Chapter 079: A Movement That Shakes Heaven and Earth

At this moment, Tu Manjiang was utterly astonished. He finally took a careful look at the young man before him—a slender frame, empty of true energy, a pale and delicate face. No matter how he examined him, he seemed nothing more than a frail scholar incapable of even binding a chicken.

Yet it was this utterly ordinary youth who had spoken such incisive words about martial arts and body training, and who had managed to defeat Tu Manjiang’s cherished disciple, Wu Dong, with a single punch. Tu Manjiang found it utterly inconceivable.

Facing Lin Le’s gentle, soft-spoken questioning, Tu Manjiang felt as though a mountain had been pressed upon his heart, leaving him speechless and breathless.

The Zhao father and son, seeing Tu Manjiang standing there in a daze for so long, grew puzzled, unable to fathom what he was thinking.

After a long moment, Tu Manjiang drew a deep breath and said, “I won’t kill you. Today, I’ll only cripple one of your arms—a lesson for your youthful arrogance, so you might remember it.”

The Zhao father and son felt a slight pang of disappointment at his words. Merely crippling one of Lin Le’s arms was far from satisfactory. Lin Le had beaten them both to a pulp, and this was hardly enough to ease their humiliation. They schemed that, if Tu Manjiang didn’t finish him off, they would take matters into their own hands once Lin Le was disabled.

“As for what you said just now, I’ll take it as nothing but empty boasting,” Tu Manjiang continued.

He chose to stand his ground. The body training he practiced was a lifelong pursuit, begun in childhood and carried through three or four decades to reach his current mastery. For him, this discipline was not merely a method—it was his very life. How could he possibly deny his own existence?

Lin Le seemed unconcerned by Tu Manjiang’s words.

“Since you’re so magnanimous, I won’t be stingy either. I won’t kill you, but will only cripple one of your arms,” Lin Le said coldly.

“With what? Why don’t you look in the mirror and see what you really are!” Zhao Mingyi immediately cursed.

He thought Lin Le was unbearably arrogant. Who was Tu King Kong? A warrior god! He could speak so boldly because he had the strength to back it up. But Lin Le? He might not even survive, yet dared to talk so big—truly shameless!

“Exactly! Brat, do you know who you’re facing? This man is…” Zhao Hu began, but before he could finish, Tu King Kong shot him a furious glare. Terrified, Zhao Hu immediately shut his mouth.

Since he hadn’t planned to kill his opponent, Tu Manjiang had no intention of revealing his true identity.

“Enough talk. Let’s settle this,” he said.

Since Lin Le dared to insult the martial discipline he had devoted half his life to, Tu Manjiang would let his strength speak for itself and show this boy the true terror of a master of body training.

With a sudden roar, Tu Manjiang unleashed a thunderous, bestial cry, as deafening as rolling thunder. The roar carried immense force, causing the air itself to tremble.

“What?” The Zhao father and son were startled by the roar, feeling their organs quake within them. Tu King Kong—he truly lived up to his name! That roar alone radiated overwhelming might.

They felt their chances of victory had grown. Lin Le, you think you’re so formidable? Let’s see how you fare before Tu King Kong!

The recently unconscious Wu Dong, struck down by Lin Le’s punch, was also jolted awake by Tu King Kong’s roar. His eyes snapped open.

Seeing his master facing Lin Le, Wu Dong was first shocked, then a triumphant smile curled on his lips. He had lost unexpectedly to Lin Le and felt a deep resentment, but now that his master was taking action, the boy would suffer a far worse defeat! Wu Dong hadn’t seen Tu Manjiang fight in years; today, he would witness it firsthand.

At the same time, Lin Le, facing Tu Manjiang, could sense the other’s strength in his roar.

Powerful—truly powerful!

Since Lin Le had returned from the Central Bureau, he had not encountered such a formidable opponent—strength comparable to a grandmaster, far beyond ordinary imagination.

It seemed this time, he would have to give his all.

Just then, with a resounding boom, Tu Manjiang finally made his move.

He stomped the ground, launching himself like a giant god, tearing through the air as he charged at Lin Le. The ground beneath his feet shattered, earth flying in all directions.

The Zhao father and son felt the earth tremble as Tu Manjiang moved—a movement that shook heaven and earth. This was beyond mortal; it was divine.

Tu Manjiang’s body towered like a mountain, swift as thunder; in a flash, he was upon Lin Le, enveloping him within his deadly range.

Impossible to withstand head-on.

Startled, Lin Le quickly retreated a step.

No sooner had he stepped back than Tu Manjiang’s fist, charged with powerful energy, swept toward him.

Lin Le twisted aside, ducking his head.

With a gusting whoosh, the massive fist roared past Lin Le’s ear, close enough to sting his eardrum as if blown by a hurricane.

Had Lin Le been an ordinary man, just the wind from that punch would have ruptured his eardrum, leaving him instantly deaf.

The punch grazed his cheek, causing the flesh to ripple from the force.

With a heavy thud, the punch smashed into a nearby tree, gouging out a chunk the size of a bowl.

“My god!” Zhao Hu cried out in shock.

He’d thought himself a skilled fighter, but seeing Tu Manjiang strike, he felt utterly insignificant, unable to withstand even a single blow.

Wu Dong let out a smug grunt, inwardly delighted. Brat, today I’ll see how you die!

Having set the pace with his first punch, Tu Manjiang pressed forward like a steel-armored war machine, crushing everything in his path—splintered wood, cracked earth, devastating force.

“Boy, your mouth is quick, but your skills are nothing but empty talk. What use is that?” Tu Manjiang sneered as he advanced.

“We’ll see soon enough,” Lin Le replied calmly.

“Let’s see how long you can keep talking!”

With that, Tu Manjiang threw another punch, aiming straight for Lin Le’s face.

Lin Le ducked low; the gust from the punch whipped his hair, narrowly missing him.

With a thunderous bang, Tu Manjiang’s fist struck the tree behind Lin Le, splitting the thick trunk clean in two.

With another crash, the seven- or eight-meter tall tree toppled to the ground.

“Now’s the moment!” Lin Le seized the opportunity, his expression steely as he launched a punch directly at Tu Manjiang’s jaw.

As the punch approached, Tu Manjiang, unable to dodge, snorted dismissively. What if you found an opening? You’re overestimating yourself…

Before he could finish the thought, Lin Le’s fist landed squarely on his jaw.

Tu Manjiang believed that, with his perfected body training, even taking a punch would do no harm. But to his surprise, Lin Le’s seemingly soft and powerless blow exploded upon impact, unleashing a massive force like a tidal wave.

With a deafening boom, Tu Manjiang was hurled backward, completely upended by the overwhelming power.