Chapter Sixty: Blood Spilled Within Five Paces

Brother Kai’s pupils involuntarily contracted slightly. He could certainly sense the terrifying power Chen Feng wielded. Even so, he still had enormous confidence in himself. He truly didn’t believe that Chen Feng, a mere high school student, could take on all these men. After all, Chen Feng was just a teenager, while he himself had once been the city’s Sanda champion.

“Brothers, let’s get him!” Brother Kai sneered coldly, but didn’t charge in himself. He planned to let his men wear down Chen Feng’s strength first. At the same time, he could see for himself just how skilled this kid really was in combat.

“You little punk, you dare sneak up on me!” shouted the burly man who had just been struck by Chen Feng with a bicycle. Though the blow had been heavy, it wasn’t enough to take away his fighting spirit. Now, he had already gotten to his feet and pulled a steel pipe from his side, striding toward Chen Feng.

This brat had just knocked him to the ground, humiliating him in front of everyone. If he didn’t teach him a harsh lesson, how could he ever live it down?

At this moment, Chen Ze finally returned to his senses. Seeing a group of thugs rushing straight toward Chen Feng, he grew anxious and called out loudly, “Xiao Feng, run! Run!”

“Too late!” The thug who had been struck with the bicycle had already reached Chen Feng, swinging the iron rod down at Chen Feng’s head with all his might.

Crack!

Before he could do anything else, he suddenly felt his wrist tighten painfully—Chen Feng had already seized his wrist in an iron grip. The thug struggled desperately, only to find in horror that the hand grasping his wrist squeezed tighter and tighter, like an iron vise, impossible to break free from.

“Just now, you struck my father, didn’t you?” Chen Feng’s voice was as chilling as a demon from the abyss, causing dread to creep into the hearts of those who heard it.

“Aaah!” The thug tried to struggle, but Chen Feng moved suddenly, wrenching his wrist with a forceful twist. There was a crisp crack, and an agonized scream burst from the thug’s lips as his entire arm was broken, twisted by sheer force.

Cold sweat streamed down the thug’s forehead, his face turning deathly pale. But it wasn’t over yet—Chen Feng had already seized his other arm and twisted savagely. Another loud snap echoed, and his second arm was broken as well.

With a furious roar, Chen Feng gripped him with both hands, lifted him bodily into the air, and smashed him hard onto the ground. With a thunderous crash, the thug hit the earth and immediately spat a mouthful of blood, spraying it out in a fierce arc.

In the fading glow of the setting sun, the thug’s face was smeared with blood, his two arms twisted grotesquely—a picture of utter misery.

Blood splattered onto Chen Feng’s school uniform. He stood there like a demon emerging from hell, his icy gaze sending chills down the spine of everyone present.

Ignoring the other thugs, Chen Feng walked straight to his father’s side, asking softly, “Dad, are you alright?”

Seeing his father’s bloodied face, a wild urge to kill surged in Chen Feng’s heart. His family’s circumstances weren’t good. Though his parents, busy with work, seldom paid attention to his daily life, Chen Feng understood deeply how fiercely they loved him.

The year he fell seriously ill, his parents did everything they could, taking him to hospitals all over the city. He still remembered—it was winter, his father had come down with a bad cold, but to save money, he stubbornly refused to see a doctor, settling for simple injections and medication. In the end, he collapsed in the hospital, burning with a fever of forty degrees. That winter, Chen Feng nearly lost his father.

Later, thanks to an unscrupulous doctor who injected hormones, Chen Feng became obese. He knew his parents felt terribly guilty, working desperately to earn money, just hoping he could live a better life.

“Unforgivable. Unforgivable!” A boundless killing intent surged in Chen Feng’s heart.

Chen Ze stared blankly at his son. It was the first time he’d seen Chen Feng fight, and the brutality of the scene made his own son feel like a stranger. Chen Feng turned to his mother and said, “Mom, take Dad to the hospital first. Leave everything here to me.”

“Take care of it?” Brother Kai sneered. “Kid, I’d like to see what you plan to do. I want to see how you’ll walk out of here!”

Brother Kai laughed coldly, and the crowd behind him surged forward, surrounding Chen Feng. Although they were shaken by the skill Chen Feng had just displayed, the thought that so many of them might not be able to handle a single high school kid seemed ridiculous.

Facing so many attackers, Chen Feng showed no fear. He stared straight at Brother Kai, his voice cold and menacing: “I promise you, every single one of you here will spend the rest of your lives in a wheelchair.”

To kill them would be too easy; it was better to make them regret and suffer for a lifetime.

Whoosh!

As soon as his words fell, Chen Feng moved like lightning. Grabbing a pair of nunchaku, he swung them fiercely, striking the fingers of the nearest thug with a loud crack. Instantly, the thug’s fingers were smashed, broken by the blow.

Before the man could react, Chen Feng swung again, landing a heavy blow on the thug’s right kneecap.

Thud!

Crack!

A scream of agony erupted from the man’s mouth. He felt his kneecap shatter, and immediately collapsed to the ground, clutching his leg in pain. With his knee destroyed, he was finished for life—a cripple forever.

The screams hadn’t even died down when Chen Feng seized the man’s head with his left hand, raised his right knee, and smashed it into the top of his skull.

Boom!

The thug’s body convulsed violently, blood gushing from his nose. With a dull thud, he collapsed to the ground, his fate uncertain.

Hiss!

Everyone present inhaled sharply, their faces turning pale. Each of them felt just how dangerous Chen Feng was.

Chen Feng wore a cruel smile, but gave them no time to react or even think. He charged into the crowd with his nunchaku, swinging wildly. Those who tried to flee were already too late; Chen Feng was upon them in an instant, the nunchaku whirling like a storm.

A tiger among sheep!

In the blink of an eye, four or five thugs had been beaten to the ground by Chen Feng, each one wailing in agony, their knees or legs shattered without exception. For them, the rest of life would be spent in a wheelchair.

For Chen Feng, if he made a move, it was never half-hearted. He would cripple you completely. In the past, even when fighting, he would hold back, trying not to cause permanent injury. But now, he couldn’t afford such restraint—every move was ruthless, every blow meant to cripple.

“Scatter! Scatter!” Seeing his dozen men taken out in a flash, Brother Kai finally couldn’t sit still. If he let Chen Feng keep going, all his men would be crippled. Besides, the way this kid fought was simply too vicious; his men were no match for him.

Bang!

As Brother Kai shouted, Chen Feng felled another thug, standing over him, grabbing his right leg, and twisting hard. The entire limb bent at a grotesque angle—another one crippled.

The remaining four thugs hastily backed away. Brother Kai stripped off his jacket, revealing a body crisscrossed with scars, a testament to his fighting experience.

“Well, kid, you’re tougher than you look!” Brother Kai cracked his knuckles, the joints popping loudly. “But don’t get cocky. Heh, your mom’s actually pretty good-looking, you know!”

He didn’t really have any designs on Chen Feng’s mother; he just wanted to provoke him, to throw him off balance. He wasn’t sure he could win now, but if he could make Chen Feng lose his cool, his own chances would improve.

And he succeeded—Chen Feng was furious. He tossed the nunchaku aside, his voice calm but brimming with murderous intent. “For them, I’ll make sure they spend life in a wheelchair. For you, I’ll make you regret ever being born.”

“Looking for death!” Brother Kai roared, swinging his right leg in a wild arc at Chen Feng’s head like a great cleaver.

It was a side kick—Brother Kai had once been the city’s Sanda champion and had countless fighting experiences. The power behind the kick was terrifying, whistling through the air with a savage intensity.

Yet, Chen Feng showed no intention of retreating. He too raised his right leg in a flash, meeting the attack head-on.

The force of his kick was astonishing, even more explosive than Brother Kai’s. The air itself seemed to crack as the two legs collided.

Bang!

Their right legs crashed together. Brother Kai’s pupils contracted—he immediately sensed that Chen Feng’s strength surpassed his own by a clear margin. After the exchange, he felt as if his leg might break.

No—Brother Kai realized there was already a fracture in his bone.

It was hard to believe that the person in front of him was just a high school student.

Whoosh!

Brother Kai’s reflexes were swift. Though he was outmatched in strength, he still trusted his combat skills. Winning a fight wasn’t just about brute force.

As he withdrew his leg, Brother Kai’s fist shot out like lightning, aiming straight for Chen Feng’s temple.

The temple is a vital spot—if struck, it could mean death or serious injury.

With this blow, Brother Kai was fighting to kill.