The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 444 - This Matter Can't be Hidden Anymore

Young Master Jin stood frozen, his eyes brimming with incredulity. He simply couldn't fathom that this was reality.

At home, he could send his coach flying with a single kick, yet Su Ming had effortlessly blocked his attack.

The Muay Thai expert scratched his head and remarked, “Mr. Su, judging by his expression, he doesn't appear to be just warming up.”

“I agree. It seems like he's put everything he's got into it.”

“Lucky for me, I didn't step into the ring. If I had, I'd have gone all out. At that rate, his arms and legs would probably be broken in no time,” the wrestling enthusiast added.

“Absolutely. I'd be on the offensive too. With my Form-Intention Fist, I could have him bedridden for six months,” the martial arts aficionado chimed in.

Young Master Jin's confusion deepened.

Why couldn't they remain silent?

Why did they feel the need to speak?

He was already scared, and their words only heightened his fear.

Truth be told, Young Master Jin's situation was rather pitiful. Despite having a slight edge in Taekwondo, his strength was largely a factor of his innate talent, which was, unfortunately, quite average.

Each time he took a strength test, he managed to kick his teacher away. But the truth was, his strength was minimal; it was all an act by the teacher. It wasn't due to a lack of responsibility or poor teaching on the teacher's part; rather, it was because Young Master Jin's secretion of male hormones was low, resulting in inadequate muscle strength.

Furthermore, this contributed to a less masculine demeanor. To boost his confidence, his family and teachers had collectively indulged in this deception.

Coming from a wealthy background, with bodyguards always at his side, he never had the opportunity to engage in a real fight. This is why he had always believed himself to be strong, when in reality, he was anything but.

Despite his inner turmoil, Young Master Jin, concerned about maintaining his dignity, withdrew his leg.

The onlookers could see right through him, recognizing his act.

Taking a deep breath, Young Master Jin convinced himself that he must have simply applied his force incorrectly.

It was all an illusion!

Undeterred, Young Master Jin charged at Su Ming once more, spinning around to deliver a kick.

The intention was good.

A back kick should be quick and forceful, yet his was neither—lacking in speed and strength.

Su Ming blinked, smacked his lips, and scratched his head before casually stepping back.

Even then, Young Master Jin had only just reached him.

“Your kick lacks power, it's too slow, and the form is all wrong. I can only give you two points for that effort.”

“Two points? That's overly generous. I'd give him just one.”

“Come on, give the guy some credit. It's not easy for him. I say three points.”

The spectators started to critique Young Master Jin's back kick.

His kick missed Su Ming entirely, and he couldn't control his momentum. He ended up spinning in a circle and crashing to the ground.

The onlookers winced at the sight.

“You're right. One point, tops.”

“Indeed. At this point, he doesn't need encouragement. Let's leave it at that.”

Young Master Jin had not only missed Su Ming but had also taken a tumble.

Hearing the crowd's comments, Young Master Jin was beside himself with fury.

“You dare to mock me!”

“You must give me the money, or else…”

His eyes darting around, Young Master Jin spotted the pliers gripping hot charcoal.

He seized the pliers, and the sizzling sound of meat being seared filled the air.

As white smoke billowed, Young Master Jin's cries of pain echoed.

The bystanders shook their heads, hands covering their foreheads.

Young Master Jin had foolishly grabbed the pliers by the metal end instead of the handle.

It was a painful mistake of his own making.

He had lost a fortune and now suffered a burn.

Humiliated and seething, Young Master Jin's judgment was clouded by rage.

He snatched up a nearby wine bottle and hurled it viciously at Su Ming's head.

“Mr. Su, watch out!” the people next to Su Ming called out in alarm.

Xiao Ke'er clasped her hand over her mouth, her expression a mix of concern and fear.

Su Ming's brow furrowed slightly as he sidestepped Young Master Jin's attempted bottle attack with ease.

He then delivered a palm strike to Young Master Jin's chest.

Stunned, Young Master Jin staggered backward and collapsed to the ground.

The man behind Su Ming inquired, “Mr. Su, what do you call that technique? Pushing-window-to-see-the-Moon Palm?”

Su Ming scratched his head. Though he was a master of combat, he had never bothered to name his moves formally.

The System had a very straightforward way of naming these techniques, albeit a bit outdated.

After a moment's thought, Su Ming replied, “That would be the Third Basic Palm.”

The man behind him paused, then said, “Mr. Su, that name is spot on. I'm not a fan of those over-the-top names.”

“Right, we feel the same way.”

“It's such a straightforward name.”

The others chimed in, echoing their approval in a chorus of voices.

Su Ming could only respond with a silent shrug.

Meanwhile, Young Master Jin was struggling with soreness all over his body, laboriously picking himself up from the floor.

Enraged, Young Master Jin grabbed a nearby chair and charged at Su Ming.

But Su Ming stood his ground this time, unfazed. No one around him called out a warning, not even Xiao Ke'er seemed concerned. That's because two figures swiftly intervened. One seized the chair with his left hand and clamped down on Young Master Jin's neck with his right, while the other bent down to hoist Young Master Jin's legs, slamming him hard against the floor. Young Master Jin's forehead thudded against the ground with a wince-inducing crack.

Onlookers winced and covered their ears at the sound, the impact resonating with a painful echo.

Then, another figure emerged, swiftly securing Young Master Jin's hands behind his back. With a swift motion, he produced a pair of gleaming handcuffs and snapped them around Young Master Jin's wrists.

These three were police officers.

They had been on patrol when they spotted Young Master Jin wielding a bottle as a weapon against Su Ming and had quickly intervened.

By the time Young Master Jin had grabbed the chair, they were already on the scene, ready to take him down with little effort.

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