The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

Chapter 1100 - 1096: Situ Yue Mei’s Despair

Whoosh!

A punch of overwhelming force.

A punch that makes the wind and the earth dance in a tempest.

This punch embodies Zhu Kang’s lifelong martial arts mastery.

Even from afar, people nearby were blown with such force it was as if they were standing next to a Category 12 tornado.

Everyone exerted their Inner Strength to stay grounded and not be blown away.

Yet despite this, many were still forced to retreat step by step by the gusts.

In their hearts, they were utterly shocked.

What kind of punch is this?

Even from such a distance, they were affected by the aftereffects.

If in the path of the punch itself, what kind of pressure would they face?

Many wanted to know Qin Hao’s situation.

But right now, with the fierce winds, they couldn’t even open their eyes and could only barely prevent themselves from being blown away.

On the other side.

Standing next to Qin Hao, Situ Yue Mei was the most keenly aware of the power behind Zhu Kang’s punch.

Her eyelids hurt from the wind, and her hair was wildly disheveled.

She lost her balance and was lifted off her feet.

In that instant, fear gripped her heart, but a hand grabbed hold of her.

Situ Yue Mei knew it was Qin Hao’s despicable hand, but out of fear, she held on tightly to it.

Afterward, she wasn’t blown away and barely managed to land on the ground.

She felt conflicted.

Qin Hao was indeed a jerk, yet he seemed to have just saved her.

Letting him die under Uncle’s punch, is that really okay?

The turmoil suddenly ceased.

Situ Yue Mei opened her eyes full of puzzlement.

She saw Qin Hao’s other hand extended, two fingers mischievously pointing forward, less than half an inch from Zhu Kang’s chest.

Zhu Kang also had his hand extended, his fist huge and intimidating.

Regrettably, it was still an inch away from Qin Hao’s face.

An inch, half an inch.

Such a short distance, yet it became insurmountable for Zhu Kang.

Just like earlier, had he not voluntarily stopped, even if he hit Qin Hao, he would likely be the one injured first.

What exactly is going on?

Why is this happening?

Zhu Kang’s face was full of frustrated disbelief.

Qin Hao gave a slight smile, "Not convinced? Even if you are not, it’s useless. After all, who told you to have short arms?"

"Hahaha!" From outside the crowd came Ah Mao’s laughter.

After that, a few onlookers also started laughing.

Even Situ Yue Mei let out a small laugh, but quickly closed her mouth.

Only Zhu Kang couldn’t bring himself to laugh.

His face turned purple with frustration, his eyes bulging, and his teeth grinding loudly, "You... I..."

Too furious to speak coherently, he gritted his teeth and decided to push his fist forward.

He was truly driven mad at this moment.

Risking injury, he was determined to smash that unbearable face of Qin Hao.

Sss!

Zhu Kang first heard a light sound.

His chest hurt; he knew he was wounded by the opponent’s fingers.

But in pursuit of revenge, nothing else mattered to him.

He continued forward, his fist about to reach Qin Hao’s face.

Just when Zhu Kang thought everything was going to go his way, an unexpected situation arose.

His body suddenly stiffened as if a freezing cold blast raged within him.

In such a state, his mouth dropped open, fist paused, as if faced with something terrifying.

His fist was just a hair’s breadth from Qin Hao’s face.

Yet it seemed as if an insurmountable chasm lay between them, impossible to overcome.

What... is happening?!

While Zhu Kang stood bewildered, Qin Hao spoke up: "I’ve seen many fools over the years, but fools like you, who don’t know when to give up, are few."

Pfft!

Zhu Kang violently spat out blood, retreated five steps, and whispered painfully, "What kind of martial arts is this..."

Now, the vitality within him was sealed by that aura, his body paralyzed, the only action left was speaking.

He was utterly bewildered by the origin of Qin Hao’s martial arts.

Though he was considered a martial arts prodigy, with family backing, having encountered countless martial arts styles.

No matter how he contemplated, he found nothing resembling what Qin Hao had used.

Facing so many questions, Qin Hao calmly answered: "Wumei Finger."

Zhu Kang’s pupils contracted, "I’ve heard of Wumei Finger, but how can this technique seal my vitality?"

Qin Hao said indifferently: "Because the user is me."

The user is you?

Are you saying that any martial arts you use become astounding?

Zhu Kang’s expression turned inexplicably sullen.

Victory and defeat are clear; having lost, he could only accept it all.

In an instant, his eyes dimmed.

Those around drew a sharp breath at the sight, ending like this? They were hoping for a thrilling duel!

Wasn’t Zhu Kang a bit too weak?

On second thought, others had an epiphany.

Why not interpret it as Qin Hao being too monstrous?

Understanding these things, everyone’s expressions toward Qin Hao changed.

Awe radiated from everyone’s eyes.

Especially Situ Yue Mei, who gazed at Qin Hao with a very complex look.

Both loathing and admiring, fearing and recognizing.

This man was too formidable, even Uncle Kang was not his match.

Is there truly no one who can put him in his place?

Could it be he’s going to leave smugly just like that?

Despite her reluctance, Situ Yue Mei had to admit, if things remained unchanged, there was nothing she could do to Qin Hao today.

Just then, the sound of bullets being loaded rang out.

They positioned themselves all around, surrounding Qin Hao, with every face stone cold, aiming dark gun barrels at him.

From a distance, there were also two holding guns with long barrels, aimed at Qin Hao as well.

This group exuded an icy and ruthless aura, but they ignited a glimmer of hope in Situ Yue Mei’s heart.

The Gun God Team had arrived!

Individually, each member of this team might be critically scrutinized.

However, when such a number stood together, the situation changed greatly.

Imagining it, even a Grandmaster would have no way to escape.

How can one possibly contend with this?

Needless to say, the Gun God Team was the Situ Family’s last trump card.

Now that the trump card was played, Qin Hao was surrounded, the situation appeared clear-cut.

Thinking of this, Situ Yue Mei couldn’t help but smile, glaring defiantly at Qin Hao, "You’re dead for sure."

Qin Hao shook his head helplessly, "How many times have you said that already? If I don’t die, your butt’s gonna get slapped, you know..."

"You!" Situ Yue Mei was utterly furious. Even at this point, Qin Hao was bringing up getting spanked.

That’s akin to adding insult to injury!