Chapter 482: Who Are You!

"Jiang Feng, be careful!"

Su Xueyan, seeing the situation, shouted worriedly, her pretty face turning deathly white, instinctively wanting to rush forward and block in front of Jiang Feng.

But she had just taken a step when she realized she simply couldn't make it in time.

Xu San's speed was too fast, so fast that her eyes couldn't keep up.

Su Shian and Su Lao wore Excitement on their faces.

Su Shian clenched his Fist tightly, his eyes never blinking as he stared at Xu San!

"Better to kill Jiang Feng, this faker!"

Su Lao's mouth corner also bore a hint of hopeful Laughter.

In their view, the expert that Young Master Xu brought, dealing with a Jiang Feng who broke open the Medical Hall, was still more than enough.

As for Xu Fu?

He didn't even glance at Jiang Feng once.

No one knows Xu San's strength better than he does.

Xu San is the youngest Heavenly Human realm expert in the Xu Family.

He entered Pre‑Heaven at fifteen, reached Master Realm at twenty, and broke through to Heavenly Human at thirty.

Such cultivation speed, Throughout the Xu Family, is among the top.

If he were not one of the future Family Head candidates of the Xu Family, he wouldn't even be qualified to have Xu San protect him personally.

Xu San's strikes have never missed.

Previously, when he was in Rui Country, his business was targeted by the local gang, and it was Xu San who, protecting him, escaped unharmed under the pursuit of Hundreds of top assassins.

Such Xu San, could a mere doctor who opened a Medical Hall possibly match him?

Xu Fu, thinking of this, curled a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth.

He had even begun to imagine the scene of Jiang Feng being subdued by a single move of Xu San, kneeling on the Ground begging for mercy.

But at this moment, a jaw‑dropping event occurred for everyone.

Xu San's claw, bearing a fierce gust of wind, was less than ten centimeters from Jiang Feng's throat.

This single claw could crush steel.

Yet Jiang Feng didn't even dodge.

He merely lifted his right hand slightly, two fingers gently pinched, like holding a falling leaf, and pinched Xu San's wrist.

Xu San's claw, at five centimeters from Jiang Feng's throat, stopped dead.

Not that he wanted to stop, but he simply couldn't move.

Jiang Feng's two fingers, like iron pliers, clamped his wrist tightly.

Xu San's complexion changed instantly, his Pupils contracted sharply, his gaze filled with shock and disbelief.

He struggled with force, all his strength concentrating in his right arm, trying to pull his hand back.

But it wouldn't move.

Jiang Feng's two fingers remained motionless.

Xu San's heart sank sharply.

He had cultivated for thirty years in the Xu Family, killed countless people, and endured countless life‑or‑death battles.

He knew better than anyone what it meant when two fingers could clamp his full‑power strike.

It meant the opponent's strength far exceeded his imagination.

Jiang Feng looked at Xu San, a faint hint of mockery curling at his mouth corner.

"Since when has the Heavenly Human realm become so cheap? To be used as a dog."

Xu San's mouth corner twitched, a flash of anger passing through his gaze.

But he didn't act impulsively; instead, he quickly calmed himself.

He inhaled deeply, the internal Method raging wildly, a powerful force surged from his dantian, pouring into his right arm.

He jerked his wrist sharply, trying to shake off Jiang Feng's fingers.

Jiang Feng's fingers loosened slightly, and Xu San seized the chance to pull his hand back.

He stepped back three steps, widening the distance, and re‑examined the young man before him.

This young man is very strong.

Much stronger than he imagined.

Xu San's gaze grew solemn, no longer bearing the previous contempt.

His right hand trembled slightly, leaving two deep finger marks on his wrist, the Bone aching faintly.

Yet he had no time to worry about that, because he knew the real Battle had only just begun.

Xu San inhaled deeply, adjusting his Breath, his gaze fixed on every move Jiang Feng made.

He no longer rushed attack as before, but began to observe Jiang Feng's flaws.

What drove him to Despair was that after half a day of observation, he still couldn't find any flaw.

Jiang Feng stood there so carefree, his hands in his pockets, appearing to have flaws all over his body.

Xu San clenched his teeth, deciding to take a risky try.

His gaze swept over Jiang Feng's throat, heart, temples, finally landing on Jiang Feng's abdomen.

That is the location of the dantian, the life‑gate of every cultivator.

Xu San moved.

This time, he didn't use a claw, but a palm.

His right palm, bearing a massive force, struck toward Jiang Feng's dantian.

This palm gathered eighty percent of his whole body's strength, enough to split mountains and crack stone.

He intends to use one palm to ruin Jiang Feng's cultivation, turning him into a useless person.

What drives Xu San into Despair is that as soon as his action began, Jiang Feng's qi mechanism locked onto him tightly.

That feeling was like being pressed by a massive Mountain, every pore of his body sealed shut.

Xu San's complexion changed drastically; he wanted to withdraw, but it was already too late.

Jiang Feng made his move.

He simply lifted his right hand lightly and slapped a palm at Xu San's chest.

This palm seemed very light, as light as swatting a fly.

But Xu San's sensation was as if he had been struck by an ancient ferocious beast.

A terrifying force surged from Jiang Feng's palm and instantly poured into his body.

That force raged through his Meridians, tearing them apart inch by inch wherever it passed.

Xu San's body flew backward like a kite whose string had been cut!

Xu San collapsed onto the base of the wall, his Mouth spilling a flood of fresh blood, his face Pale as Paper.

His chest caved in a section, and an unknown number of ribs were broken.

His right hand hung at his side; the Bone of his wrist was completely shattered, and his fingers were bent at a bizarre angle.

He struggled to stand, but after Three Times of trying, he failed each time.

Each attempt made him cough up a large mouthful of fresh blood.

The living room was dead silent.

Everyone froze, as if subjected to a Stasis Technique, motionless.

Su Shian's Mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg, his eyes bulged round, and his chin nearly fell to the ground.

He had just been imagining Jiang Feng being beaten by Xu San into kneeling and begging for mercy, but now Xu San lay in the courtyard like a dead dog.

This reversal came so fast that his Brain couldn't process it at all.

Su Lao also froze, the Crutch in her hand fell to the ground, emitting a crisp sound.

Her Mouth was open, her eyes widened, and the expression on her face shifted from anticipation to shock, then from shock to fear.

She never expected Jiang Feng to be this strong!

Xu Fu stood there, his whole being like struck by lightning, motionless.

His eyes stared fixedly at the collapsed Xu San on the ground in the courtyard, his Pupils trembling violently.

He couldn't believe his own eyes.

Xu San!

The youngest Heavenly Human realm master of the Xu Family, Xu San, who once, while being pursued by a Hundred elite assassins, protected his entire body and escaped!

And he was slapped flying by a small Doctor who runs a Medical Hall?

How could this be possible?

Xu Fu's Brain went blank, completely None able to accept this fact.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat felt as if something were choking it, and not a single word could be uttered.

Jiang Feng withdrew his hand, patting his palm as if shaking off some dust.

Then he leisurely walked to the side of the sofa and sat down.

He crossed his legs, looked at Xu Fu, and his Mouth bore a faint smile.

"Young Master Xu, the one hundred million just now is left for your subordinate to treat injuries, okay."

His voice was very calm, as if speaking of something trivial.

"Should be enough."

Thump—

Xu Fu's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the sofa.

His complexion turned deathly pale, cold sweat streamed from his forehead, and his eyes were full of Shock.

"You... who exactly are you?"

His eyes stared fixedly at Jiang Feng, his gaze full of Shock and confusion.

"Being able to severely wound Xu San with a single move, you are certainly not an ordinary Doctor of the Medical Hall!"

Xu Fu's voice grew louder, tinged with a hint of hysteria.

"Who are you!"