"My hand!"
"My hand is broken!"
With red eyes, Wang Junfei collapsed to the ground in agony, wailing incessantly.
He never imagined that Li Zhiming would possess such immense strength, catching him completely off guard.
"Huh?!"
Seeing this, the scarred man furrowed his brow slightly, his expression instantly turning grave.
A single move—with just a single move, Wang Junfei's hand had been crushed to pieces.
One could only imagine just how great Li Zhiming's strength was.
Even though his cultivation had been crippled, his combat prowess should still be comparable to that of a Rank Nine Martial Artist.
A Martial Disciple who had not yet reached Rank Nine stood no chance against him whatsoever.
It was no wonder Wang Zi had suffered setbacks at Li Zhiming's hands.
"You're courting death, and you still dare to fight back!"
Seeing this, the flat-topped young man angrily clenched his fists and rushed toward Li Zhiming.
"You're no match for him. Let me handle this."
The scarred man stopped his underling and walked toward Li Zhiming himself.
"As expected of a former Inner Sect disciple. Even with your cultivation crippled, you still possess formidable combat strength. But your strength is barely enough to deal with the Wang Junfei brothers; in front of me, you're still not worth mentioning."
The scarred man cracked his knuckles, his tone full of disdain.
"Talk too much, make your move quickly. I'm still waiting to sleep."
Li Zhiming looked at the scarred man expressionlessly, not taking him seriously in the slightest.
He was currently at Early Rank Eight, and a Mid Rank Eight might not even be able to defeat him—let alone this scarred man, who was only at Rank Nine.
"Li Zhiming, you really are arrogant!"
"But I'll let you know that no matter what your background used to be, once you're in Xuyuan Prison, you'd better curl up like a cat if you're a tiger!" A flash of coldness crossed the scarred man's eyes.
The next second, he charged forward abruptly, a violent wave of True Qi erupting from his entire body.
Watching the scarred man rush straight at him, Li Zhiming threw a punch directly.
This punch was heavy and powerful, mixed with fierce True Qi, whipping up a sharp whistle of wind.
Bang~!
As the two streams of True Qi of different colors collided, they kicked up a wave of air that blew both men's hair into disarray.
"Good, you're qualified to be my opponent!"
Noticing that Li Zhiming's strength was no weaker than his own, the scarred man instantly wore an excited smile.
He hadn't expected to find someone on par with himself among the first-floor prison guards.
After all, he was currently at the late stage of Rank Nine.
At the Xuyuan Prison assessment three months from now, he would be able to directly promote to a Patrol Disciple, and if he had good luck, he might even be able to return to the sect and escape this bitter sea.
Screech~!
The impact forced the two men apart.
The scarred man slid backward several meters before stopping beside Wang Junfei and the other man.
"Help Wang Junfei and go guard the door. Tonight, I'll teach this brat a proper lesson."
"Li Zhiming, my name is Chen Chong. Remember it well!"
As soon as his voice fell, Chen Chong charged at Li Zhiming once more, his fists crawling with fiery True Qi.
Whoosh~!
With a punch thrown, the wind howled.
Li Zhiming sidestepped and dodged, the fist grazing past his face as the crimson flames burned the two tufts of hair on his forehead into ash.
Failing to hit with his first strike, Chen Chong whirled around with a spinning back-fist.
This punch was thrown with all his might; if it connected, the opponent would undoubtedly pass out on the spot.
Seeing this, Li Zhiming executed an exquisite footwork, easily dodging the punch.
"So fast!"
Chen Chong's brow creased into a deep frown.
Li Zhiming's movements and reaction speed far exceeded his expectations.
Based on past battles, even late-stage Rank Nine martial artists of the same level wouldn't be able to dodge his attacks this effortlessly.
"Wind-Piercing Step!"
Chen Chong directly executed the most common movement technique outside the Zhenyuan Sect—the Huang-tier elementary technique, Wind-Piercing Step!
As long as one was a disciple of the Zhenyuan Sect—whether Inner or Outer Sect, handyman, or even a prison guard in Xuyuan Prison—anyone could cultivate it.
Chen Chong's speed suddenly accelerated, his feet as if treading on the wind.
Whoosh~!
Chen Chong raised his arm, his palm engulfed in blazing flames, and slashed toward Li Zhiming.
"Li Zhiming, let's see how you dodge this time!"
Facing Chen Chong's ferocious offensive, the corners of Li Zhiming's mouth curled up slightly.
The late stage of Rank Nine was still too weak; it couldn't arouse his interest at all.
He was tired of playing!
Whoosh~!
Accompanied by the whistling sound of the palm wind, Chen Chong thought he had struck Li Zhiming's neck.
But the next second, his pupils suddenly constricted.
Because he discovered that his move had been easily blocked by Li Zhiming, and furthermore, he saw that Li Zhiming's hand had somehow locked onto his wrist!
"What the hell!"
Chen Chong's heart cried out in alarm.
The next instant, a massive force surged over.
Chen Chong felt as though he were wrestling with a rhinoceros. Within just a few breaths, he could no longer hold his ground; his feet left the floor as Li Zhiming dragged him directly forward.
"You're too weak!"
Li Zhiming sneered in a low voice, grabbed Chen Chong's arm, and swung him around to hurl him out.
Bang~!
With a muffled thud, Chen Chong was slammed heavily against the wall by Li Zhiming.
The immense force dented the wall inward, and cracks spread across it like a spiderweb.
"Cough, cough, cough~!"
Chen Chong got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He stared dead at Li Zhiming. "You... This is impossible. Weren't your meridians crippled?"
"Whether I'm crippled or not isn't something you can afford to provoke!"
Before his voice had even faded, Li Zhiming's body burst forward like a ferocious leopard.
"Not good!"
Chen Chong's pupils constricted, but it was already too late for him to react. He could only instinctively cross his arms to block the incoming attack.
"Burst Fist!"
Li Zhiming threw a punch, the fist wind fierce and the momentum overwhelming.
Chen Chong was struck as if by lightning, flying backward once more.
This time, the formidable wind True Qi exploded between his arms, the massive force snapping his forearm.
That wasn't all—Li Zhiming's punch was actually imbued with a twofold hidden force.
The two layers of hidden force erupted in succession, causing Chen Chong to spew a mouthful of blood in mid-air. He crashed into the wall, bounced off, and rolled a few times on the ground before coming to a stop.
Grimacing in pain, he felt as though his entire body was falling apart.
"Brother Chong!"
The flat-topped youth rushed over, glaring angrily at Li Zhiming.
But since even Chen Chong was no match for Li Zhiming, he certainly stood no chance either.
If they wanted to deal with Li Zhiming, it seemed Senior Brother Jiang would have to take action himself!
"Damn it, isn't this guy's cultivation crippled? How can he recover his injuries and cultivation in just a few short days?"
Chen Chong struggled to his feet, gritting his teeth as he looked at Li Zhiming.
"Wang Junfei, get up, let's go!"
Knowing he had kicked a steel plate this time, Chen Chong decided not to linger and turned to leave.
"Stop right there. Did I say you could leave?"
Li Zhiming questioned, reaching the doorway in a few strides to block the three of them.
"Li Zhiming, what do you want?!"
"Hehe, you pick a fight with me and think you can walk away without paying a price?!"
Li Zhiming crossed his arms, his sharp gaze sweeping over all three men.
"Li Zhiming, I advise you to be prudent. Offending us means offending Jiang Yuan. You should know that Jiang Yuan has Elder Liu backing him up. Once you offend Elder Liu, no matter how great your abilities are, you won't have an easy time here in Xuyuan!"
Chen Chong threatened, a smile still lingering on his face, though it was a rather bitter one.
Even though he had taken a beating today, he still firmly believed in his backing.
He was certain Li Zhiming wouldn't dare to do anything to him.
"So noisy."
Impatiently, Li Zhiming walked up to Chen Chong.
Seeing this, the flat-topped youth stepped in front of the two injured men to shield them. "What do you want?"
"What do I want?"
Li Zhiming smiled fiercely and suddenly lashed out with a kick!