readx; Su Hang smiled faintly and took out a small pot, "Have you heard of Sima Guang breaking the vat?"
"Huh?" Leng Feng's face twitched, truly suspecting that this kid was crazy. With a formidable enemy right in front of him, he was actually talking about Sima Guang breaking the vat.
"Bang!"
As if performing a magic trick, the small pot in Su Hang's hand suddenly grew larger, transforming into a large water vat nearly three meters in diameter in an instant. This scene stunned everyone.
Including Leng Feng, whose eyes were filled with shock.
Sima Vat Breaking the Vat!
This move was casually named by Su Hang. The vat, weighing a thousand pounds, felt weightless in his hands. With a light spin, he used all his strength to throw the water vat at Leng Feng.
A thousand-pound object, combined with the pressure of a spiritual treasure and Su Hang's strength, created a terrifying momentum. If it hit someone, it would likely crush them into a pulp.
Leng Feng was greatly alarmed. The water vat came at him with incredible speed, leaving him no way to avoid it. He quickly took out a yellow talisman, tightly pinching it between his fingers. Using some unknown method, the yellow talisman shone with a brilliant yellow light, rapidly elongating like a ribbon, wrapping tightly around his right arm.
A bright light flashed, and the mysterious incantations on the yellow talisman sank into his arm. His entire right arm swelled as if inflated, the muscles bulging, the clothes instantly torn, and the veins protruding. The golden talisman symbols on his skin made his arm seem to contain boundless power.
"Roar!"
The water vat was already upon him. Leng Feng roared and raised his single arm to meet the vat.
"Bang!"
His right arm firmly pressed against the bottom of the water vat. The massive impact force pressed Leng Feng's feet into the ground, up to his calves, and his body bent over.
A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating he had suffered a significant impact. However, he had managed to catch it.
Using his physical strength, he had caught the water vat thrown by Su Hang.
Su Hang was greatly surprised. The vat itself weighed a thousand pounds, and with the pressure of the spiritual treasure, it weighed at least five thousand pounds. Leng Feng could actually catch it, showing that his strength was truly extraordinary.
Ordinary martial disciples had a punch force of less than a thousand pounds. Theoretically, martial scholars could reach ten thousand pounds of force. Leng Feng was a ninth-rank martial scholar, so even if he didn't have ten thousand pounds of force, it shouldn't be far off. However, having a punch force of ten thousand pounds doesn't mean he had ten thousand pounds of strength.
Punch force is more about instantaneous explosive power and impact, like boxer Tyson, who could deliver a punch of 800 kilograms (1600 pounds). But if you asked him to lift 1600 pounds, it would be a joke; lifting 500 pounds would be impossible.
Now, Leng Feng faced a similar situation. Although he had ten thousand pounds of force, lifting two thousand pounds would be a struggle, let alone the five-thousand-pound vat thrown by Su Hang.
But he had lifted it, and it seemed he had only suffered a minor injury.
Born with superhuman strength?
Clearly not possible. Looking at the glowing talisman on Leng Feng's arm, it was probably thanks to this talisman.
"spiritual treasure, you actually have a spiritual treasure?"
Leng Feng was also in a bad state. Although the talisman's power helped, the massive force still pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. His bones creaked, his body bent over, and he couldn't even move, let alone throw the vat off.
"Quite knowledgeable, huh? How about it? It must be quite a struggle, right?" Su Hang looked at Leng Feng, his words tinged with mockery. Although this guy's performance surprised him, he was confident that with the Sima Vat, he could suppress him.
"Hmph, don't get too cocky. Once I kill you, your spiritual treasure will be mine." Leng Feng glared at Su Hang with venom, as if he wanted to tear him apart.
"Big talk!" Su Hang was full of disdain.
"Ugh!"
Leng Feng tried to lift the vat with all his might, but five thousand pounds was no small feat. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't budge it an inch.
"Ha, don't waste your effort!"
Su Hang sneered, stepping back to Su Xi's side, taking the bird gun from her hands, "Su Xi, turn around, close your eyes, and cover your ears. Don't look."
"Ah?" Su Xi, hearing this, looked at the bird gun in Su Hang's hands, seemingly realizing something, quickly turned around, covering her ears, and tightly closing her eyes.
Lifting the long barrel, he aimed directly at Leng Feng, who was holding up the vat, his intent to kill clear, "Leng Feng of the Talisman Martial School, right? You are indeed strong, but you're too arrogant. Unfortunately, you met me today, and I'll send you to meet your ancestors."
"You... stop, stop, little brother, let's talk this out!" Leng Feng's face turned pale with fear. Although he was arrogant, he wasn't arrogant enough to use his body to block a bird gun.
Pressed down by the Sima Vat, Leng Feng could only barely support it. It felt like a five-finger mountain was pressing down on him, leaving him unable to move. Standing there, he was a live target, with no way to dodge.
"Realized your mistake now? Too late!"
Su Hang had already decided to kill Leng Feng, showing no mercy. Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. If he didn't kill this one-armed man today, Su Hang could imagine the endless trouble that would follow. This was a desolate mountain, and with only a few people around, a death was too common.
"Bang!"
Gently pulling the trigger, a deafening explosion echoed, the powerful recoil forcing Su Hang to take a step back. The gun barrel spewed flames, and the iron sand in the barrel, propelled by the gunpowder, shot towards Leng Feng with immense force.
In Leng Feng's eyes, a dense cloud of iron sand was hurtling towards him. He wanted to dodge, but he had no strength to do so. In just a moment, it felt like countless arrows pierced his body.
Pain, excruciating pain. Several iron sand grains penetrated his chest, instantly piercing his internal organs, his heart bursting, and his life force rapidly draining.
Unwilling, infinitely unwilling!
Leng Feng's heart was filled with hatred. The Talisman Martial School had fallen to a single lineage, long losing its former glory. As the only living disciple of the Talisman Martial School, he had to join a secular gang, working as a bodyguard, bearing the responsibility to one day restore the glory of the Talisman Martial School.
He never imagined he would die like this. The talisman of great strength had allowed him to withstand Su Hang's water vat, but with only one arm, he couldn't use the Vajra talisman to block Su Hang's gun. All of this was just a hypothesis.