162: C162 He Could Not Withstand a Single Blow and His Hands Were Wasted

C162 He Could Not Withstand a Single Blow and His Hands Were Wasted

Feng Leehen was stunned. He didn't expect Ling Feng to directly grab his hand. At this moment, his eyes were wide open and he was completely dazed.0

He wanted to break free, but no matter how much strength he used, it was useless. It was impossible to retract his fist.

"This …" "What's going on!?"

Feng Leehen was stunned, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him. Shouldn't his punch have directly knocked Ling Feng to the ground? But how did it turn into his own fist being caught by Ling Feng?

Ling Feng originally thought that Feng Leehen was very powerful. He shook his head in disappointment and said,

"He can't even withstand a single blow!"

When Feng Leehen heard this, it was simply an insult to him. He ignored the fist that was grabbed and swung his other fist at Ling Feng's head.

However, this fist was too slow in Ling Feng's eyes, and the result was the same as Feng Leehen's. Ling Feng easily grabbed Feng Leehen's other fist.

At this moment, Feng Leehen had no way to attack anymore. Both of his hands had been caught, what else could he do?

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bones breaking was heard. Ling Feng used his strength in his hands and broke Feng Leehen's bones.

"Ah …" "Aaaah!"

Feng Leehen screamed miserably. He was in a lot of pain right now. He looked miserable and pale. Both of his hands were crippled by Ling Feng just like that!

After that, Feng Leehen knelt in front of Ling Feng and screamed continuously.

"My hand. My hand! "

No one at the scene thought that the plot would reverse so quickly. Feng Leehen was defeated straight away, and from start to finish, it seemed like Ling Feng did not use any moves at all.

"Do you intend to beg for mercy now?" Ling Feng looked at Feng Leehen, who knelt down and said directly.

Feng Leehen was now regretting his decision of provoking Ling Feng with his demonic qi. If Ling Feng wanted to kill him, even if Feng Leehen were to die a hundred times, it wouldn't be enough!

Initially, Ling Feng would not let Feng Leehen off, and today he only came to play with Lan Yanxuan. If they killed in front of this group of the second-generation rich, they would probably faint from fright, so Ling Feng only crippled Feng Leehen's hands.

"I... "I beg for mercy."

Feng Leehen directly lowered his noble head. If he didn't beg for mercy now, he would be carried out on his own.

"Oh. I forgot to tell you something. A few days ago, there was a person who claimed to have profound strength called … Let me think... Yes. The one called Xue Hai is as cocky as you are. But he's not as lucky as you, he's already dead! "

Ling Feng said indifferently, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

And when Feng Leehen heard this name, he knew who it was. He was very surprised in his heart, he didn't expect that even his senior brother Xue Hai, who was ranked within Flame Silver Centre, could not defeat him, and he, a small martial cultivator, actually challenged Ling Feng. Feng Leehen's heart was about to collapse!

At this time, Han Yu, who was beside Feng Leehen, was also very scared. She regretted it greatly in her heart. "Why did I have to mess with Ling Feng? What if Ling Feng also crippled my hand?"

However, Ling Feng only glanced at him once and left. The cold jade in front of him didn't enter Ling Feng's eyes at all. He didn't even have the qualifications to get Ling Feng to make a move.

Han Mengyao saw that things had turned out this way and quickly tried to smooth things over. After all, today was a gathering, not a martial arts competition. She smiled and said, "Alright, let's end this here."

Hearing Han Mengyao's words, Han Yu hurriedly supported Feng Leehen and left. Feng Leehen's hands were broken and he was still kneeling in front of Ling Feng. What face did he have left?

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