The Favored Son of Heaven Chapter 223

The top martial arts recruits?

Qin Fen looked at Park Jong-Hwan and the others with some surprise. They had only gone outstation to perform two tasks, how did these arrogant top new recruits already get the approval to fight for this title?

He then looked at Squad Leader Hao. Some of the instructors also had a suspicious smile on their faces.

Without waiting for Qin Fen to speak, Park Jong-Hwan and several others pushed Qin Fen to move along.

Squad Leader Hao sighed as he saw Chen Feiyu. This batch of recruits was not something that was usually seen in the history of the Federation.

Qin Fen kept moving forward with the cluster as doubts filled his head.

Shouldn't you at least tell me what exactly happened?

Zha Can exchanged glances with a few people. Nobody wanted to start explaining, as this was a pretty embarrassing story.

Finally, Kyokushin Genichi sighed and said, “The American Military Region had sent two recruits to East Asia for an exchange before the Recruit Tournament. As a result, we all lost.”

America? Qin Fen's mouth hung open in surprise. Among all the continents, America was the country that had almost monopolized the spot of champion for all the Federation Recruit Tournaments on Earth, and still, they came here for an exchange?

Zha Can continued, “Losing was not a big deal at first. As long as we work hard to improve ourselves and win it back during the Recruit Tournament!”

Park Jong-Hwan said with a look of resentment, “But after they won and were about to leave, they dared to say that all of us here in East Asia are still a bunch of sick men of East Asia.”

“Sick men of East Asia?”

Qin Fen came to a halt. Although they had already entered the Federation era, there were actually still people who used this insulting phrase.

“Yes.” Gang Benwu had the same ugly expression, “So, we told both of them that the King of Battle in our boot camp was away for training, and dared them to stay for another fight.”

Qin Fen began to understand why these young martial artists who used to be presumptuous had all gathered here. Winning or losing doesn't matter, but insulting people as sick men of East Asia after winning was not something a man could tolerate. Plus, all true martial artists have a proud ego. If they remained indifferent in the face of such insult, there would no longer be the possibility for their powers to increase in their martial journey throughout their lives.

Qin Fen looked at Zha Can. Among all of the recruits, he was considered the strongest one.

“Incredibly strong.” A hint of admiration flashed across Zha Can's eyes, “The physical fitness of Westerners are indeed tiptop. If I didn't use my biochemical beast, I would have been defeated within seconds.”

“I used my biochemical beast…” Kyokushin Genichi went on to say, “And was still defeated within seconds.”

As their voices faded, a sense of dissatisfaction was shown within the resentful aura of the crowd. As someone who had fought with both Qin Fen as well as the American recruits, and thus had a rough grasp of both their strengths, he still wasn't exactly certain that Qin Fen could win.

A loud sound barrier roared over the sky and temporarily cut off the dissatisfactory aura among the people.

An X2 military helicopter soon landed. The airflow generated by the spinning of the huge helicopter fan blew at the young men coming down from the plane. Their clothes were flapping, and their short hair was swaying. The only things that were not affected at all by the strong wind were their steady footsteps.

Qin Fen smiled while standing at the same place. He did not expect that those who left for training with him would also return to the same boot camp on the same day.

Kyokushin Genichi was even more shocked to see these people. After not seeing this young man called Du Peng for so long, the spirit his actions brought had become completely different from when they had battled previously.

For a martial artist to have a major change in his spirit, he would either have gone through a great impact, causing his spirit to be weak or a major breakthrough in his martial strength.

Du Peng, who got off the plane, didn't show the slightest sorrow in his eyes though he no longer had the aura that was once as sharp as a knife.

His body was exuding a calm and steady vibe. His body clearly did not become much stronger, yet he gave out a sense of steadiness like a heavy mountain.

Du Peng's footsteps were steady but not slow in pace. The ground under his feet seemed to have shortened between his steps, and he quickly arrived in front of Qin Fen.

Du Peng glanced at the person beside Qin Fen, and his eyes suddenly showed the same look as Qin Fen had earlier. Finally, he set his vision on Qin Fen's face.

The moment their eyes met, they saw admiration in each other's eyes.

“Let's talk while we walk.”

Qin Fen's suggestion was immediately agreed upon by Du Peng.

This time, Qin Fen was the one to explain the reason why the others were injured and why they appeared here.

After a brief and concise explanation, Du Peng's face also turned cold as he heard the words “sick men of East Asia”.

An insult that came all the way from the other side of Earth across the sea to their doorstep was no longer just a random small state's matter. It was a matter that involved every East Asian recruit.

“Do you need a break before going?”

The Indian state recruit, who had never spoken before, raised a question slowly.

Qin Fen and Du Peng exchanged a glance again and replied simultaneously, “No, now is the best time.”

It was not difficult to locate where the American recruits were staying. They were staying at a corner of the boot camp. There was a small field opposite their front door that allowed them to carry out their daily training activities and practices.

The surface of the field was no longer as flat as it was before. The ground was filled with deep marks of soles.

A shiny head was on the ground, chewing gum in an inverted posture, and evaluating Qin Fen and the others lazily.

“This is James.” Park Jong-Hwan said softly, “Coming from one of the birthplaces of neo-martial arts, he had already practiced the 'The Superman's Power' of neo martial art. Apparently, he had already gone through six surgical transplants. If he didn't have a body that was strong enough, he would not have been able to bear the load of six surgical transplants at such a young age.”

Superman's Power? Qin Fen nodded slightly. He had already heard of this extremely expensive neo martial art during his days where he was just a so-called expert. It was a special technique the was developed according to the model of the American comic superhero, Superman.

When you've reached the apex-level in practicing Superman's Power, you would naturally have the power as strong as Superman.

Of course, Qin Fen had heard about Superman's Power. It was rumored that Superman had the strength to speed up Earth's rotation. However, nobody knew if those who practiced Superman's Power actually had the strength similar to Superman in the end.

But Qin Fen was very clear on the price of Superman's Power, as well as the strict conditions required for practice. This new martial art that required an extraordinarily strong body; it could be said that this martial art was created specifically for the Westerners physique.

James tucked and stretched his neck, and bounced his body up like a spring, returning to the upright position with his feet on the ground. He reached for his shiny and slippery head and shouted with exaggeration, “Wow. Let me see who this is. Our lovely little sheep are here. Thomas! I think we have reached the time for us to go home.”

The door opened with a squeak, Thomas was holding a comb made of rhinoceros bone and was grooming his golden hair. The metal tag that was hanging on his chest shook gently.

“You have been beaten, you have been bashed, and you have been sent to the hospital…” Thomas pointed his comb to Park Jong-Hwan and others in order, and finally stopped midway, “Eh? Didn't you say that there was only one person we haven't bashed up? Why are there two?”

“Thomas…” Chewing his gum, James walked brazenly to Thomas and condemned him, “This is where you're wrong. Our lovely little sheep were afraid that our friendship would be destroyed from fighting over beating up just one person, so they specially provided two of them for us.”

“Ohh…so that's the case.” Thomas showed an exaggerated smile. He tucked his comb in his waist and tucked his hair behind his ears: “The Easterns are indeed hospitable. I didn't believe it before, but I am finally willing to believe it now. Not only did some of their women welcome us with incredible hospitality, but now, even the men are equally as hospitable.”

Zha Can's face suddenly became gloomy. There were indeed a few female soldiers from the boot camp that had secretly done things with these two men that violated the military rules.

“Which of you is first?” Thomas rolled his shoulders slowly and swayed his body left to right irregularly, “If you are afraid, you can both come together. Rest assured, this will not affect my friendship with James.”

“Thomas, neo martial art Steel War Body.” Kyokushin Genichi's eyes twitched slightly as if he was recalling the tragic situation during their fight, “His martial skills are extremely messy; there's the new Karate method, judo, and even boxing…”

“Thomas, you are too anxious.” James blew a bubble with his gum, “You should always ask the opponent's name before fighting. Otherwise, how are we going to write the report when we get back? Don't tell me that you're planning to write that we were too anxious and had already knocked out the person before asking for his name?”

“Oh, you are right.” Thomas nodded humbly and said, “You should already know our names, right? Shouldn't you guys also report your names as a form of courtesy?”

Kyokushin Genichi was enraged when he saw that Thomas had the same carefree expression he had on the day he was beaten up. “Thomas, James! Please remember that the people who will defeat you today go by the names Qin Fen and Du Peng!”

“Qin Fen?”

Thomas and James looked at each other and saw a lost look in each other's eyes. This name was completely absent from the information they were given before they came, it was a name that had never been heard before.

“Du Peng?”

Thomas scratched his temples with his index finger, and looked as if he was in serious thought, “Eastern, surnamed Du. The more famous ones are only the Snake King General Du Heng and his family. I think there was one from the current generation who was called something like Du Zhanpeng. He was extolled by the Eastern military to have a seemingly promising future…”

Thomas paused and looked at James to signal for help, “Did I remember correctly? I think his name was Du Zhanpeng?”

“I think so.” James nodded first, then waved his hand and smiled, “Who cares about his name? The Orientals are the best at bragging. They would brag about discovering some genius every year. But which one had we not sent into hospitals after beating them up?”

“True.” Thomas switched from having a curious expression to sneering disdainfully, “Orientals love to bootlick. No matter how lacking the Snake King's grandson is, he would still have a bunch of bootlickers right? Too bad this military camp doesn't seem to have the Snake King's grandson, otherwise I really wish to crush his bones and listen to his scream…”

Thomas suddenly stopped talking and looked toward the direction of a cold murderous aura.

It was unsure when, but the young martial artists that were standing beside Du Peng had already taken a few steps back subconsciously. They were all staring at Du Peng with surprise, unable to comprehend his sudden transformation from being as steady as the mountains into such an icy cold murderous aura.

Qin Fen also stepped back silently. If we were to say that humans were like dragons that had certain scales that couldn't be touched, the name Du Zhanpeng was undoubtedly the most sacred and inviolable scale for Du Peng.

Du Peng raised his arm slowly, pointed at Thomas and said with a low voice: “You, come out.”

Thomas' spirit tightened. The disdain on his face had long disappeared without a trace, and his intention for battle leaped in excitement within his body. His shimmering eyes were evaluating Du Peng. “A pro! Much stronger than the previous sick men of East Asia. You must be the secret weapon among the East Asian recruits right?”

Steel atoms rushed out from the accumulators within his body and spread throughout each corner of his body by following the simulation of true energy. There was a faint glow on his white skin that was similar to the reflection of sunlight.

Five-star peak!

Kyokushin Genichi's chin sank. It turned out that Thomas did not even use his full strength during their previous battle? A strong sense of humiliation was blowing the confidence that had just been built not too long ago.

“Oriental kid, I don't know why you got so angry suddenly.” Thomas walked toward Du Peng at a steady pace, like the “Terminator” in the sci-fi movie.

Each step he took would inevitably leave a mark that was several centimeters deep, and the stones that twirled around him added onto his devil-like aura.

James was chewing his gum leisurely, complimenting Thomas' improvement in aura silently. Creating a deafening momentum before actually coming into contact could suppress the opponent's exertion of power.

Du Peng stared coldly at Thomas: “Have you heard of the Seven Stars Immortal Thunder Bone Wrecking Fist?”

Without waiting for Thomas to reply, Du Peng's true energy rapidly spread throughout his body. His feet were like the huge battle horses of the ancient battlefield, stepping on the ground with full force that caused a visible circular spread of energy on the ground. Before the gravel managed to leave the ground, his body had already split the air and rushed right in front of Thomas.

Six-star level!?

As the thought had just crossed Thomas' mind, Du Peng's fist had already transformed into a black shadow and slammed into his body, making the sound of an air-filled tire bursting.

“Oh…no…” James frustratingly raised his hand to cover his eyes. He could hear the sound of fists hitting the tire.

The quick and continuous sounds had come and gone quickly.

In a flash, the continuous rapid beating stopped at a final loud bang.

Thomas fell backward with a distance of about ten meters, and his feet that slid on the ground made a visible mark on the path he had traveled.

He stared blankly at Du Peng, who had a cold expression. The shock on his face gradually turned into a smile, then eventually into a sly laugh. “This is your so-called Seven Stars Immortal Thunder Bone Wrecking Fist? Hahaha…apparently even a six-star martial artist's strength of attack couldn't break my five-star peak Steel War Body! Hahaha…the beating earlier wasn't even enough to cause an itch. Sick man of East Asia indeed! Are you done? So, it should be my turn now.”

“Moron.”

Du Peng didn't even bother looking at him. He coldly dropped a note and left the battle ring while Thomas, James, Kyokushin Genichi and other martial artists watched with curiosity.

Kyokushin Genichi looked, confused, at Zha Can. Zha Can shook his head profusely. This battle technique that was only able to push someone ten meters back yet not cause any damage would probably be useful in an arena to directly push the opponent off the stage.

However, it was a completely flashy method to be used for a competition between skills.

James took off his hand that was covering his eyes and looked at his companion curiously. How could he have no injuries at all after taking that storm-like attack? Is James's Steel War Body already able to withstand the blow of six-star martial artists?

“Moron? Soon you'll know, who is the moron among us.”

Thomas jerked his right leg.

Crack…crack…crack…

Pa…

There was first the sound of bones breaking within Thomas' body, followed by the sound of an extremely rapid shattering of the bones. There was a continuous sound of shattering that came from every piece of his skeleton.

Even his hard, steel-like skin began to show muscle cracks at this moment.

The next moment…

Thomas looked at his body muscles in horror. He seemed to have lost control of the muscles that usually jumped and drummed whenever he wanted.

They squirmed autonomously and began to squeeze against each other, creating an explosive split under his skin…

Pomp…

The demon-like strong man who was still standing firm the previous second had now softened into a pile of meat and fell to the ground like slime. His limbs were twitching unconsciously.

Thomas looked at Du Peng in horror. He didn't even have the ability to speak. The bones of his jaw and cheeks were all shattered!

But, the fist just now! It did not hit his cheek. It only hit him in his chest.

Then, all the bones that were not even touched by his fists all shattered.

James looked at Du Peng as if he was a monster. What is this weird paleo martial art? It did not leave a single scar on the surface of his body, yet it caused the whole body to collapse the moment the attacked moved his body himself.

Kyokushin Genichi and Zha Can saw an extreme shock in each other's eyes. Was Du Peng this strong in the past? Was there such a fierce punch?

Du Peng was condescending. He stared at Thomas like he was staring at a pile of rubbish on the ground. “Didn't you want to hear the sound of bones crushing? Have you heard it now? Is it nice? I think it sounds very nice. What is your name? Forget it, I don't want to know either. I just want to tell you that a moron like you, who couldn't beat me, is not worthy of being my brother's opponent. You're not even qualified to simply mention his name. ”

“You…your brother…” James forcefully swallowed his saliva. He had a bad feeling in his heart.

“Du Zhanpeng.”

Chapter end