Flawless Metropolitan Divine Emperor

Chapter 0042 – Double Palm Move Mountains

With Wenya's conditions, Wang Badan was extremely excited, itching to beat Jiang Feng and Cheng Zhenjie to a pulp and then share a wonderful moment with Wenya.

"Alright, tell me how you want me to beat you up. Should I go easy or hard?" Wang Badan beckoned to Jiang Feng and Cheng Zhenjie with a cocky grin.

"I want you to use your full strength. Don't hold back, or you'll lose miserably," Jiang Feng stepped forward, sneering.

"Well, well, you've got some guts. Fine, I'll give it my all and make sure you can't stand up," Wang Badan's lips curled in disdain.

"Jiang Feng, you mustn't fight him..." Cheng Zhenjie said anxiously.

Jiang Feng cut him off, "Don't worry. Just stand aside and watch. The result might surprise you."

Cheng Zhenjie was speechless. Of course, he'd be shocked if Jiang Feng ended up unable to stand.

"Enough talk, come on, kid." Wang Badan finally made his move, throwing a punch straight at Jiang Feng's chest.

Jiang Feng's eyes narrowed. Hmm, not bad, good strength, but far inferior to Meng Ying from this morning. They're not even on the same level.

Moreover, Wang Badan's punch was a mess, with no technique whatsoever.

With such a sloppy move, any expert could easily make him say goodbye.

Like Jiang Feng, who could see all of Wang Badan's flaws at a glance, the outcome was predictable.

In an instant, Jiang Feng struck back.

As Wang Badan threw his punch, Jiang Feng kicked.

His kick landed right in Wang Badan's armpit, sapping all his strength.

Wang Badan felt a wave of weakness, his legs trembling, nearly collapsing.

His arm shook violently, pain shooting from his armpit as if stabbed by a steel needle.

Sweat beads quickly rolled down Wang Badan's forehead, making him look extremely pathetic.

What happened?

Wang Badan was shocked!

He had no idea what was going on, only seeing Jiang Feng standing calmly before him, smirking.

And he had already lost a move.

Could he have met a true expert?

No!

He refused to believe it, preferring to think it was a fluke. Yes, it must be a fluke.

"Tsk tsk, is this all the Qiangsheng Martial Arts Academy can do?" Jiang Feng clicked his tongue, shaking his head, "What a disappointment. I thought you'd be more impressive, but you're just a braggart with a sharp tongue. Truly embarrassing."

Jiang Feng threw Wang Badan's words right back at him.

Cheng Zhenjie was stunned. Jiang Feng's move was too fast; he didn't see it clearly. He only knew that with a casual move, Jiang Feng had made Wang Badan's arm go limp, rendering him powerless.

Wang Badan's punch had scared him, thinking Jiang Feng was doomed.

But in the blink of an eye, the tables turned. Jiang Feng was unharmed, while Wang Badan's attack was broken, nearly knocking him down.

Cheng Zhenjie looked at Jiang Feng with newfound excitement and admiration.

Damn, when did Jiang Feng become so powerful? No wonder he wasn't afraid; he was hiding his true strength. I must interrogate him thoroughly later.

"Brother Ba, are you okay?" Wenya asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, just a slip-up. Watch, I'll make them cry for their mothers," Wang Badan said.

"Be careful," Wenya's confidence in Wang Badan wavered, doubts creeping in.

She wondered if Wang Badan was just a paper tiger, boasting about his prowess but unable to beat a high schooler. That would be too embarrassing.

"Kid, I'm not done with you. Take this, Double Palm Move Mountains!"

Wang Badan spread his palms, thrusting them forward with all his might, as if pushing a mountain. This was the only move his master had taught him, and he had practiced it for years, grasping a bit of its essence.

Jiang Feng nodded slightly at the move's power. It seemed Wang Badan wasn't entirely useless; he had some skill.

But to deal with Jiang Feng, this move was insufficient, utterly useless.

Wang Badan's move, though fierce, had a fatal flaw.

His stance.

Jiang Feng saw that Wang Badan's stance was unstable. A slight attack would topple him.

Jiang Feng seized this flaw, using the Divine Dragon Mysterious Steps to move to Wang Badan's side, then kicked his knee. Wang Badan's balance faltered, and he knelt on the ground.

Thud.

Wang Badan was utterly defeated!

"What's this? Kneeling to me? It's not a holiday, and I don't have a red envelope for you. Better get up," Jiang Feng mocked, standing before Wang Badan.

Everyone was stunned. Was it over just like that?

Wang Badan had been so aggressive, but Jiang Feng's kick had ended it. What a letdown.

Cheng Zhenjie admired Jiang Feng even more, convinced he was a hidden master.

Otherwise, how could he defeat the fierce Wang Badan?

Wenya, however, was disappointed. This outcome confirmed her suspicions that Wang Badan was all talk. She considered breaking up with him.

Wang Badan recovered from his shock, his anger rising. This was a great humiliation. He had never been so disgraced.

Kneeling was for the heavens, the earth, and one's parents, not others.

Absolutely not!

"Ah! I'm going to kill you," Wang Badan roared, leaping up, veins bulging, teeth grinding in hatred for Jiang Feng.

Wang Badan used all his strength, throwing two punches at Jiang Feng's face.

"Sigh, why bother? You're no match for me," Jiang Feng shook his head.

In an instant, Jiang Feng countered with two punches.

Bang bang!

Their fists collided, and Wang Badan staggered, falling to the ground. His fists loosened, fingers deformed, trembling uncontrollably.

Jiang Feng's blow had caused significant damage.

"Do you want to continue?" Jiang Feng asked, looking down at Wang Badan.

Wang Badan dared not fight anymore. If he didn't realize Jiang Feng's prowess by now, he'd be a fool.

Once might be a fluke, twice a coincidence, but three times? He had to believe it.

"I... I won't fight," Wang Badan stammered, trembling.

"That's right. If you'd done this earlier, you wouldn't have suffered so much," Jiang Feng said.

"Wenya, help me up. Let's go," Wang Badan asked Wenya.

But Wenya looked coldly at him, "Pfft, who'd help you? You can't even beat a high schooler. Let's break up. There's no future with you. Goodbye, no, bye forever."

Wenya turned and left heartlessly.

Moments ago, they were flirting, now they were strangers. How ironic.

Some women are like that. When a man has money and power, even if he looks like a dog, they flock to him.

But without money or power, even if you look like Pan An, some women might follow you, but it won't last.

Women say a handsome man can't be eaten. But with money, you can have anything.

There's another case where a man is exceptionally good in bed. Even without money, women might stay for the pleasure.

If you lack both, better find a cave to hide in, because you won't even get a wife.

Wang Badan had some money and was decent in bed, occasionally satisfying Wenya, so she stayed.

But today, he was beaten by a high schooler. If word got out, he'd be a laughingstock.

So Wenya chose to break up. There are plenty of men out there; why stick with a loser?

After Wenya left, Wang Badan looked like a bankrupt man, head down, arms limp, dragging his weary body away.

"Let's go," Jiang Feng said.

"Yeah, let's go," Cheng Zhenjie replied.

They left the Mei Jian Gym, heading back to school.

Soon after, Wang Badan emerged from a lane, glaring at Jiang Feng's departing figure, "Just wait. This isn't over. I'll regain my honor."

...

On the way back to school, Cheng Zhenjie started interrogating.

"Jiang Feng, when did you become so powerful?"

"Have you been pretending all along?"

"Beating that big guy felt so good."

"Where did you learn your skills? How come I never knew?"

"Can you teach me a move or two for self-defense?"

"Jiang Feng, say something. Don't let me do all the talking."

Jiang Feng stopped, rolling his eyes, "You've been talking non-stop. How can I get a word in?"

"Uh, really? Okay, I'll stop. Answer my questions," Cheng Zhenjie scratched his head.

"Sorry, I forgot all your questions," Jiang Feng said.

"Uh..." Cheng Zhenjie said, "I'll ask again."

Jiang Feng quickly said, "Hey, look, a beauty!"

Cheng Zhenjie looked around, "Where?"

When he turned back, Jiang Feng had run far ahead.

"Hey, don't run," Cheng Zhenjie shouted.

Jiang Feng called back, "If I don't run, you'll talk me to death. Give me a break."