Martial Master

"Yes, Young Master!"

"Yes, Young Sect Master!"

Six or seven guards stepped forward, surrounding Qin Chen in the middle.

"Be careful, this guy has some skills. Keep a close watch on him, and definitely don't let him escape!" Ge Zhou reminded.

Last time at the Gathering Treasure Building, Qin Chen had kicked him flying. He was a mid-level Earth Level martial artist and knew that Qin Chen shouldn't be judged by his age, hence the warning.

"Hehe, Young Master, don't worry. He's just a little brat. With us here, even if he grows wings, he won't be able to fly away." A burly man twisted his fists and grinned sinisterly.

What a joke! If they let a young boy escape with so many of them, how would they face the world afterward?

"Ge brother, you're overthinking it. Qin Feng just scolded him like that today, and this brat didn't even dare to show up. What skills could he possibly have? If he really had any, he wouldn't be afraid to accept Qin Feng's challenge." Lian Peng pulled out a folding fan and began to fan himself.

He could already predict Qin Chen's miserable fate to come.

Ge Zhou was taken aback and felt that he had made a big fuss over nothing.

Thinking about it, if Qin Chen really had skills, how could he not dare to respond to Qin Feng's challenge today?

After all, Qin Feng had made a boastful claim to take him down with both hands.

In this situation, if Qin Chen didn't even dare to show up and had hidden outside all day, it was clear how weak he was.

"Hehe, I was overthinking. But we still need to be cautious. If this brat manages to escape, that would be too much of a loss. Such a prey should be properly played with." Ge Zhou also began to laugh.

The last time he was kicked away by Qin Chen, it was probably because he had been too careless and unprepared.

"You all keep an eye around. Let me take this brat down first." A cold grunt was heard as the burly man stepped forward. He was the captain of the guards in the Ge family, with hands like fans, launching a punch towards Qin Chen.

Boom!

A fierce energy swept through the air, causing it to explode.

His initial move demonstrated an extremely terrifying cultivation level; he was actually a peak late-stage Earth Level martial artist!

This person could serve as the captain of the Ge family's guards, his abilities were extraordinary, with bulging muscles that indicated immense strength.

Coupled with his peak late-stage Earth Level cultivation, under this punch, even other peak late-stage Earth Level martial artists wouldn't easily withstand it.

"How dare you actually make a move? You're just asking for death." Qin Chen's pupils constricted.

He didn't expect this group to act so openly and with such audacity in the royal capital, without a hint of disguise. Did they really not fear the laws of the Great Qi Kingdom?

A peak late-stage Earth Level martial artist was almost comparable to Qin Yong. If this had happened a few days ago, even if Qin Chen could restrain him, he would have to expend a significant amount of energy. But today, after a substantial breakthrough at the Alchemy Pavilion, his physical strength had reached fifty horsepower, and his cultivation had broken through the Earth Level. A peak late-stage Earth Level was nothing to him.

With a cold smile, Qin Chen remained still and also threw a gentle punch back.

"Hah, is this guy asking for death?" Guang Ge, with his cultivation at peak late-stage Earth Level and practicing the low-grade Profound level skill "Furious Lion's Punch," had seen a fellow peak late-stage Earth Level martial artist get his arm shattered last time he fought Guang Ge. This brat actually thought he could take him on; wasn't that just overestimating himself?

"Hahaha, I've heard this brat is the top scorer in the end-of-year exam at the Tianxing Academy. Perhaps he's been flattered for too long and doesn't know his own strength!"

Seeing Qin Chen throw a punch as well, the surrounding guards and experts all burst into laughter.

In terms of punching power, among so many people, Guang Ge was almost the strongest. Even they would back down from him, yet a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy thought he could fight him head-on. Was he truly unafraid of death?