The Favored Son of Heaven

After finishing two fights in the Sky Martial Battle Network, Qin Fen fell into deep thought. He really didn’t have enough exposure to guns. He had yet to touch upon the essence of guns. Perhaps when he touched upon the essence of guns, he would be able to find a similar way to integrate gun skills and increase his power.

Then Lord Turbulence’s warning before he faded away came to mind. Qin Fen was a bit curious. He wondered just what sort of black hole level expert he would encounter this night.

Qin Fen was so excited that he couldn’t fall asleep, so he simply practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art for a moment while lying down.

After two hours of executing and circulating the art, Qin Fen took a shower for his body was covered with sweat. Finally he felt a bit of sleepiness, and he soon entered the dream he wanted to dream.

It was the same boundless starry space. Qin Fen floated in an unknown place that couldn’t really be counted as a place, waiting for the figure of light to appear.

“Waiting for me, kid?”

A man walked out from the light and shadows. His voice was a bit hoarse. He had a medium build, a bit pudgy, and he looked to be around thirty or forty years old. His hair, cut short and dyed a chestnut color, was parted in four-to-six sections. He looked extraordinarily handsome. He had his hands gently in the pockets of his western trousers, and his body exuded an elegant charm. He looked to be quite the casual yet experienced man at first glance.

What a good-looking dude! Qin Fen, as a man, couldn’t help but utter a sound of admiration in his mind. At the same time, he speculated over the words that Lord Turbulence had said before. Could it be that this man’s fighting style was far too scholarly, possessing a sharp difference with Lord Turbulence’s fierce style? Not only would learning the man’s style not help Qin Fen, but also affect Lord Turbulence’s teachings and cause Qin Fen setbacks?

“Yes,” said Qin Fen. When faced with the figure of light who he knew wasn’t real, Qin Fen still asked very politely, “Can I ask, if you sir are Mr. Zeng Yicheng?”

“Oh?” The man’s eyes suddenly lit up. His smiled was filled with an easy-going atmosphere, “How did you know? Did Lord Turbulence mention me?

“Yes.”

“Then he should have mentioned not to learn the entirety of my style, right?” Confidence and magnanimity seeped through Zeng Yicheng’s smile. “Actually, what he says is correct. It’s not good to learn the entirety of my style. However, it is also bad if you don’t learn even a single bit of it. I believe that for some fighting styles it is best to learn a bit from them. Only when one experiences many different styles can one create a fist that is considered one’s own. Don’t you believe so?”

Qin Fen nodded over and over. Compared to the lofty personality of his previous instructor, Lord Turbulence, this Zeng Yicheng was more like a scholarly professor of a university.

“You’re at the three-star level, right?” Zeng Yicheng adjusted his power to the three-star level and said, “Then, let’s both use three-star power and tear into each other for a moment. The easiest way for martial artists to get acquainted with each other is to spar.”

Qin Fen nodded with his head. Lord Turbulence was so powerful. Qin Fen was confident that Zeng Yicheng was in no way lacking. Qin Fen had seen thousands of fights, but he lacked the experience of participating in thousands of fights. Especially the experience of fights against experts. This scholarly Zeng Yicheng was clearly a very decent instructor.

“You want to attack first? Or should I attack first?” Zeng Yicheng was different from Lord Turbulence and Butcher. Each and every one of his moves reeked a scholarly aura that made one’s heart tranquil.

Qin Fen knew that his opponent was strong. His spars with Lord Turbulence and Butcher these past few days had unknowingly influenced him. He didn’t give a hint of prior notice before he simply seized the initiative and attacked.

The muscles of his right leg quickly expanded and contracted, and it was as if the space beneath his feet had been stomped into exploding. With a flip of his hands, Qin Fen’s Triple Palm Strike swept through the air in a fierce gale.

“Good approach.”

With a voice still as scholarly as usual, Zeng Yicheng took half a step forward and his hands slashed across the front of his chest. The movement was similar to the Cloud Hand of Tai Chi, but it was actually the Crossbar Hook Raise of the same Arhat Fist. The three palm strikes jolted into a stop as they were blocked.

The Crossbar Hook Raise. First the arm blocked, then the wrist hooks onto the opponent’s move and is raised to the side, shattering the opponent’s balance.

Zeng Yicheng blocked in a crossbar, but he didn’t go on with the hook raise. The electric sparks beneath his feet brought a chilly blast of wind as a foot came crushing toward Qin Fen’s family jewels!

Groin Kick!

Though this was an illusory world, it was still very dangerous to be kicked in the vitals. The figure of light had said it in the very beginning. The brain would believe everything was real. The functions of his body would be injured as well. Qin Fen didn’t want the full responsibility of spreading the Qin Family lineage solely on his older brother Qin Zhan. He wanted to perform his part of the duty in spreading the lineage of the Qin Family.

Qin Fen never expected that a man with such scholarly poise would use such a vile move. During his hurried retreat, he pushed that vile foot aside with the palm of his hand.

Qin Fen was fast, but Zeng Yicheng wasn’t slow. This man turned with a single hand, and two fingers advanced together to gouge out Qin Fen’s eyes.

After the kick to the groin was an attempt to gouge the eyes! It was yet another vile way of attacking!

Qin Fen dodged the attack by raising his head, but Zeng Yicheng’s other hand, which formed the shape of a tiger’s claw, had already touched Qin Fen in the back waist.

The kidney was located in the back waist. If one got caught by the claws of this move, the result would be no different from the Groin Kick, for they were both moves that made the victim be the last of his line.

Dragon Guard! Qin Fen didn’t even have the time to counterattack. He had to first dodge this vile attack.

A smirk flashed within Zeng Yicheng’s eyes as his hand that was grabbing towards Qin Fen’s back waist shifted a bit to clutch toward Qin Fen’s family jewels. This was the move famous and renowned in the Federation to be the vilest of vilest finishing moves—Monkey Steals the Peach!

How vile! There was no longer an iota of a scholarly air on Zeng Yicheng’s face right now. His body exuded with an aura of vileness, starting from his face.

Qin Fen had been duped! It was only now that Qin Fen completely understood what Lord Turbulence was warning him about. The man before him had such preeminent strength, yet he actually fought this vilely.

The Monkey Steals the Peach was blocked, but Zeng Yicheng slipped his way behind Qin Fen like a snake. His two fingers moved towards Qin Fen’s behind, side by side, to rip open the anus!

Qin Fen was always at the disadvantage since the beginning of the spar. He sensed Zeng Yicheng’s vileness and finally found an opporunity to attack. Qin Fen twisted his body forward and to the left. With his right leg acting as an axle, he lifted his left leg backward and to the left into a rising kick! Scorpion Tail!

Zeng Yicheng’s move remained unchanged. He long knew of Qin Fen’s move, keeping a hand idle, and now he used that hand to explosively punch toward the Scorpion Tail.

In the time it takes for spark to fly off a flint, Qin Fen gritted his teeth and abruptly turned his Scorpion Tail into stomping the ground with his right foot. His body flew back at maximum speed before Zeng Yicheng, and he fiercely slammed into Zeng Yicheng’s face!

Vileness against vileness! Flood Fist’s Sitting Mountain Form!

“Whoa!”

Zeng Yicheng didn’t expect this move at all. Of all the information the liquid metal collected, Qin Fen always walked the fierce, radiant, and proper path. He never used any vile fighting styles before.

With a roll, Zeng Yicheng evaded to the distance. He beamed as he sat on the ground and watched Qin Fen, “Your martial senses are truly powerful, and you have good talent! You really are qualified to be a disciple of my Great Vile Acts Sect! You’ve understood the essence of my Vile Sect in the midst of battle!