Chapter 103: Peng Hui's Strength

"He... is he really that formidable...?"

"Sending someone flying like a painting hung on a wall—this is simply heaven-defying!"

"It seems he is no ordinary person; he is a Martial Artist. No wonder he dares to cause trouble here!"

The onlookers were all dumbfounded, stunned by the scene before their eyes.

Qian Rongrong and Cheng Kexiang were also filled with shock.

Although Qian Rongrong had witnessed Chen Che's prowess while at the Qian Family, seeing Chen Che strike again, she still could not help but marvel at his formidable strength.

A seemingly casual punch, yet it could send a person flying just like a ball!

Cheng Kexiang turned her head to glance at the person embedded in the wall, then looked back at Chen Che; her heart was pounding wildly. She had not expected that even watching Chen Che hit someone could be this thrilling!

Li Qingyan, meanwhile, excitedly downed the wine in her glass in one gulp. A flush spread across her face as she murmured, "Little Junior Brother is so handsome even when he's hitting people; it's really hard not to like him!"

Inside the SVIP-1 private room, Zhang Shouhang watched the scene on the screen and was also stunned!

He had guessed that Chen Che was a Martial Artist, but he had not expected him to be this powerful!

He sent a Fifth Grade Martial Artist flying with one punch, and he still looked like he had energy to spare!

Moreover, Chen Che was only twenty-five years old. To have strength beyond the Fifth Grade at such a young age—just how high must his talent for Martial Dao be!?

For a moment, he even forgot to keep up with Lily, leading Lily to think that this Young Master was actually incapable.

Peng Hui also furrowed his brows. He had originally intended to guard outside the private room door, but before he could leave, he saw the scene on the screen.

As the Zhang Family's top combat force and retainer, his Martial Dao strength was in the first tier even in Shanghai, yet at this moment, he felt deep jealousy and a sense of crisis because of Chen Che.

To have strength beyond the Fifth Grade at twenty-five—this talent and potential determined that his future prospects in Martial Dao were limitless!

But it just so happened that such a genius was an enemy of the Young Master. Since that was the case, this person must absolutely not be left alive!

"Young Master, Qiao Ming cannot handle Chen Che. I will go help you kill him, otherwise, there will be endless trouble!"

Peng Hui requested instructions from Zhang Shouhang.

"Hmph!"

Zhang Shouhang pressed Lily onto the table and discharged his ammunition mixed with anger. Afterward, he put on his pants and said in a deep voice, "Fine, I will go with you."

Inside the bar lobby.

Chen Che flexed his wrists. As he turned, he inadvertently glanced at the "spirit sister" on the ground.

Their eyes met, and the spirit sister's body shuddered. Her face was filled with astonishment, and her heartbeat was like a drum.

The onlookers didn't know, but she knew that the person Chen Che had sent flying with one punch was a Fifth Grade Martial Artist.

If Chen Che could send a Fifth Grade Martial Artist flying, and if he pursued the matter of her framing him, wouldn't a single slap shatter her bones?

The spirit sister's body trembled again. She saw Chen Che walking toward her, and instantly, cold sweat poured down; she was scared out of her wits.

However, Chen Che paid her no mind at all; instead, he walked past her and headed toward Qiao Ming.

Qiao Ming was clutching his neck, supported by another Martial Artist Bodyguard, the sensation of suffocation still lingering in his throat.

The two had already been scared witless when they saw Chen Che strike earlier. At this moment, seeing Chen Che approach, they were trembling all over, terrified.

"This is the Zhang Family's territory. I am a subordinate of Young Master Zhang Shouhang. Don't you act recklessly, otherwise the Zhang Family... Young Master Zhang Shouhang won't spare you..."

Qiao Ming realized that Chen Che was an expert. At this moment, the Fifth Grade Bodyguard by his side no longer held any deterrent power, so he had no choice but to bring up the Zhang Family to pressure him with their influence.

"Where is Zhang Shouhang? Tell him to come out and see me."

Chen Che stopped his footsteps and spoke coldly.

Qiao Ming glanced at the camera; he knew Zhang Shouhang was watching, and he couldn't show weakness!

But Chen Che could even send a Fifth Grade Martial Artist flying; it went without saying that hitting him would be no more difficult than crushing an ant.

If he resisted, he would die; if he backed down, he wouldn't be able to pass Zhang Shouhang's test.

What on earth should he do?!

Qiao Ming fell into a dilemma. Seeing him remain indifferent, Chen Che also lost his patience.

"Since you're in a difficult position, I'll help you."

Chen Che crushed the ground with his foot, and his body shot out like a cannonball.

Qiao Ming was terrified and quickly hid behind the Martial Artist Bodyguard beside him.

However, having seen his companion's miserable state, the Martial Artist Bodyguard had already recognized the vast gap in strength and now dared not look Chen Che in the eye.

"Scram!"

Chen Che slapped the bewildered Martial Artist Bodyguard away and reached out to grab Qiao Ming.

"Whoosh!"

A figure attacked at high speed, an iron fist like a shell fired from a cannon striking toward the side of Chen Che's face.

The massive momentum contained in this ruthless punch made Chen Che slightly surprised. He had to withdraw the hand reaching for Qiao Ming, while simultaneously leaning his body back and performing a backflip to land on the ground, creating distance.

However, Peng Hui did not stop there. With a shake of his body, he made a sharp turn and attacked Chen Che again.

Chen Che had just landed when he realized Peng Hui was pursuing him. He let out a cold snort and met the punch with one of his own.

"Boom!"

The two threw punches at the same time. The fists collided, emitting a huge roar.

True Qi rippled and spread out like water waves, blowing the onlookers in the bar so hard they couldn't open their eyes, and one scream after another rang out.

The fists separated, and both retreated several steps at the same time.

This punch was a show of force, and also a probe.

After the contact of this punch, both had a clear understanding of each other's strength.

"To have Eighth Grade strength at such a young age, I have to admit, I am very jealous of this talent."

Peng Hui gripped his numb wrist, staring fixedly at Chen Che, cold light radiating from his eyes.

"I also didn't expect that you would be the first genuine Ninth Grade I've seen in Shanghai."

Chen Che smiled slightly, keeping his composure; he had deliberately suppressed his strength, leading Peng Hui to make a wrong judgment.

Hearing the conversation between the two, everyone was shocked.

Ninth Grade and Eighth Grade?!

This was truly a battle between immortals!

Qiao Ming panted rapidly, recalling the scene from just moments ago, still feeling a lingering fear, and was even more stunned upon hearing Peng Hui's words!

A twenty-five-year-old Eighth Grade Martial Artist—even if he were not a Martial Artist himself, he understood what that represented!

Yet, he had just barely escaped with his life from under the hands of such an expert!

"Mr. Peng, kill him! He was disrespectful to Young Master, he cannot be left alive!"

Qiao Ming stood up, came behind Peng Hui, and clamored.

Although Chen Che was Eighth Grade, Peng Hui was Ninth Grade; with Peng Hui present, Qiao Ming no longer worried about being killed by Chen Che.

"Kid, so what if you are Eighth Grade?! So what if you are a Martial Dao genius?! Mr. Peng is a Ninth Grade Martial Artist, the top-tier combat power in Shanghai!"

With Peng Hui backing him, Qiao Ming was once again emboldened and clamored at Chen Che very provocatively, "I'm telling you, you're dead today; Mr. Peng will break your limbs and throw you into the Huangpu River to feed the fish!"

Crack, crack!

Peng Hui loosened his joints, his bones making popping sounds; a strange gleam bloomed in his eyes as he grinned hideously, "Kid, what I love most in this life is killing, especially killing Martial Dao geniuses.

Watching those young people with boundless futures die at my hands, I feel extremely gratified in my heart!

Rest assured, I won't let you die so easily; I will first make you experience the despair of becoming a cripple, and then you will die bit by bit in agony!"

"Stop!"

Just as Peng Hui was about to strike again, a sharp, feminine shout came from the crowd of onlookers.

Immediately following, two slender figures rushed out simultaneously, blocking in front of Chen Che.

"I am the eldest daughter of the Cheng Family, Cheng Kexiang! If you dare to lay a hand on him, the Cheng Family will not spare you!"

"The Qian Family as well!"

Cheng Kexiang and Qian Rongrong stared at Peng Hui with faces full of vigilance and threats, terrified that he might strike and injure Chen Che.

They were not Martial Artists, so they did not understand the meaning of Martial Artist realms, nor did they understand what the specific strength displayed by Martial Artists of different realms was like.

Although they knew Chen Che was very formidable and had witnessed Chen Che take action, judging by their words just now, it seemed Peng Hui was even more formidable than Chen Che.

Thus, out of worry, the two of them rushed out one after another, revealing their identities in an attempt to make Peng Hui hesitate for fear of the consequences.

"The Qian Family and the Cheng Family, are they very impressive?"

Before Peng Hui and Qiao Ming could speak, a gloomy voice arrived.

Zhang Shouhang appeared in the bar lobby.