Looking at Lin Beichen, he hadn't moved a bit from start to finish, and though he took He Ming's punch, he appeared completely unharmed.
That's not surprising, after all, who is Lin Beichen?
Even without the cheat powers granted by the system, his strength alone is enough to tower over the world.
As a superhuman whose overall qualities have long surpassed human limits, it would be strange if he were hurt by a punch from an ordinary person.
Lin Beichen glanced at He Ming and said faintly, "A mere glimmer dares to compete with the luminous moon? It's utterly ridiculous, utterly ignorant."
"Ah, ah ah, how is this possible? How could this be possible?"
At this moment, He Ming, who had fallen to the ground, clutching his limp right arm, looked at Lin Beichen in disbelief, "No, this is impossible, absolutely impossible, how can you be this strong?"
He Ming couldn't accept the fact that he was instantly defeated.
If it was just being defeated, he might barely accept it, after all, the person in front of him is a formidable opponent even those second generations need to take seriously; it wouldn't make sense if he didn't have some real strength.
However, what he couldn't accept was that the other party hadn't moved at all.
He not only took He's punch head-on without a scratch, but the backlash injured He Ming's arm.
Just the backlash.
Isn't this absurd?
Is this a strength that a human can possess?
Is this something a flesh and blood body can do?
"A frog at the bottom of a well, always unable to see its own weight." Lin Beichen calmly walked up to He Ming, looking down at him, "I am kindhearted, since you can't see it clearly, let me help you see it. Remember to thank me."
Saying this, Lin Beichen lifted a foot and kicked towards He Ming's chest.
He Ming only saw a shadow flash by, it was too late to react.
"Boom!"
A loud noise exploded beside He Ming's ears.
In an instant, He Ming only felt the wind blowing into his ears, and his whole body felt like it was hit head-on by a fast-moving truck.
With this impact, it was as if the flesh and blood and internal organs of his entire body were forcibly compressed together.
Too painful!
The pain, penetrating to the bones, made He Ming's expression twisted and contorted, and he let out a shrill scream: "Ah..."
Accompanied by this scream, He Ming flew over ten meters away like a ragdoll, then heavily crashed onto a security door over ten meters away.
"Bang!"
After a loud bang, under the impact of more than two hundred pounds of weight, the alloy security door was forcibly dented with a pit amidst a wailing sound.
At this moment, He Ming's entire head was embedded inside, his face covered with blood, looking extremely miserable.
Lin Beichen dusted off himself and smiling lightly, he said to the terrified Zhang Xiaolin, "Alright, this little fly has been dealt with. Do you have any other backers? If so, quickly call them while you still have a chance, I'd like to clear out all this trash in one go."
Faced with Lin Beichen's inquiry, Zhang Xiaolin stood there dazed, with his head spinning like paste, not knowing what to do.
He looked up at Lin Beichen, then turned to look at the half-embedded He Ming, with nothing but terror and bewilderment in his heart.
His Big Brother was said to be a rarely rivaled gang leader within a hundred miles.
Under his pair of iron fists, countless souls had wailed. But to think he was instantly defeated by this young man in front of him?
Without even a hint of resistance?
What kind of joke is this?
"Who, who on earth are you?"
Zhang Xiaolin asked Lin Beichen in terror.
At this point, unless someone's brain was filled with water, anyone with a bit of reason clearly knew, this guy in front of them is definitely not a simple character.
Kidding, it's one thing to take him down with one punch, but to also instantly defeat his Big Brother who has been killing on the gang's frontline for years.
This level of strength, even the legendary Double Flower Red Stick is nothing more than this?
"My name, you're not worthy to know, because you're not qualified." Lin Beichen glanced expressionlessly at Zhang Xiaolin. His cold gaze seemed less like looking at a person and more like looking at livestock about to be caged.
The sight of this gaze set Zhang Xiaolin's heart aflame with fury, yet he dared not show it, only lowering his head as much as possible, fearing Lin Beichen would find an excuse to deal with him.
At the same time, a sense of sadness involuntarily welled up within him.
If even his Big Brother wasn't this kid's match, what else could he do? Could it truly be that he can't escape the fate of eating prison meals?
"Bang!"
Just as Zhang Xiaolin sank into despair, the security door was suddenly pushed open again.
Subsequently, a burly man with a full beard, wearing a thick gold chain around his neck, walked in with large strides. The burly man, with a stern face, pulled He Ming out of the security door.
After patting He Ming's body a few times and seeing him gradually awaken, he said, "Xiao Tian, how did you lose so quickly? I just went to buy a bottle of water from the convenience store downstairs, how long did it take? Three minutes at most, when did you become so weak? Can't even hold out for three minutes."
He Ming tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a bitter smile, and said to the burly man, "It's not that I'm weak, it's this kid who's too strong, he's simply not human. Anyway, be careful yourself."
"Hahaha, kid, do you know who that is? That's Brother Qiang, it's my Brother Qiang, Liu Huaqiang!" Upon recognizing the newcomer, Zhang Xiaolin laughed maniacally.
In the scene of blood flowing freely from his mouth, his laughter grew all the more intense, with a look of deep revenge glee in his eyes: "I am the renowned Double Flower Red Stick He Ming from the Tiger Dominator Gang; your doomsday is here, there's absolutely no chance of escape."