Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 12

“Jiang Tian, you idiot, go ahead and get yourself beaten to a pulp. At least then I won’t look so pathetic and miserable in comparison…” Hu Feng sneered, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he watched with gleeful schadenfreude.

“Wait, Jiang Tian, you…”

Zhao Qianru, Wu Fangfei, and the other girls stared at Jiang Tian’s slightly thin figure, their eyes filled with shock, but also a deep sense of gratitude and guilt.

Throughout the night, their group had relentlessly mocked Jiang Tian.

But when push came to shove, Jiang Qiushui and Hu Feng had abandoned them without a second thought. It was Jiang Tian, the so-called “loser” they had looked down on, who stepped up to protect them.

“Jiang Tian, you can’t do this! Come back!”

Zhao Qianru stomped her foot in frustration, tears welling up in her eyes.

Her brother-in-law was having another episode, acting crazy again!

He was weak, so weak that he couldn’t even beat her sister in a fight. How could he possibly stand a chance against Zhou Zhenghao and his gang of thugs?

The difference in strength was like a tiny rabbit challenging a prehistoric T-Rex. This wasn’t bravery—it was suicide!

“Well, well, looks like we’ve got a hero trying to save the day!”

Zhou Zhenghao looked at Jiang Tian with disdain and burst into mocking laughter. “But in my eyes, you’re no hero. I’ll turn you into a bear in no time! You’ve got a death wish, don’t you? Ah Hu, take him out!”

“Boss, are you sure you want me to handle this? I might just kick him to death with one move!”

Ah Hu grinned viciously, stepping forward and launching a high whip kick aimed directly at Jiang Tian’s neck.

In an instant, the air seemed to split as the force of the kick created a sharp whistling sound.

Even from three meters away, everyone could hear the terrifying whoosh of the kick.

“Ah Hu’s strength is terrifying. Jiang Tian is done for. That kick could shatter a brick!” Hu Feng thought to himself, his heart racing.

“Ah!” The girls screamed in unison.

“Too weak.”

Jiang Tian shook his head slightly, his hand shooting out with precision to grab Ah Hu’s ankle. With a subtle twist of his wrist, a crisp crack echoed through the room.

“Ahhh!” Ah Hu let out a blood-curdling scream as his ankle shattered.

Without missing a beat, Jiang Tian stepped forward and delivered what seemed like a light, almost casual punch to Ah Hu’s chest.

“Immortal Martial Arts—First Form!”

“Mountain-Splitting Fist!”

Thud!

A spray of blood erupted from Ah Hu’s mouth as he was sent flying like a ragdoll. He slammed into the wall with a deafening crash, then slid down to the floor, unconscious.

The entire room fell into stunned silence.

“How… how is he so strong?”

Jiang Qiushui muttered under his breath, his face pale with shock. He had been mocking Jiang Tian all night. If Jiang Tian had held a grudge, he would have been crippled by now.

“This can’t be real!” Hu Feng swallowed hard, unable to believe what he had just witnessed.

As a fan of taekwondo, he knew exactly what it meant to send a 160-pound man flying over five meters with a single punch. Jiang Tian’s strength had to be in the hundreds of pounds—pushing the limits of human capability!

Zhao Qianru, Wu Fangfei, and Ding Yahan stared at Jiang Tian in disbelief, as if they had just seen a ghost in broad daylight.

“Not bad, kid!”

Even Zhou Zhenghao was momentarily taken aback. But as a seasoned gang leader who had seen his fair share of battles, he quickly regained his composure.

Tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest of his chair, he said coolly, “No wonder you’ve got some guts. But Ah Hu is only the third strongest among my men. If you face the other two, you’re still out of your depth!”

“Is that so? I’d like to test that theory,” Jiang Tian replied calmly.

In his past life, Jiang Tian had dominated the cosmos, suppressing an entire era. Countless demons and monsters had bowed before him, honoring him as the “Primordial Immortal Venerable.”

How could a few gangsters and ordinary mortals possibly intimidate him?

“Fine, fine! Let me show you what you’re up against!”

Zhou Zhenghao slammed his half-smoked cigar onto the ground, grinding it under his heel as he let out a sinister laugh.

“If you walk out of the Imperial Club in one piece today, I’ll change my last name to yours!”

As soon as he finished speaking, two burly men stepped forward, slowly advancing toward Jiang Tian.

One of them stripped off his shirt, revealing a muscular, bronze-toned body, his hands wrapped in hemp rope.

The other wore a white taekwondo uniform, his long legs moving with steady precision, a black belt tied around his waist.

“These two are my true aces. Dong Yin, a Muay Thai champion who once won a gold belt in Macau’s no-holds-barred fighting circuit. And Park Dae-hoon, a fourth-degree black belt in taekwondo. These two are my ultimate trump cards!”

Zhou Zhenghao sneered at Jiang Tian. “So, I ask you again—what makes you think you can challenge me?”

“What makes me think I can challenge you?”

Facing the overwhelming pressure, Jiang Tian raised his pale, delicate hand and smiled faintly. “These fists are enough.”

“Dong Yin? Park Dae-hoon?” Hu Feng’s face turned pale as he recognized the names. He had watched their fight videos countless times, idolizing them from afar.

But he never imagined they would be working under Zhou Zhenghao. Zhou Zhenghao truly was a top-tier gang leader in Linzhou, with resources and connections far beyond his imagination.

“No wonder Zhou Zhenghao dominates Linzhou. It’s not just because of the powerful figures backing him—he’s got real skills himself, recruiting such formidable fighters!” Jiang Qiushui sighed, feeling utterly outclassed.

“What are you all standing around for? While Jiang Tian’s holding them off, let’s get out of here!” Wu Fangfei grabbed Zhao Qianru’s hand and started dragging her toward the exit.

Ding Yahan and the other girls hesitated for a moment before following suit.

“I’ll protect you!”

Hu Feng and Jiang Qiushui scrambled after them, trying to justify their cowardice with a noble excuse.

“No, I’m staying with Jiang Tian!”

Zhao Qianru, who had been dragged all the way to the door, suddenly shook off Wu Fangfei’s grip. She grabbed a beer bottle from the table and stood firmly behind Jiang Tian.

Jiang Tian felt a surge of warmth in his heart, but his lips curled into a disdainful smile. “Come at me together. You’re all too weak—hardly worth my time.”

“You’re asking for it!”

Dong Yin’s face darkened as he suddenly lunged forward, leaping into the air and bringing his elbow down like a sledgehammer toward Jiang Tian’s head.

Reverse Elbow Strike!

Muay Thai was renowned for its power and agility, utilizing fists, legs, knees, and elbows as deadly weapons. The Reverse Elbow Strike was one of its most lethal techniques.

The force of the strike was like a giant axe splitting the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that made everyone’s ears ring.

“Beautiful!” Zhou Zhenghao clapped in admiration, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

When he had first recruited Dong Yin, the Muay Thai fighter had demonstrated this move by shattering a five-centimeter-thick slate, leaving everyone in awe.

Once, Zhou Zhenghao had even tested Dong Yin’s strength, and the result was staggering—600 pounds of force!

No matter how strong Jiang Tian was, he was still flesh and blood. His head would be crushed like a watermelon under such a blow.

“Tsk, tsk. With skills like these, you dare call yourselves experts and strut around like you own the place? How laughable.”

Jiang Tian sighed, his expression calm and composed, a faint smile playing on his lips as he shook his head.

Just as Dong Yin’s elbow was about to connect with his skull, Jiang Tian moved.

“Immortal Martial Arts—Fifth Form!”

“Void-Shattering Strike!”

In that instant, Jiang Tian’s aura changed completely. His hands rose and formed a circle, as if cradling an infinite void, a universe of boundless depth.

With a swift motion, Jiang Tian twisted his hands, and a series of sickening cracks echoed through the room. Dong Yin’s arms, once as hard as forged bronze, were now gushing blood, broken in multiple places.

Thud!

Dong Yin collapsed to the ground like a lifeless sack of meat.

Despite being ten times stronger than Ah Hu, Dong Yin’s fate was no different.

Jiang Tian had taken him down with a single, effortless move.