When the sound ceased, over a dozen strong men were already lying on the ground, groaning in pain. Meanwhile, Lin Beichen walked leisurely up to Wang Bing.
Wang Bing was completely stunned at this point, staring at Lin Beichen in disbelief, "You, who on earth are you?"
Previously, Wang Bing might have harbored doubts about Manager Pan's words, but now, having witnessed Lin Beichen's astonishing strength firsthand, he understood that this young man was no ordinary person.
His father's fear of this person was not without reason.
In this place where guns were strictly forbidden, possessing such formidable skills indeed posed a significant threat if assassination was intended.
Wang Bing couldn't help but shiver, afraid that this beast-like young man might suddenly rush at him with a punch.
"Oh? Young Master Wang, what's happened to you?"
Just then, a tall, muscular youth with smooth lines parted the crowd and approached. He wore a short-sleeved shirt, walking with a stride like a dragon or tiger, his eyes sharp like lightning, exuding a menacing aura like a tiger descending the mountain.
This man was He Yuanping, the third-place winner in East Asia's Sanda championship. Although he hadn't clinched the crown, his prowess was well-known in Port City.
He Yuanping immediately noticed Wang Bing's pitiful state, frowning, "Young Master Wang, who dared to assault you so severely?"
Upon seeing He Yuanping, Wang Bing straightened his back and felt more confident, "Old He, you're here just in time. Help me catch this kid, as long as you catch him, I promise to fulfill my earlier commitments."
The onlookers murmured in surprise, not expecting to witness such a prominent figure here today.
A glimmer shone in He Yuanping's eyes as he followed Wang Bing's gaze toward Lin Beichen, a confident smile appearing on his face, "Young Master Wang, don't worry, leave this kid to me."
However, Lin Beichen merely cast a cold glance at him, curling his lips with disdain, "Lackey, you're worthy to fight me?"
He Yuanping was furious at these words. As the third-place winner in East Asia's Sanda, he had never been insulted like this.
Without hesitation, he pushed off with his foot, launching toward Lin Beichen like an arrow from a bow, his fist as large as a cooking pot aiming straight for Lin Beichen's forehead.
This punch was powerful and fast, even causing a thunderous sonic boom in the air.
The spectators felt a gust of wind, tingling their scalps.
Yet, facing this overwhelming punch, Lin Beichen merely shook his head slightly, "Not worth a blow."
As soon as he spoke, he casually extended a hand, accurately grasping He Yuanping's fist.
He Yuanping felt as if his fist were firmly restrained by a mountain, unable to budge no matter how hard he struggled.
His expression instantly froze, eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
This seemingly frail young man was able to effortlessly catch his full-force punch? How is this possible!
The onlookers fell into a dead silence, observing Lin Beichen's calm demeanor and He Yuanping's frozen expression of shock, waves of tumult surged in their hearts.
Who on earth was this young man? Why did he possess such terrifying power?
Amidst the crowd's astonishment, Lin Beichen released He Yuanping's fist and nonchalantly said, "Go back and tell your master, if he wants my life, he's still lacking some skill."
He Yuanping's face alternated between shades of green and white as he took a deep look at Lin Beichen and then silently turned to leave.
He understood that today's venue was irretrievable for them, and staying longer would only lead to further humiliation.
Wang Bing watched He Yuanping's departing figure, overwhelmed with shock.
He originally thought that calling He Yuanping would effortlessly subdue Lin Beichen, but the result was contrary.
Where did this young man come from? Why was he so strong?
Recalling his previous mockery and provocation towards Lin Beichen, Wang Bing felt a chill down his spine.
He only hoped now that Lin Beichen wouldn't cause him trouble; otherwise, he truly didn't know how to handle it.
At this moment, apart from Wang Bing who, due to prior knowledge, could maintain some composure, everyone around was in shock. Their eyes widened, mouths agape, as if unable to believe what unfolded before them. Some even slapped themselves hard to confirm they were not dreaming.
He Yuanping's name was well-known in Port City, with newspaper and TV reports about him everywhere; his powerful prowess was deeply entrenched in people's minds. However, what the people witnessed now was even more astonishing than any report.
He Yuanping's fierce punch, seemingly thunderous, rushed toward Lin Beichen.
Yet, facing this deadly blow, Lin Beichen remained extraordinarily calm, lightly raising his foot, nonchalantly kicking toward He Yuanping's chest.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, He Yuanping's ferocious smirk froze instantly, replaced by a mix of pain and shock.
He was struck as if hit head-on by a speeding truck, his entire body flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into his brand-new BMW.
The vehicle emitted a harsh wailing sound, the front hood was instantly shattered, white smoke billowing.
He Yuanping lay amidst the wreckage, head bleeding, face twisted, looking utterly miserable.