feng glanced sideways at Han Bin and shrugged. "You're quite clever. You've successfully secured the chance to strike first."

"..." Han Bin was stunned for a moment before laughing. "So, you mean to say you'll knock me out before I can make my move?"

"I didn't mean that..." Lin Feng shook his head.

Ha, you coward! You talk big, but you don't dare to admit it! Han Bin was about to mock Lin Feng when he heard Lin Feng calmly finish his sentence...

"After knocking you down, I'm too lazy to call someone to carry you away. It's easier to just throw you out."

It wasn't that he couldn't knock him down; he was just too lazy to call for someone to deal with the aftermath. The disdain in Lin Feng's words was palpable!

Only then did Han Bin understand that Lin Feng had never shown any weakness in front of him!

"Let's see what you've got to back up that attitude! Go down!" Enraged, Han Bin rushed toward Lin Feng, suddenly aiming a punch at Lin Feng's chest and abdomen. It was a quick, fierce, and straightforward heavy fist technique: the 'Black Tiger Snatches the Heart'!

Sometimes, the simplest moves were the quickest way to take someone down. If Han Bin's 'Black Tiger Snatches the Heart' landed, the sudden chest pain and suffocation would make Lin Feng double over. Han Bin could then follow up with a downward elbow strike or a hammer fist to Lin Feng's back, laying him out flat.

Han Bin had said he would only use one move, but he wasn't a stickler for rules. In a fight, the one left standing had the last say, and he wouldn't miss a chance at victory!

However, Han Bin miscalculated. His quick and fierce punch met only air. Instead, he felt his right wrist caught in a vice-like grip.

Han Bin's expression changed. He looked up and saw Lin Feng's right hand clamped around his wrist. Startled, he subconsciously tried to pull his captured fist back. But no matter how hard he yanked, Lin Feng didn't budge an inch. The five fingers around his wrist were truly as terrifying as iron pliers.

"You've had your punch. Now it's my turn!" Lin Feng smiled faintly, his left palm pushing out gently…

WHOOSH!

The muffled sound of air being displaced by the release of Inner Strength was evident—this was both Inner Strength and palm wind!

Han Bin's pupils dilated instantly. He saw Lin Feng's left palm, accompanied by a tremendous gust of wind, slowly arcing towards his right shoulder joint!

Lin Feng is an Inner Strength cultivator, and his cultivation is even higher than mine! As this thought flashed through his mind, Han Bin trembled all over. He didn't dare to receive Lin Feng's palm strike directly. Without the slightest hesitation, he pushed off hard with his legs, trying with all his might to break free from Lin Feng's grip on his right fist!

Fortunately, at the last moment, Han Bin managed to wrench himself free from Lin Feng's grasp and stumbled backward…

Unfortunately, he couldn't evade Lin Feng's left palm!

BANG!

WHOOSH!

THUD!

First, there was a dull BANG, then the WHOOSH of Han Bin's body flying through the air, and finally, a THUD as he landed like a sack of potatoes outside the door!

GASP! Most of the onlookers gasped as if they'd seen a ghost. What on earth just happened? Lin Feng only weighs about 140 pounds, yet his seemingly light palm strike sent the burly Han Bin flying over ten meters? Am I seeing things? Or am I hallucinating?

"Yay! Lin Feng, you're amazing!" Su Zi couldn't help but cheer.

Ning Aoxue and Cao Ying, who had been worried about Lin Feng, involuntarily heaved a sigh of relief, their beautiful eyes showing lingering fear. They knew Lin Feng was strong, but Han Bin had seemed terrifyingly powerful, making them doubt Lin Feng's true strength.

Li Liping's expression didn't change much. She glanced at Cao Ying, Ning Aoxue, and Su Zi. That Lin Feng guy isn't particularly handsome, nor does he look wealthy. Why are these three outstanding girls all so concerned about him?

Dazed from Lin Feng's palm strike, Han Bin lay on the ground for a long moment before coming to his senses. He wasn't seriously injured—only his shoulder had been dislocated by the blow—but the psychological shock made it impossible for him to accept what had just happened.

I was sent flying by a 'skinny' guy with just one palm strike?

Han Bin tried to recall the moment Lin Feng's palm had struck him. He knew Lin Feng had exploited his attempt to break free, using the opportunity to send him flying out the door with that palm strike. But was it just clever timing on Lin Feng's part?

If I wasn't mistaken, Lin Feng could even project his Inner Strength externally!

As a cultivator himself, Han Bin knew what this implied: third-level cultivation! This was a height his Han family's Internal Cultivation Methods could never hope to reach!

The searing pain from his shoulder shot through Han Bin's mind. Combined with the pitying, mocking stares from the crowd and the arrogant words he'd thrown at Lin Feng before the fight, his face burned with shame. He didn't want to get up. He just wanted to keep his head down and crawl away unnoticed.

But Lin Feng wasn't done with him yet. He casually dusted off his hands and sauntered towards Han Bin, a smirk playing on his lips, like an old hunter inspecting his downed prey.

"Wh-what else do you want?" Han Bin stammered, terrified. He had already accepted defeat. Having initiated the attack, he still couldn't withstand a single counter-move from Lin Feng. This ten thousand-plus yuan from Zheng Xiaolong really wasn't easy money!

"What do I want?" Lin Feng chuckled softly. "That depends on how smart you are."

Han Bin wasn't stupid. He knew Lin Feng was asking about the instigator. But with so many eyes on him, how could he just blurt out Zheng Xiaolong's name?

"It's fine if you don't say. You've already outed yourself as a member of the Liuhe Club. I can always find some people from the Liuhe Club to have a 'nice chat' with later..." Lin Feng exhaled a smoke ring, speaking casually.

Han Bin froze, his brow furrowing. He pleaded, "Don't... If you go after them because of me, the Liuhe Club won't spare me! I'm just an outer associate, responsible for recruiting members at Jiangzhou University! Zheng Xiaolong is the one who asked me to cause trouble for you!"

His life was more important than his pride. Although Han Bin could fight, he was no match for true underworld figures. How could he fight against people with guns?!

"You're really something else..." Lin Feng sneered contemptuously. This guy's bravado lasted less than three seconds. Just moments ago, he was mocking me for not being a man! He practically shot his load in an instant!

His situation desperate, Han Bin feigned ignorance of Lin Feng's mockery. He said humbly, "Big Brother, I failed to recognize your greatness and accidentally offended you. It was my mistake... So, can I... can I leave now?"

"Hold on. There's something you haven't done yet," Lin Feng said, curling his lip as he stared coldly at Han Bin.

"Wh-what is it? Please, Big Brother, just tell me!" Han Bin felt cold sweat trickling down, wondering what other torments Lin Feng had in store for him...

"Go and settle the bill for the table!"