Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Just as the blade was about to pierce the major artery in Lin Chen's right arm, Lin Chen's hand suddenly shot out.

Seeing this, a crueler smile appeared on Knife's face. Was this idiot seriously trying to block his knife with his hand?

However, in the next second, Knife's face went stiff, as if he'd seen a ghost.

Because he witnessed an unbelievable scene.

His knife was actually caught between Lin Chen's two fingers.

At this moment, the surroundings fell into silence, as if time itself had stopped.

Knife stared at the blade caught by Lin Chen, completely dumbfounded.

He looked into Lin Chen's eyes and saw an incredible fear.

No matter how hard he tried to believe, Lin Chen had indeed caught his blade in mid-air with just two fingers.

Seeing Knife frozen in place, Zhao Muqiu was somewhat displeased.

"Knife, what are you staring off into space for, finish this ant."

Knife wore a bitter expression.

He did want to take out Lin Chen, but with the blade clamped, he had no way to do it.

Now fear filled Knife's heart; he couldn't understand how Lin Chen had managed to block his lethal strike with just two fingers.

One must know, with the speed his blade was sliding, it could have cut through steel, yet in Lin Chen's two fingers, it felt as though it was clamped by pliers, unable to move an inch.

"Want to cripple me?" Lin Chen looked at Knife, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

In the next instant, Lin Chen's fingers twitched, sending out a burst of energy.

Barehandedly snatching the white blade, the blade in Knife's hand had already appeared in Lin Chen's hand.

A chilling light flashed, blood splattered, and Knife's body went limp, collapsing to his knees in front of Lin Chen.

Knife looked at his legs, his face instantly turning pale as paper.

He saw that somehow the blade had sliced through his legs, severing the tendons in both.

"Ah, ah, ah…" Knife let out a miserable cry.

He wanted to stand, but with severed tendons, he was utterly powerless.

Fear appeared in Knife's eyes.

For so many years, he had killed many people, but he had never been injured.

Yet today, not only was he injured, but the tendons in his legs had been directly cut through.

"Damn it!" Zhao Muqiu's gaze hardened in the distance.

He hadn't expected Lin Chen to be so formidable, directly crippling Knife with one move.

Lin Chen looked disdainfully at Knife kneeling before him, then turned his gaze to Zhao Mubai.

"Didn't you just say you wanted me on the ground to humiliate me?" Lin Chen's face turned cold.

Zhao Muqiu felt a chill at Lin Chen's cold gaze.

However, to him, Lin Chen was just an ant. How could he submit to an ant?

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Muqiu's eyes as Spiritual Energy burst out from his body.

"Kid, die for me."

Zhao Muqiu shot out like a sharp sword, pouncing towards Lin Chen.

Lin Chen looked at Zhao Muqiu, a cold smile appearing in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Muqiu's fist was already aimed at Lin Chen's head.

Lin Chen finally moved. He slowly raised his fist, seemingly without much strength.

But Zhao Muqiu was different; on his way to assault Lin Chen, he had been gathering strength, and this punch contained all his energy.

This punch was also Zhao Muqiu's strongest strike.

"Bang!"

Finally, the two fists collided.

"Crack!"

With a thud, Zhao Muqiu felt a surge of energy rush into his arm.

He felt like his entire right arm was pierced by a massive force.

In the next instant, his entire arm was bloodied, bones broken, and tendons snapped.

The intense pain made Zhao Muqiu cry out miserably.

"Zhao Muqiu had grown up in a prestigious family, never having suffered hardship. Even while sparring, his opponents usually showed him mercy. He was always the one hitting others; no one dared to touch him."

But today, Lin Chen had destroyed his entire right arm with one punch.

Such extreme pain was unbearable for him.

Zhao Muqiu stumbled back over ten steps, letting out waves of wails.

"Damn it, wasn't this guy supposed to be an ant? How could he be so strong?" The pride in Zhao Muqiu's eyes had disappeared, replaced by fear and shock.

He now understood that the ant in his eyes was actually a demon, a demon that had crushed him completely.

Lin Chen gazed coldly at Zhao Muqiu: "Kneel and apologize, get out."

Zhao Muqiu gritted his teeth, glaring at Lin Chen with resentment: "Kid, do you know who I am, daring to make me kneel?"

"So much nonsense." Lin Chen frowned, and the blade in his hand flew out.

In the next second, two lines of blood appeared on Zhao Muqiu's calf.

Thud, the momentarily defiant Zhao Muqiu was now kneeling before Lin Chen.

Kneeling on the ground, Zhao Muqiu's face showed an irrepressible rage.

"Kid, you'll regret doing this."

"Regret? I, Lin Chen, have never known regret." A cold gleam flashed in Lin Chen's eyes.

Bang!

Lin Chen kicked Knife square in the chest.

Knife was sent flying like a ball by Lin Chen's kick.

Seeing Knife kicked away, Zhao Muqiu's expression changed.

He wasn't like Knife; his situation was different.

His elder brother Zhao Mubai had joined the Immortal Palace; he could be considered the Zhao family's hottest heir.

If he ended up like Knife, it wouldn't just tarnish his reputation but also disgrace the entire Zhao family.

Moreover, Zhao Muqiu's seemingly stable status as heir to the Zhao family could be abolished.

"Lin Chen, let's talk. I won't pursue today's matters, you… let me go." Zhao Muqiu said, face pale.

"Sorry, I gave you the chance, but you didn't cherish it. Now you have no chance left." As Lin Chen's words ended, his foot had already risen.

Bam!

This kick landed directly on Zhao Muqiu's chest.

The entire hotel was in an uproar, everyone shocked by this scene.

Zhao Muqiu struggled to get up from the ground, covered in blood.

Lin Chen slowly walked out of the room, grabbing Zhao Muqiu's hair, coldly saying: "Tell your brother, if he dares touch Yun Xue, he'll have a miserable death, now get lost."

Zhao Muqiu gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear Lin Chen apart, but now just preserving his life was fortunate enough.

Knife stumbled over, helping Zhao Muqiu up, and the two of them left in disarray.

In the crowd, someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Oh my god, wasn't that just now Zhao Muqiu from the Zhao family?"

"How did he get beaten so badly..."

Hearing the discussions around him, Zhao Muqiu wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

He turned his head, looking at Lin Chen, eyes filled with deep hatred.

"Kid, just wait." Zhao Muqiu cursed through gritted teeth before leaving.

"Lin Chen, doing this, Zhao Mubai will never rest with you." Mu Yunxue said worriedly.

"Never rest? I'm happy to play along!" Lin Chen said calmly.