Chapter Twenty-Five: Five Thousand Pounds of Tremendous Strength!

"Grandfather, I'm not feeling well. I wish to return and rest." Qin Feng clenched his fists tightly, determination flashing in his eyes as he stepped forward and spoke calmly.

"Go ahead," Qin Tianyun nodded.

Qin Feng’s early departure did not arouse the slightest displeasure from Qin Tianyun. His heart was filled with despair. A Grandmaster cannot be insulted, cannot be opposed. Only a Grandmaster can contend with a Grandmaster. The Qin family possessed no Grandmaster, could not withstand the might of one, not even a single word from such a being.

Qin Feng turned and walked away slowly.

"A Grandmaster-level warrior has targeted the Qin family, and we are powerless to resist."

"A Grandmaster, whose bones are as hard as steel, whose strength is unparalleled. I too cannot withstand such force."

"If that is so, then let me loose and slaughter! Let corpses pile up like mountains, rivers of blood flow!"

Stepping out of the room, Qin Feng gazed up at the sky, a smile curling at his lips, and quickly strode toward the courtyard where he once resided. He would increase his strength, push it to the limit, and then unleash his fury.

"Father, it's said that Grandmasters cannot be insulted; those who do so will surely die, for they hold the power of life and death."

"What strength does a Grandmaster truly possess?" Qin Zhongkai struggled inwardly, unwillingness flickering in his eyes.

"The power of a Grandmaster is not something an ordinary martial artist can touch, though our Qin family has stood as a martial house for centuries. We have never produced a Grandmaster, but we have learned of their strength."

"Grandmasters are also called Guardians, able to preside over a region, ruling as the lord of a city!"

"A Grandmaster tempers every bone in their body, making them hard as gold, impervious to blades and swords, able to break stones and tear beasts apart with their hands."

"The Grandmaster realm divides into early, middle, and late stages: early Grandmasters possess the strength of three thousand pounds, middle five thousand, late seven thousand."

Qin Tianyun spoke of the Grandmaster's might, despair deepening in his heart. Even at the early stage, a Grandmaster wields three thousand pounds of force, while he himself, merely a minor Dark Force martial artist, had but six hundred pounds.

Qin Xingchao, Qin Baohai, Qin Fengling, Zuo Daoguang, Zhu Daojun—all were shaken by the Grandmaster’s strength.

"Young master."

"How is the young master?"

Wang Fu, Wang Bao, and Liu Hu saw Qin Feng return and hurriedly surrounded him, anxiously inquiring.

"Bring me my weapon," Qin Feng ordered, then entered his room and locked the door behind him, forbidding anyone to enter.

+1

+1

+1

+1

Qin Feng sat cross-legged, madness in his eyes, his finger pressed upon the "+" sign, frantically tapping.

+1, +1 continued to flash above "Strength: 3000 pounds (+)", his power climbing ever higher.

Strength 3001, strength 3002, strength 3003...

"Finally, the limit?" Qin Feng had no idea how many times he had pressed, but only stopped when his flesh felt torn apart by pain.

He turned his gaze to the interface in his right eye.

Name: Qin Feng

Realm: Dark Force

Strength: 5850 pounds (+)

"Five thousand eight hundred and fifty pounds?" Qin Feng murmured, rising quickly, blood slowly seeping from his skin.

When he had pushed his strength to three thousand pounds, he had barely reached his body’s limit; now, after frantically adding points, he had reached and even surpassed his ultimate threshold.

Every slight movement tore his skin.

Had he not previously tempered his will through bodily pain, he would have cried out in agony.

"Young master, are you alright?"

"Young master?"

Wang Fu, Wang Bao, and Liu Hu waited outside for Qin Feng. When they saw him emerge, their faces were about to show relief, but then they noticed the blood covering him.

Their expressions changed abruptly, concern, worry, and urgency flooding their voices as they questioned him.

"I'm fine. Better than ever!" Qin Feng picked up the spiked club with ease, feeling the immense power within, murmured, and strode out of the Qin compound.

He was headed for the Xue family, the Hong family, and the Wang family—he would make their corpses pile up like mountains, their blood flow in rivers!

"You wait for me here!" Qin Feng wrapped the spiked club in his robe, mounted his prized horse, and charged out of the Qin estate.

"Young master?"

"Young master?"

Wang Fu, Wang Bao, and Liu Hu chased after him, but Qin Feng rode his steed too swiftly for them to keep up, so they quickly returned to the Qin house.

"Quick, inform the master! The young master is likely going to annihilate the Wang, Xue, and Hong families!" Wang Fu called out loudly.

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"Xue family, Hong family, Wang family—you have gone too far, I will not spare you!"

"Grandmaster-level warrior, no matter how powerful you are, I fear you not!"

Qin Feng urged his horse toward the Xue family, his blood boiling, eager to clash with a Grandmaster.

"Who goes there? Dismount at once!"

"This is the Xue family—dismount immediately!"

The Xue family’s gate guards saw Qin Feng approaching on horseback and hurried to block his way, shouting.

"Out of my way!" Qin Feng roared, his arm raised, his robe falling away to reveal the spiked club, which he swung fiercely at those before him.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

...

The four guards felt the murderous wind, saw the savage club coming at them. Their eyes widened in terror as they tried to dodge.

But they were not even at the Bright Force level; despite their efforts, they could not evade Qin Feng’s strike.

All four were sent flying, their bodies pierced and hurled into the Xue compound.

"I am Qin Feng of the Qin family! All Xue family members, come out and meet your death!" Qin Feng let out a long howl, leaped from his steed, club in hand, and dashed into the Xue residence.

"How dare you trespass in the Xue family? Kill him!"

"It’s a Qin family martial artist—kill him, now!"

The Xue family guards rushed in, weapons drawn, charging at Qin Feng.

"Die," Qin Feng growled. With over five thousand pounds of strength and astonishing speed, his spiked club swung rapidly.

Each strike sent the guards before him flying, his overwhelming power crushing them.

Wherever Qin Feng passed, the guards lying on the ground were mangled, their bodies destroyed by sheer force.

"Use the iron net!"

"Quick, use the iron net!"

Xue Qin, chief of the Xue family guards, saw Qin Feng’s ferocity, as if no one could stand before him, and roared.

The iron net Xue Qin referred to was woven from steel rods as thick as fingers, specifically designed to trap powerful martial artists.

Around Qin Feng, the iron net was erected, forty-odd martial artists holding it tightly, quickly closing in.

"Ah!" Qin Feng’s eyes flashed with resolve. He jumped high, soaring ten meters off the ground, out of the iron net’s encirclement.

His leg muscles tore, his skin split open, blood soaking through his clothes.