Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Not far from the gate, two middle-aged men in security uniforms stood imposingly at the entrance.

Though they were dressed as security guards, both individuals were Foundation Establishment experts.

In ordinary families, someone with the strength of the Foundation Establishment level could become a prominent fiend, serving as a venerated figure in major sects, yet here they could only serve as gatekeeping security, which was a testament to the strength of the Martial Arts Alliance of Capital City.

Occasionally, people would approach the two security guards, hand over a card, and only after the card was checked would they be allowed to enter the Martial Arts Alliance.

Lin Chen stood at the entrance, feeling as if he had been transported back to ancient times amidst this quaint atmosphere.

Just then, a roaring engine sound came from behind, reminding Lin Chen that he was, in fact, in the modern era.

"Beep beep beep!"

Accompanied by a shrill horn sound, a young man stuck his head out of the car behind him, "The guy in front picking through the trash, get lost. Haven't you heard the saying, 'A good dog doesn't block the way'?"

"Picking through trash!" Lin Chen frowned.

The car door opened, and a young man and woman stepped out of a Cadillac.

Both were clad in designer clothes, their necks held high, an air of arrogance about them.

Lin Chen had seen too many of these snobbish rich second-generation kids from the major families of Capital City.

Backed by their family backgrounds, they always looked down on others, especially ordinary people.

Tired of dealing with such rich kids, Lin Chen turned and walked towards Bing Ling.

"Hmph, smart of you to scram quickly, or I would have broken your dog legs," Zhou Jun said coldly.

"Exactly, how dare someone like him linger around the entrance of the Martial Arts Alliance of Capital City? He's literally asking for death!" The woman beside Zhou Jun also sneered coldly.

Lin Chen suddenly halted his steps, "Didn't your mother tell you that a sharp tongue invites a beating?"

"What did you say?" Seeing Lin Chen, dressed in cheap street market clothes, dare to insult them, the young couple's faces stiffened, and they turned grim in an instant.

"You dare to say Zhou Jun has a sharp tongue?" Before Zhou Jun could speak, Li Hui popped out.

"Sorry, you heard wrong. It's not just him, both of your mouths are equally foul," Lin Chen explained with a smile.

"You dare to call me foul!" Li Hui's face grew uglier; she had been spoiled and arrogant from her youth due to the Li family's influence, always the one to insult others, never the other way around.

The crowd around them grew, and Zhou Jun looked more uncomfortable as Li Hui was his girlfriend, and Lin Chen was practically slapping him in the face outright.

"Kid, you're asking for a beating. Today, I'm going to smack you into a pig's head and show you who you really are!" Zhou Jun said coldly.

"Idiots pop up every year, but this year seems to be a bumper crop, stop your yapping if you're asking for a smack, I'm quite busy!" Lin Chen's words made Zhou Jun's face chill over, anger instantly surging through him.

Suddenly, his body turned into a blur and appeared abruptly in front of Lin Chen, his raised palm carrying a chilling gust aimed smack at Lin Chen.

Zhou Jun had delivered an Iron Sand Palm strike; if it connected, Lin Chen would surely be sent flying with a single slap.

"It's over, this kid is done for!"

"Daring to stand up to Zhou Jun is just asking for death!"

As the menacing palm shadow approached, the onlookers concentrated their gazes, convinced that Lin Chen was in trouble.

However, at that moment, Lin Chen remained calm and unhurried, his hand slowly lifting to directly catch Zhou Jun's wrist in mid-air, stopping his palm right where it was.

Zhou Jun's face stiffened as he exerted all his covert strength to try to withdraw his hand, but he found Lin Chen's wrist to be like iron pliers, unshakable no matter how hard he struggled.

And at that moment, a gust chilled his cheek, and a fair hand in Zhou Jun's dilating pupils grew larger and larger.

Zhou Jun cursed his luck, realizing too late that he couldn't dodge in time.

"Slap!"

A crisp slap rang out, and everyone froze, stunned that Zhou Jun, who had intended to slap Lin Chen, ended up being the one slapped.

Lin Chen's strength was just right; although Zhou Jun still stood firmly in front of Lin Chen, his cheek quickly swelled up.

Of course, the pain was secondary. What mattered most was that his dignity as a rich second-generation was completely wiped away by that slap.

"You dare slap me!"

Zhou Jun clutched his swollen face, his expression ferocious and his eyes flashing with a cold murderous intent.

"The first time you insulted me, I couldn't be bothered with you. But you kept pushing your luck. You were asking for it, and I'd be letting down the masses if I didn't slap you. I'm busy, and you're an eyesore here, so get lost!"

As Lin Chen's words fell, his hand swept out again, but this time he didn't hold back, and with one slap, he sent Zhou Jun flying.

"Thump!"

With a thud, Zhou Jun fell to the ground.

The onlookers all shuddered inwardly at such a ruthless move.

Lin Chen turned his gaze to Li Hui, his eyes filled with disdain, "Do you have a problem with me slapping him?"

Li Hui's heart tightened, and she took two steps back, her complexion extremely ugly. Although her little face turned red with anger, she didn't dare react.

"You bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

With a roar, Zhou Jun picked himself up off the ground, and to everyone's surprise, he had a Soft Sword in his hand as he charged at Lin Chen.

"Stop it, brawling is strictly forbidden at the entrance of the Martial Arts Federation of Huaxia. Do you want to be expelled from the Federation!" A rough voice suddenly sounded at the door.

At the sound of that voice, everyone's heart chilled, and Zhou Jun's steps faltered. He glared at Lin Chen, hatefully halting his charge.

"You just wait, kid!" Zhou Jun glared at Lin Chen and said bitterly.

Lin Chen smiled lightly, "Fine, I'll be waiting."

At this moment, Zhou Jun's face was swollen. Such minor injuries would heal quickly, but the shame of receiving two slaps would not be so easily forgotten.

Most of the onlookers came from elite families, and it wouldn't take long for word of this incident to spread throughout Capital City.

Having been slapped twice by a guy wearing cheap street clothes, how could he ever hold his head up in the elite circles of Capital City?

Right then, Zhou Jun made up his mind to take his revenge and restore his image.

Zhou Jun and Li Hui made their way to the entrance, where they both swiped a golden card through a card reader held by the security guard.

The guard checked the information and said, surprised, "You're a member of the Zhou family from Capital City?"

"Yes," Zhou Jun nodded proudly.

"Welcome to the Martial Arts Federation of Huaxia." The security guard bowed slightly. The Zhou family was a behemoth in Capital City, not to be trifled with by the likes of them.

Then the guard's gaze shifted to Lin Chen behind them, thinking that this guy who dared to offend a member of the Zhou family was probably no easy person either.

"Sir, your membership card!" a security guard said to Lin Chen.

"I don't have a membership card, but how about this?" As he spoke, Lin Chen took out the medal that Lu Dong had given him.

When Lin Chen produced the medal, everyone's faces became strange, and many of them revealed a look of mockery in their eyes.