HCB Chapter 1484 1479: Who Is He? [First Update]
Chapter 1484 1479: Who Is He? [First Update]
"Did you just say you wanted one of my hands?" Su Chen suddenly said."One hand? No, I've changed my mind, I want both of your hands!" Young Master Zhao's gaze turned sinister.
Being refuted and interrupted repeatedly today, where could he maintain his dignity?
Originally wishing to demand one hand to teach Su Chen a lesson, now he needed to assert his dominance and let everyone recognize his power.
Young Master Zhao's name was a brand, but if that brand lost its intimidation, who would fear him?
"Both hands? You're quite something." Su Chen grinned.
Demanding both hands, even the Prison King of Purgatory wouldn't utter such words.
Yet Young Master Zhao, full of confidence, wanted to teach him a lesson but really underestimated Death God.
If Young Master Zhao had the skill to detach both of Su Chen's hands, or even one, there'd undoubtedly be plenty offering him rewards and flags.
The patron spoke, and the two men in tight clothing began to intimidate Su Chen together.
For ordinary people, two Martial Artists of the Mortal Realm were insurmountable peaks, something to be looked up to.
But they had no clue what kind of formidable person they were about to face.
Su Chen had seen these two men fight before; if things went as expected, these two should share a background, perhaps even a pair of senior and junior brothers.
Su Chen looked calmly at the two brothers, aware that two Mortal Realm martial artists couldn't pose any threat to him.
Su Chen stood there elegantly, but the two men in tight clothing showed no courtesy to him.
They attacked from left and right, intent on breaking both of Su Chen's arms from the way they moved.
That wasn't just about taking Su Chen's hands but his entire arms.
"Hmm?"
Upon contact, the faces of the two men in tight clothing changed strangely; something wasn't right. No matter how much strength they used, Su Chen remained unmoved, as if he hadn't felt their power at all.
"What's wrong, didn't you eat?" The mockery on Su Chen's lips was evident.
"Get him!" The two men exchanged a glance, and one of them shouted in a low voice.
They flipped and attacked simultaneously, realizing that Su Chen was not an ordinary person, hence resorting to their most refined skills.
Although these two brothers had followed Young Master Zhao for some time, their best skills had never been exposed.
Even Young Master Zhao wasn't aware that these two bodyguards and fighters excelled not in hand skills but in leg skills.
Their strength was mighty and hefty.
Their first target wasn't Su Chen's arms but instead his legs.
They planned to kick Su Chen's legs completely, leaving him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life!
"Bang! Bang!"
Two solid thuds sounded, their kicks landing squarely on Su Chen's legs. From the tooth-aching sound, the collision's intensity was evident.
Yet Su Chen seemed unresponsive, expressionless and motionless.
"Does it hurt?"
The time passed swiftly, merely a matter of three to five seconds, when Su Chen suddenly posed the question.
The two men who kicked Su Chen blushed fiercely.
It hurt, intensely indeed—a piercing pain unlike anything they had felt since mastering their leg skills.
Initially, they had been smug when kicking Su Chen; although he was likely a martial artist, he was inferior. Two brothers together, leaving no room for Su Chen to retaliate, went directly to disable his legs.
But after kicking him, they felt a mix of emotions.
This was an iron wall...
The term "iron wall" was two-pronged; first, Su Chen's legs were as solid as iron.
One sweeping kick, and most of their leg skills were wasted.
Su Chen wasn't the type to suffer losses—enduring two kicks, did they think they could end it there?
Inner strength, induced by the force of impact, drilled into the men's bodies, shattering their shin bones, completely disabling the leg skills of these accomplices.
"We brothers were blind; please forgive our previous offences," one martial artist, not suffering from tunnel vision, raised a hand to apologize to Su Chen, enduring unbearable pain.
He wanted no involvement in this matter.
Though he knew Young Master Zhao's background was significant, today, it was clear that continuing to fight the young man might end worse than losing their legs.
Might even be left "behind" completely!
"Blind? It's far beyond just blindness; first and foremost, have a clean conscience. Your hearts must be dark." Su Chen said indifferently.
"Why not lay out what you want, how we should proceed, and if my brothers can do it, we will," the martial artist, obviously of higher standing, hesitated slightly, then said to Su Chen.
"I want one of his hands; can you do it?" Su Chen teasingly pointed at Young Master Zhao.
Overcoming intimidation, watching the martial artists turn on Young Master Zhao, Su Chen wanted to see their choice.
Though he might not take their lives, the feeling was exhilarating.
"Could we propose a different deal?" The martial artist looked at Young Master Zhao for a moment, then said to Su Chen.
"I've given you the chance; if unwilling, I won't force you," Su Chen said coldly.
People are selfish; when choosing between one's life and another's life, most choose self-preservation.
Moreover, in martial arts circles, rules aren't always adhered to.
Su Chen was a force far beyond them; the two men dared not test Su Chen's limits.
Upon Su Chen's response, the two brothers' gaze toward Young Master Zhao changed instantly.
Young Master Zhao was arrogant and domineering, but it didn't mean he wasn't intelligent.
Seeing two bodyguards now looking at him weirdly, Young Master Zhao felt uneasy and sensed danger.
He hastily said, "You, wait a moment, you know my status, if... if you dare harm me, consequences beyond your bearing await."
His words weren't just for the two bodyguards but for Su Chen as well.
"What's his background?" Su Chen asked Young Miss Song, stunned nearby.
Awakened by Su Chen's question, Young Miss Song displayed a hint of urgency on her face.
"Don't touch him!"