Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Boske's pupils narrowed. Just how fast is this kid, to dodge the moment his fist was about to hit?

It wasn't just Boske who was shocked. The other youngsters were incredibly fast, almost like lightning.

A lot of them only saw a blur charging at Lin Chen.

When Boske appeared in front of Lin Chen, his fist was already aiming for Lin Chen's chin.

Lin Chen's disdain infuriated Boske; he wanted to smash the opponent's chin with one punch to let everyone know that he, Boske, would not be trifled with.

Everyone was stunned at the sight.

"Lin Chen!"

Yu Fei's face suddenly changed.

Amidst the astonished gazes, Boske's fist fiercely struck Lin Chen's head.

"It's over, this kid is dead for sure."

Almost no one believed that Lin Chen could survive taking that punch.

Yet when Boske's fist landed, he found he hit nothing but air.

"How is that possible!"

Boske's expression suddenly changed. He clearly felt his fist connect, but unbelievably, it missed.

A mirage!

Everyone's faces were filled with disbelief because no one saw where Lin Chen went.

There he is!

Finally, someone saw Lin Chen.

At some point, he had already seated himself at the bar.

The place where Lin Chen had just been standing was a dozen meters from the bar, yet he was there in an instant.

Could this kid teleport? How could he be so fast?

Everyone's mouths hung open in disbelief.

"Xiao Fei, give me a glass of Lafite," Lin Chen said calmly.

"Okay!" Yu Fei obediently grabbed a bottle of Lafite and poured it for Lin Chen.

"Bastard!" Boske's face grew increasingly grim.

Over the years, he had swept through M country and even half of Europe with his formidable strength.

In front of him, everyone else was like ants, and he was the supreme king.

Since his debut, he had only ever humiliated others, never being humiliated himself.

But today, this bastard had not only humiliated him but looked at him with disdain and contempt, which enraged him further.

Especially since he could tell Yu Fei was very fond of Lin Chen, the woman he had his eyes on, and how could she love someone else?

This only fueled the flames of anger in his heart to the extreme.

"In this world, I am the king, only I deserve everything, no one can be above me." Boske was furious as he pounced at Lin Chen again.

At that moment, just as Lin Chen picked up his glass, Boske's eyes were cold, swinging his fist towards Lin Chen once more.

"Brat, I'll make you drink."

Yet just as his fist swung mid-air, he saw a palm imprint flash before his eyes.

"Smack!"

A loud slap resonated, then Boske was directly slapped away, tumbling seven or eight meters back in a sorry state.

"Idiot!" Lin Chen downed the wine in his glass and scoffed.

How could this be!

The nightclub fell silent; the boy's movements were already very fast, yet many had only seen a blur.

But while the boy was fast, Lin Chen's movements were even faster, to the point that many hadn't seen Lin Chen move at all; they only heard the crisp sound of a slap, then Boske was sent flying.

Climbing up from the ground, Boske's lips were already dripping with blood.

Boske was a bit dazed; he trembled all over, wiping the blood from his face.

He had been slapped, and was directly sent flying by a powerful slap.

"Bastard, kid, I'm going to tear you to pieces." Boske's face was filled with intense anger.

However, just as he finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Smack!"

Another loud slap.

Boom!

This time, Boske was slapped into the air again, heavily crashing onto a table a few meters away.

This was even more spectacular, as the table was full of desserts and red wine.

His body came crashing down, flipping the table, with red wine and snacks spilling onto him in one go.

Boske was a neat freak, and his clothes were usually spotless, but now his clothes were a mess of colors, drenched in wine and littered with fallen cake and treats.

As he stood up from the ground, he looked just like a beggar.

Not only that, but this time, Boske's face was completely swollen, missing several teeth.

This!

Looking at Boske's state, many couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Some even pulled out their phones to take pictures.

They intended to share Boske's humiliating state online.

Boske was really popular this time, extremely so.

"I, I'm going to kill you." Boske at this moment looked like a madman, his face twisted, charging at Lin Chen without a care.

But when he just got in front of Lin Chen, Lin Chen slapped him away, and that wasn't the end of it. He then leaped up and stomped his foot directly onto Boske's ribs.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, Boske's body was heavily slammed onto the ground.

Boom!

Accompanied by a dull thud, even the tiles on the floor were smashed to pieces.

Just when Boske wanted to get up, Lin Chen stomped his foot on him, pinning him down.

Gulp!

The onlookers all drew a sharp breath.

Aside from the rapid breathing, the nightclub fell into silence again.

Just now, everyone was stunned by Boske's strength, but no one expected that this newly arrived youth was even more terrifying.

Boske's body convulsed on the ground, unable to stand up for quite a while.

He was now utterly shocked, wondering why such a kid was so powerful.

Boske had been blessed with a unique physique since childhood, honing his skills on the island. He was exceptionally talented, reaching the peak of the True God Realm before turning twenty.

In his eyes, he was supposed to be invincible, especially after sweeping through the underground forces of M country, he was even more convinced of this.

Yet today, he was defeated, and so miserably at that.

He not only had his face slapped but was also trampled underfoot.

This was like his lofty heart being brutally trampled. Orıginal content can be found at novel·fiɾe·net

Just moments ago, he thought himself the god who dominated everything, but now he was as pathetic as a beggar.

At this moment, just then, the old man who had been on the sidelines finally made his move.

His actions were very covert, as his withered claw-like an eagle's talon struck towards Lin Chen's back.

The old man's movements were too quick, even Yu Fei and others who saw had no chance to warn Lin Chen.

However, unbelievably, just as the old man's eagle claw was about to hit Lin Chen, Lin Chen suddenly turned sideways, countering with a heavy palm strike against the old man.

"Bang!"

Expansive spiritual energy burst forth, and it felt as if a whirlwind had swept through.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The old man's body staggered back more than ten steps before he could steady himself.

"This is impossible!" the old man looked at Lin Chen in front of him, a flash of horror, even fear, appearing in his eyes.