Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

"What, that lowlife wants to challenge me?" Upon hearing this news, Zhou Jun was first stunned, then a fierce smile broke out on his face.

Just now, Lin Chen had slapped him twice, causing him to lose all face. If he could brutally beat Lin Chen on the platform, not only would he regain his face, but more importantly, the Family Head Zhou Batian was watching from above, making it a great opportunity to show off.

"Good, since that kid is seeking death, then I'll grant his wish." Zhou Jun snorted coldly and jumped onto the platform.

On the platform, Lin Chen and Zhou Jun stood on opposite sides, both tense and ready.

"Zhou Jun, clean up this reckless kid properly and show him that our great family's disciples cannot be compared to ordinary people like him."

"Rest assured, everyone, I will definitely slap this kid a few times to let him know the miserable consequences of daring to challenge disciples of our family."

Zhou Jun stood proudly on the platform, haughtily raising his head, his face full of disdain.

He had indeed been slapped twice just moments ago, but he believed he had been too careless. If he had used his Spiritual Power, how could this guy possibly be a match for him?

Many family disciples below the platform were full of confidence in Zhou Jun. In their eyes, this was a match without suspense. Zhou Jun, just eighteen years old, had already reached the early stages of Golden Core and ranked twenty-first among the disciples. Although not exceptional, he was still outstanding.

As for Lin Chen, decked out in commoner's clothes, his family name didn't appear on any prestigious family ranking. Cultivation required money; without money and background, relying solely on one's own efforts, his strength couldn't be impressive.

"Just now, this guy seemed to have slapped Zhou Jun twice!"

At that moment, someone inappropriately remarked.

"Damn, this guy is too weak, even getting slapped by someone like that."

"He's just embarrassing us family disciples!"

Listening to the discussions from below, Zhou Jun's expression grew colder, and he said chillingly, "If you slap yourself ten times and apologize to me, I might let you go."

"Are you an idiot? You let me go? I haven't even started with you yet." Lin Chen retorted disdainfully.

Now that many people had heard about Zhou Jun being slapped, the only way to wash away his humiliation was to defeat Lin Chen and crush this guy underfoot.

"Zhou Jun, be careful, if you get slapped again, you really won't be able to show your face anymore."

"Exactly, if you can't handle it, step down and let your brother teach this guy a lesson."

Seeing Lin Chen so arrogant, many of the big family's disciples below started to jeer.

Harsh voices fell on Zhou Jun's ears, his expression grew darker, and his eyes emitted a chilling gleam, "Kid, you slapped me twice, today I am going to cripple your hands to make sure you remember some people are not to be provoked."

"Enough with the crap, then let's fight, I'm quite busy," Lin Chen said, his face showing a trace of icy cold.

Lin Chen's principle has always been not to provoke others unless provoked, and since the other party wanted to cripple him, he saw no reason to hold back.

"Good! Lin Chen, you are great! Today, you will know the consequences of offending me."

Zhou Jun's eyes surged with icy fierceness, and from his palms emerged a thin layer of ice.

"Bing Ling Palm, he has actually mastered the Bing Ling Palm."

Seeing this, many people below uttered shocked voices, those big family disciples even got excited.

The Bing Ling Palm was a mid-level martial skill, the signature skill of the Zhou family, and it was unexpected that Zhou Bing had mastered it.

Many people in the crowd felt pity as being struck by the Bing Ling Palm could damage the meridians, and one might end up crippled.

However, Lin Chen remained unaffected by the surrounding atmosphere, wearing a mischievous smile as he stepped closer to Zhou Jun.

For some reason, with each step Lin Chen took, Zhou Jun felt a violent tremor in his heart.

It was as if a great mountain weighed down upon him, and as Lin Chen drew nearer, that mountain almost suffocated him.

"Twenty slaps!"

Lin Chen said, smiling at Zhou Jun as he walked.

What did he mean?

Zhou Jun was stunned, staring intently at Lin Chen as he spoke.

"What I mean is that turning your face into a pig's head with twenty slaps will suffice, so I'm going to slap you twenty times."

Boom!

A wave of murmurs rose from the audience.

"This guy is simply too arrogant, who does he think he is?"

"Where does this confidence come from? Zhou Jun is using the Ice Palm!"

"Lin Chen, do you really think you're someone special? Brother Jun is using the Ice Palm, that's an intermediate martial art, you better pray you can walk off the stage!" Li Hui sneered.

Zhou Jun, however, was amused by his anger. You, a poor nobody, what do you have besides brute strength? A fool who knows nothing about life or death.

With the Ice Palm, his ranking could easily be in the top ten; Lin Chen claiming he would turn him into a pig's head was a joke.

However, Lin Chen was completely indifferent to the laughter around him, and continued to close in on Zhou Jun step by step.

"Tat-tat-tat!"

As Lin Chen got closer, his aura suddenly burst forth.

"Damn it, this guy is also a Golden Core powerhouse," Zhou Jun's face paled as he struck first, swinging his Ice Palm directly at Lin Chen.

The wind howled and the chill was biting as Zhou Jun exerted his full strength, slapping both palms towards Lin Chen's ribs.

Under the force of this palm, even an opponent one rank higher would probably suffer serious injuries.

But Lin Chen did not dodge or evade; he walked straight into Zhou Jun's twin palms.

Was this guy looking for death?

Facing such a fierce attack and not dodging its sharp edge, but rather colliding with it, Lin Chen's behavior was simply that of a madman seeking death.

"What is this guy doing?" Bing Ling's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her eyes showed signs of anxiety.

"Go die!" Seeing Lin Chen still neither dodging nor evading, a ferocious smile appeared on Zhou Jun's face.

His palms were like sharp blades, instantly closing the distance, leaving merely a foot away from Lin Chen.

At such a close distance, there was no chance to dodge; a ferocious sneer crossed Zhou Jun's face as if he could already see Lin Chen screaming in agony from his shattered ribs.

Suddenly, Lin Chen's figure became elusive.

Between his palms, suddenly a hand emerged, enlarging within Zhou Jun's pupils.

"Back off."

Zhou Jun's pupils shrank, his heart tightened, but it was already too late to dodge.

"Slap!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, everyone was stunned, even Zhou Jun himself was frozen in place.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene as if they had seen a ghost.

How did Lin Chen dodge Zhou Jun's twin palms? It was simply impossible!

Zhou Jun swung at air and even received a slap, leaving him completely befuddled.

He never understood how he had seemingly blocked all of Lin Chen's escape routes, yet Lin Chen still managed to dodge.

"This is the first slap!"

A cold voice emanated from Lin Chen's mouth, Zhou Jun trembled all over, feeling an illusion of a palm shadow before another slap landed on his face.