Chapter 209: Revenge (Part 2)
Murderous intent flared in Chen Dong's eyes. "Just you? I'd almost forgotten the torture from back then, but now it's all coming back to me. And you played no small part in that. If I weren't so eager to kill you, I probably wouldn't have rushed over!"
Uncle Guo the Third laughed heartily. "I never thought I'd be so honored! Let's see if you have what it takes!"
With that, he lunged at Chen Dong, his hands alternating into tiger claws as he attacked with the speed of an afterimage.
Chen Dong's right hand stuck to the incoming claws, guided them, and then neutralized their force. The ferocious attack was rendered powerless. With a technique meant to deflect a leg whip, Chen Dong had completely dismantled the old man's tiger claws.
Then, executing a Grasp the Sparrow's Tail, SLAP! He struck Uncle Guo the Third right across the face.
Chen Dong had intentionally held back his strength on that strike. He wanted to humiliate Uncle Guo the Third for a while longer, just as he had been humiliated all those years ago.
Back then, Chen Dong's Dantian had been shattered by a single palm strike from Guo San. At only seven years old, he was subjected to all kinds of humiliation by Guo San, a mighty cultivator of the Celestial Spirit Realm, and even had his limbs broken in the end.
Today, Chen Dong was going to inflict that same fate upon Uncle Guo the Third.
Uncle Guo the Third touched his sinister face. It stung, but the damage was minimal. Fury erupted in an instant. His Celestial Spirits flared to life around him as he aimed a kick at Chen Dong.
This one kick contained thirty-seven variations. No matter how Chen Dong chose to receive it, Uncle Guo the Third was confident he could retaliate and put him in his place.
But he never could have imagined it. Chen Dong's hand moved like an afterimage, so fast that even with his Celestial Spirit cultivation, he couldn't see it clearly. In an instant, his ankle was caught, rendering all variations useless.
Chen Dong grabbed his ankle, lifted Uncle Guo the Third into the air, and slammed him heavily onto the ground—just like back then.
Despite being shielded by his Celestial Spirits, Uncle Guo the Third still felt a sharp pain in his ankle.
He couldn't believe that he, a master of the Celestial Spirit Realm, was unable to defeat this boy.
Uncle Guo the Third scrambled up from the ground. He condensed his Celestial Spirits into a giant hammer and swung it at Chen Dong.
At this moment, Chen Dong felt the old man's Celestial Spirits were an obstacle. He bypassed the great hammer and, with a fist imbued with true intent, struck directly at Uncle Guo the Third's Protective Celestial Spirits.
Instantly, spiderweb-like cracks spread across his Protective Celestial Spirits.
Uncle Guo the Third was also injured by the shock of the punch. Before he could react, Chen Dong lightly tapped the cracked area with his Shocking Extreme Finger.
Just like that, Uncle Guo the Third's Protective Celestial Spirits were easily shattered.
Watching from the side, Xiao Yu was deeply shaken. The old man's cultivation level was similar to her own, yet his Celestial Spirits had been shattered so easily. 'If I went up there, wouldn't the same thing happen to me?' Although she had no intention of interfering, Chen Dong's methods left her utterly stunned.
With his Celestial Spirits shattered, Uncle Guo the Third screamed in terror, "What kind of Demon Technique did you use?!"
As Uncle Guo the Third watched in horror, Chen Dong struck his Dantian with a punch that carried a vibrating force. Uncle Guo the Third immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Hah! Demon Technique? You're just too ignorant to understand," Chen Dong scoffed.
With his Dantian injured, Uncle Guo the Third staggered back several steps, momentarily unable to circulate his True Qi.
Chen Dong's figure blurred as he closed the distance again. Another punch, carrying the same vibrating force, struck the Dantian once more.
Terror seized Uncle Guo the Third's heart. 'This kid is avenging what happened back then! I can already feel that Chen Dong's Martial Dao cultivation and his techniques are both far superior to mine. He's attacking my Dantian but not destroying it outright. He wants me to experience the agony of it being torn apart, over and over again.'
Chen Dong sneered. So what if the old man knew? He continued to land one vibrating punch after another.
Chen Dong hammered Uncle Guo the Third back against a doorpost, leaving him with no room to retreat. He was forced to endure the blows again and again, unable to even scream as blood choked his throat.
The entire crowd watched in dead silence. A chill ran through them. It was obvious that Chen Dong had the strength and opportunity to end the fight with a single blow, yet he refused. He insisted on torturing the old man like this.
They all made a silent vow in their hearts: they must never, ever provoke this young man in the future.
Chen Rui hesitated, not daring to make another move. Chen Dong had shattered his Dao Heart with a single blow. Chen Dong was only a few months older than him, yet he was this powerful. He felt as if all his years of bitter training had been a complete waste.
Guo Lingtong was scared witless. If Uncle Guo the Third was being treated like this, what fate awaited her? Even a veteran of the Celestial Spirit Realm was no match for Chen Dong. With no Outer Appearance experts from the Guo Family or Chen Family present, what could she possibly do? Despair filled her eyes. Then, as if remembering something, she secretly took out her phone and started dialing again.
After hundreds of punches, Uncle Guo the Third's Dantian could finally take no more and completely shattered. He choked out a mouthful of blood, staggered, and pointed at Chen Dong. "You... you're so venomous!"
"I still fall a bit short of you."
Chen Dong slowly walked forward, grabbed one of Uncle Guo the Third's arms, and began to slowly, forcefully twist it.
Without his True Qi, Uncle Guo the Third was no different from an ordinary old man, completely powerless to resist Chen Dong.
AAAAAHHHHH!!!
The excruciating pain finally made him scream. Chen Dong twisted his arm, bit by bit, until it was mangled like a pretzel, then moved on to the other one.
Uncle Guo the Third passed out from the pain, only to be jolted awake by it again.
Chen Rui couldn't help but shout coldly, "Chen Dong, a quick death is mercy enough! Why must you torture him so cruelly!"
"Hah! Cruel? Torture?" Chen Dong said coldly. "I'm merely doing to him what he did to me. Why didn't you call him cruel back then? Oh, that's right! You were being cradled in your mother's arms like a good little wounded baby!"
"You wanted to spar with me, and when you lost, you went crying to your mother. She then ordered Guo San to 'teach me a lesson.' A 'lesson' that was meant to turn me into a cripple. Guo San was a Celestial Spirit Powerhouse. How could a seven-year-old like me have been his opponent? The miserable state I was in... you're watching it right now, Chen Rui!"
Chen Dong's voice echoed faintly, forcing Chen Rui to recall that long-past event.