804: C804 Power Is Respected

C804 Power Is Respected

Seeing Lin Fann come out at the critical moment, Zhang Haonan took the Qi Gathering Powder and poured it into his mouth.

After Zhang Haonan's Dantian became lucky, waves of Essence Qi rippled out from his body and Zhang Haonan felt like he was alive.

"Thank you, Young Master Lin." He took two comfortable breaths.

"Who are you?"

Looking at Lin Fann who suddenly appeared, the middle-aged man asked in a cold voice, "People with nothing to do here, it's best not to get involved."

"I don't want to get involved, but I'm a shareholder in this company."

Sighing, the corner of Lin Fann's mouth curved into a smile: "Besides, I agree with what you just said, I can't help it."

"…" The middle-aged man frowned. "What do you mean?"

"The strong is respected. I like your idea very much. At the same time, I also approve of you."

After looking through the middle-aged man from start to finish, Lin Fann's tone sank, "Whoever is strong can do whatever they want, right?"

There was no response. The middle-aged man frowned deeply.

He was pondering about that tyrannical aura just now. Was it this kid in front of him?

That awe-inspiring aura just now had scared him stiff.

He had no time to react at all, as if he would be killed the moment he moved.

To be able to make him feel like this, he must at least have hidden strength.

But now, the person who appeared was a young man in his twenties?

Was this possible?

A martial artist's strength would grow over time.

It was because training required experience and a rise in cultivation, which was also why he was puzzled.

A twenty year old or so young man, no matter how heaven-defying his cultivation was, being able to cultivate to the early stage of the Bright Strength was already an incredible feat.

As for the hidden strength, that was impossible.

After coming to this realization, the middle-aged man felt much more at ease, and the confidence he had earlier returned.

"You're spouting nonsense at such a young age. I'll let you experience what it means to be strong."

A fist, with Bright Strength strength, punched towards Lin Fann's head.

The sound of the wind produced by the punch broke the silence as his fist landed in front of Lin Fann.

"To be respected by one's strength is to do as one pleases. Go and die for me."

Just where did that oppressive feeling come from? One could tell the answer from this punch.

Pop.

A stream of air rippled out, stopping halfway through the punch.

The fist was surrounded, and more importantly, there was a surge of energy.

His face changed, and his eyes widened in disbelief.1

No matter how hard the fist tried, it couldn't advance even a little bit. There was even a force that bounced back from the center of the fist.

A power that was far stronger than his Bright Strength, a power that he could not resist at all.

That feeling of palpitation from earlier had once again permeated his heart.

The difference in strength caused his entire body to tremble, unable to speak.

How is this possible? This kid was actually a hidden strength?

It completely subverted his thoughts, leaving him at a complete loss. Perhaps, it could be said that he did not know what was going on at all.

He actually reached the stage where he could cultivate his hidden strength at just the age of twenty?

"You're right, I can really do whatever I want."

With one hand, he grabbed the middle-aged man's fist and hacked down on his arm with his left hand.

The sound of bones breaking was accompanied by the wails of pain.

"You … "You …"

His entire left arm had lost consciousness. The middle-aged man's face was deathly pale. "Let's sink our blades into the sea …"

"Cut the crap, strength is everything."

After slapping him, Lin Fann mocked, "The feeling of doing whatever you want should be very comfortable, right?"

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