Chapter 55 - The Needle at the Bottom of the Sea

The surging momentum within Ye Chenfeng’s body made Fang Nanxiang feel his inner strength becoming somewhat blocked, his eyes growing incredibly heavy.He was absolutely certain that Ye Chenfeng was the most skilled person he had encountered in all his years. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFɪre.nᴇt

Fang Nanxiang even doubted if Ye Chenfeng had begun training while still in his mother’s womb; otherwise, how could someone so young possess such formidable skills?

Not to mention his precise marksmanship and divine medical skills, Ye Chenfeng seemed to exist purely to crush other people’s spirits.

How were the countless male compatriots of Huaxia Country supposed to live with this?

Despite his shock, the powerful strength of Ye Chenfeng made Fang Nanxiang’s blood boil even more.

This feeling had only occurred when he was in the special forces years ago.

“Ah!” With a loud shout, Fang Nanxiang charged at Ye Chenfeng, his fists like a ferocious tiger, repeatedly closing in on Ye Chenfeng’s face, but each was effortlessly dodged by Ye Chenfeng.

After all, the disparity in their strength was clear, and it was impossible for Ye Chenfeng to lose to Fang Nanxiang.

The fists came at him again, and Fang Nanxiang’s attack was incredibly fast, each move seamlessly flowing into the next, each punch carrying the force of a tiger’s wrath.

Had their strengths been comparable, Ye Chenfeng would have definitely been overwhelmed by this ferocity.

But Ye Chenfeng’s strength was several times greater than his, making Fang Nanxiang’s ferocious punches seem like child’s play to him.

As he dodged Fang Nanxiang’s attack, Ye Chenfeng landed a kick on his opponent’s knee, causing Fang Nanxiang to kneel on one knee instantly.

By the time he tried to stand and continue the attack, he realized his neck was held in a firm grip.

He had no doubt that if Ye Chenfeng exerted any force, it would be the end of him.

Ye Chenfeng retracted his hand and said, “Brother Fang, your boxing technique is actually very strong.

If you faced an opponent with a similar level of strength, executing this technique would give you at least a ninety percent chance of winning.”

Fang Nanxiang responded with a wry smile, “Mr.

Ye, please don’t mock me.

Are you also studying boxing techniques?”

Fang Nanxiang voiced the doubt in his heart.

Only a true connoisseur could understand the advantages of his boxing technique, yet Ye Chenfeng had pinpointed its secrets effortlessly.

Speaking of boxing techniques, in his previous life, Ye Chenfeng had learned no less than a hundred different sets.

However, many had flaws, and over time, Ye Chenfeng began to improve upon various boxing techniques.

It could be said that he had done extensive research on them.

“I do have my own insights into boxing techniques.

Brother Fang, if you don’t mind, could you perform your boxing technique for me to observe?” asked Ye Chenfeng.

Perhaps he could enhance the power of the technique even further.

“Mr.

Ye, please watch carefully.

This boxing technique has been passed down in my family for generations,” replied Fang Nanxiang.

He wasn’t afraid of Ye Chenfeng stealing the technique; he was sure that with Ye Chenfeng’s strength, such an act was beneath him.

Fang Nanxiang slowly demonstrated each move of his boxing technique before Ye Chenfeng.

Drawing from his extensive knowledge of various techniques, Ye Chenfeng quickly identified the weaknesses of this technique and conceived improvements.

With these improvements, both the ‘momentum’ and attack power could be increased several times over.

No sooner had Fang Nanxiang finished demonstrating his boxing technique than Ye Chenfeng said, “Brother Fang, pay close attention.

I believe this will be helpful to you.”

Ye Chenfeng slowly performed the improved boxing technique in front of Fang Nanxiang, leaving him nearly swallowing his own tongue in astonishment.

Had Ye Chenfeng memorized the technique after just one viewing, and made improvements?

The attack power between each move had increased several times over.

Could a human being even achieve such a feat?

This boxing technique was a hereditary skill of Fang Nanxiang’s family, and for so many years, no one had managed to improve it.

Yet, who would have thought that Ye Chenfeng would perfect it after just one glance?

“Brother Fang, how is it?

It should be helpful to you, shouldn’t it?” After completing the set of boxing moves, Ye Chenfeng asked doubtfully.

“Mr.

Ye, I truly can’t thank you enough.

With your improvements, this set of boxing techniques has become nearly flawless.

I can’t believe this is real,” Fang Nanxiang said, unable to express the shock in his heart, his face flushed with excitement.

After giving guidance to Fang Nanxiang, Ye Chenfeng used his Soul Force to repair the damaged organs in Zhao Qihua’s body and prescribed a medicinal formula.

As long as he took it for half a year, Zhao Qihua’s body would be able to recover to the state before he was poisoned.

Following the events at the Zhaos’ residence, the family had little appetite that evening and ate quite sparingly.

Ye Chenfeng, on the other hand, was indifferent, as he was not particularly picky about food.

Only at the dinner table did Zhao Wanting occasionally cast him resentful glances, which greatly perplexed Ye Chenfeng.

He didn’t know what he had done to upset Zhao Wanting.

Why had she become like a resentful wife?

They say a woman’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the ocean; even if you were a love expert, you probably couldn’t fathom the ever-changing minds of millions of women all over the world.

Under the earnest persuasion of Zhao Qihua, Ye Chenfeng decided to stay at the Zhaos’.

In his room, looking down at the trampled Yun Teng Mushrooms on the ground, he took a deep sigh.

It seemed necessary to make a trip to the Primeval Forest.

Yun Teng Mushrooms provided significant aid in boosting his strength, or else when would he be able to break through from the Third Level to the Fourth Level of Soul Force?

The prospect of returning to his peak state from his previous life seemed even more distant.

With Ye Chenfeng’s acute hearing, he heard faint footsteps pacing outside his room.

Preparing to see what was going on, he opened the door and was startled to find Zhao Wanting wearing only a thin nightgown, through which he could even discern the outline of her figure.

Upon seeing Ye Chenfeng open the door, Zhao Wanting nervously clasped her hands together and asked timidly, “May I come into your room?”

Since they had already been intimate, Ye Chenfeng saw no need for pretense.

He let Zhao Wanting into the room and then closed the door behind them.

Zhao Wanting bit her lip, her eyes full of unspoken feelings, and after a moment, she hesitantly asked, “Chenfeng, were you and Su Man once in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship?”

At that moment, Ye Chenfeng finally realized what was going on.

No wonder the look in Zhao Wanting’s eyes had been a bit off—was she feeling jealous?

With a slight smile, Ye Chenfeng said, “Wanting, are you jealous?”

Zhao Wanting, thinking that Ye Chenfeng was acknowledging it, hastily turned away and murmured, “Who’s jealous of you?

You’re not mine, am I even entitled to be jealous?”

Ye Chenfeng helplessly shook his head and embraced Zhao Wanting from behind.

She struggled for a while but eventually allowed him to hold her.

Ye Chenfeng said, “Wanting, you are my woman, and no matter what, I will always take good care of you.

As for Yao Suman, things between us are not as you imagine.”