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Chapter 607 - 609: Three Great Experts

Chapter 607: Chapter 609: Three Great Experts

"You’re Qin Tian? You’re called Murong Fei?"

When Qin Tian walked toward him, Du Yanlong finally spoke.

"You’re the Du Family’s lapdog, aren’t you?" Qin Tian shot back.

Du Yanlong immediately frowned, burning with anger, and said, "Knowing that someone from the Du Family is looking for you is good! My name is Du Yanlong, I’m Du Mingwei’s older brother!"

"One-Eyed Dragon? Your eye is just too small for me to find, it’s not blind. Why are they calling you One-Eyed Dragon?" Qin Tian said with a smile.

"My name is Du Yanlong, the wild dragon among rocks! Hmph, don’t try to be slick with me!"

Seeing Qin Tian walk over, One-Eyed Dragon and three others also stepped forward to meet him.

"Wow, wild dragon, even the wild dragon among rocks, how impressive," Qin Tian mocked.

Hearing Du Yanlong brag, Qin Tian couldn’t help laughing, "I don’t think you’re like a wild dragon, more like a rabid dog."

"Hahaha..."

After Qin Tian finished speaking, the three companions by Du Yanlong’s side actually laughed at the sight of his angry and embarrassed face.

These three straightforward fellows were too hearty. With that little jest, Du Yanlong’s bushy brows trembled in anger, like two black caterpillars slowly wriggling on his upper lip... disgustingly so!

"Stop running your mouth! Qin Tian, Murong Fei, I’m here today to avenge my brother. If you two know what’s wrong and change, immediately kneel and apologize, I might just..."

"Stop, stop with the slogans already, you’re like a man who can’t stand tall, as impotent and premature as they come. I’m saying, One-Eyed Dragon, can’t you bring something solid to the table?"

From start to finish, Qin Tian completely disregarded Du Yanlong.

However, while he appeared calm, Qin Tian was actually filled with immense rage.

He had let Du Mingwei go last time and had warned the guy not to bother him again, but to think, just two days had passed and here they come again!

It seemed the lesson last time wasn’t harsh enough!

"The real deal is, we’re going to slaughter you. Choose now, a duel or a group fight, I’m giving you a dignified chance! Heh heh, here I have the Fist King, the Spear King, the Iron Head King, whom do you want to taste?"

Du Yanlong was quite confident in his three henchmen’s ability to defeat Qin Tian; moreover, his own kung fu was not weak either. Facing Qin Tian and Murong Fei, a weak woman, he was absolutely sure of himself.

"Duel or group fight, heh, it’s all up to whether you have the guts," Du Yanlong sneered.

Without hesitation, Qin Tian said, "I want a duel..."

"Heh, scared, huh? I knew you had no guts."

"...the four of you. I want a duel with you four!"

As Qin Tian finished his sentence, he clenched his fists and walked towards Du Yanlong, the distance between them narrowing.

"Who’s going first?" Du Yanlong asked his three confident henchmen.

The arrogant priest chuckled and said, "I’ll go first and let him taste my heavy fist!"

With a loud shout, his fists crackled as he clenched them, and then he rushed toward Qin Tian with great speed, aiming a punch straight at Qin Tian’s face!

Boom!

The priest’s fist smashed right into Qin Tian’s palm—

Qin Tian had blocked the priest’s full-powered punch with his palm.

The priest was stunned, not expecting Qin Tian’s strength to be so formidable!

But what he didn’t expect was yet to come—

Qin Tian’s right palm suddenly moved, reaching forward and catching the priest’s wrist in a tight grip!

"Thinking of restraining my hands? Daydreaming of a fool!"

Seemingly aware of Qin Tian’s intent, the monk sneered coldly, attempting to retract his fist.

But Qin Tian’s hands suddenly erupted with immense strength, instantly turning the monk’s face ashen!

"So that’s the so-called fist king? I’ll scoff in your face. With your measly cat’s kung fu, you call yourself a fist king? More like a trickle of spring water, now scram!"

Qin Tian mocked the monk with a sneer, and suddenly, his expression changed. He grabbed the monk’s wrist and exerted force violently. With a twist to the side and back, Du Yanlong and the others then saw the small Qin Tian fling the nearly two-meter tall, burly monk through the air with one hand!

Crash!

The monk was in such pain that stars burst before his eyes, and he grimaced with gritted teeth. At this moment, the monk... had become seriously injured and couldn’t get up.

"What tremendous strength!" Zhao Xin exclaimed with a frown of appreciation from behind Qin Tian.

"Hehe, what does it matter how strong he is? With me, Iron Head Wang Dachui, making a move, even the greatest strength is like a passing cloud before me!"

Seeing the fist king monk easily defeated by Qin Tian, Wang Dachui spat, wiped his hands, then rubbed his head and shouted, "Feel the earth-shaking power of my Iron Head Skill," and charged at Qin Tian, butting his head forward with his rear end stuck out!

Wang Dachui’s Iron Head Skill had been invincible and unstoppable in the past, no one had managed to withstand it bare-handed.

Even some enemies armed with bricks and clubs couldn’t withstand his earth-shattering charge!

Facing Wang Dachui’s ferocious Iron Head, Qin Tian clenched his fists and threw a punch!

"Heh, thinking a fist can block Wang Dachui’s Iron Head? Wishful thinking... This kid’s done for!"

Upon seeing Qin Tian’s punch, both Du Yanlong and Zhao Xin revealed confident smiles.

In their memory, no one had ever blocked Wang Dachui’s iron head, which was as solid as a steel ball, with their fists.

Crash!

When Qin Tian’s fist collided with Wang Dachui’s Iron Head, there was a peculiar sound, like an iron rod striking an iron sheet.

The collision of fist and Iron Head fell silent in an instant.

Then, after three seconds, Wang Dachui let out a pig-slaughter-like scream—

"Ah! My head... my big head... tsk tsk tsk..."

Wang Dachui cried out as he retreated, trembling all over and holding his head.

When he returned to where Du Yanlong was, both Du Yanlong and Zhao Xin saw that on Wang Dachui’s iron skull, a fist-sized lump had swollen up red!

Qin Tian had given Wang Dachui a red envelope, a big one at that!

"Hiss... His fist, it’s so hard?!"

Seeing the once smooth, spotless head of Wang Dachui now sporting a lump the size of a light bulb, Du Yanlong gasped in shock.

Zhao Xin also found it hard to believe and reached out to touch the swelling on Wang Dachui’s head.

"Hiss... Ouch, don’t touch, it hurts, it’s killing me!"

Wang Dachui was in such agony that his whole body shook as he grimaced with gritted teeth. Qin Tian’s punch had actually broken through his Iron Head Skill. He wasn’t just injured; he was ruined.

This Iron Head would take at least half a year to recover.

And even after recovery, it remained uncertain whether Wang Dachui would still dare to use his Iron Head Skill, considering the likely vast psychological scars.

"This guy, he’s got some skill. If a fist won’t do, if an Iron Head won’t do, it seems I can only rely on this Long Spear in my hands!"

The last one, Zhao Xin, waved the Long Spear in his hand like a performer showing off his art, and roared as he charged toward Qin Tian!

"With a will to break through the formation, I embrace death but not life! Qin Tian, take my Zhao Xin’s spear!"

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