C8 Cuba's Tragedy

Han Feng yelled out again, "Ass Breaking Finger!"

After trying out several tactics, Han Feng finally unleashed his true attack.

In this battle, Han Feng had only used his Internal Strength on two occasions. The first instance was when Cuba charged at him. But after he resisted the attack, he sent Cuba flying away.

Han Feng felt that Cuba would certainly be insulted and bitter about it. After three years of cultivating his Internal Strength, he was overpowered by someone who only cultivated it for just one day. Such a record was enough to make Cuba the object of ridicule between the boys of the Han family.

Since then, Han Feng continued to fend off subsequent attacks, and although he was flustered, this wasn't a major problem as he didn't suffer any severe injuries. However, it certainly drove Cuba crazy. The anger in his heart flared up again, and his onslaughts became more tumultuous. Every punch he threw out consumed a lot of his physical and Internal Strength. Thus, not only could Han Feng evade more easily, but he could also cover the real attack.

With Han Feng's second surge of incredible speed, Cuba barely had time to think of anything else after his anger consumed him. His heart was filled with desperation and the urge to vanquish Han Feng.

After this, Han Feng seized the opportunity and quickly moved behind Cuba.

It was also possible because Cuba had wasted much of his energy and Internal Strength. Otherwise, it would be hard for Han Feng to get behind him at his usual speed.

Also, Cuba was still inexperienced and lacked battle consciousness. Han Feng's approach was still okay when used on Cuba, but it probably wouldn't have much effect if he went up against skilled cultivators like Instructor Lin who had often fought with the Devil Beast. Instructor Lin might even see through his movements and techniques right from the start.

Suddenly, two small Internal Strengths set off one after the other. Han Feng had little Internal Strength left on his body, and he used up the rest when he did the Ass Breaking Finger Skill.

The destructive power of his two index fingers soon expanded.

As a Martial Cultivator supported by his Internal Strength, Han Feng's physical attributes differed immensely from others, far more than ordinary people.

Once a Martial Cultivator reached the advanced level, even if his Internal Strength wasn't circulating, he wouldn't be affected by an ordinary person's punch, much less solicit a frown. The only time the attack would work was if he hit the cultivator's weak points, such as the throat or the crotch.

Even though Cuba was deeply irritating, he was still one of the Han family's servants. Of course, Han Feng wouldn't execute him, so he wouldn't even consider attacking Cuba's throat and groin. If by any chance he failed to recognize this, he could hurt or even kill Cuba. Things would then turn out badly.

Following a series of eliminations, Cuba's chrysanthemum entered Han Feng's eyes.

Compared to the throat and crotch, the chrysanthemum also had the same effect. But by comparison, as long as the attack using the chrysanthemum was properly controlled, it wouldn't cause any fatal risk to Cuba. At best, the chrysanthemum would only bring discomfort for a few days, leaving the victim lying down all the time.

Several days later, Han Feng supposed that even without this trivial technique, it would be enough to take care of Cuba.

Cuba had very little endurance and Internal Strength left, so how could he resist Han Feng's extremely tricky move? He uttered a terrifying cry that rattled the heavens and the earth.

The Second Brothers of the Han family who were watching the fight seemed perturbed, and their hips had unconscious traction caused by the tension.

"That's so terrifying! Oh, my goodness, I can't even look!"

"Woah! Brother Han Feng is scary as hell. I wish I could hide behind my mother's skirt!" A ten-year-old boy who just joined blurted out.

Han Feng's actions left a huge impact on their young hearts, which directly led their perception of him to transform to a monstrous level.

Most of the boys watched Han Feng in horror and unconsciously retreated several steps. When they glanced at Cuba, they were already filled with sympathy.

Han Lin's mouth took on an unpleasant twist as he looked at the turn of events. He touched his backside unconsciously, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and silently walked to a different area to practice a Martial Skill.

Han Lieh and Han Gu both swallowed hard and nervously held their breaths.

Han Lieh declared, "Luckily, Han Lin didn't take the chance because Han Feng is so sneaky. Although Han Lin is strong, there's a high chance that he will get beaten."

Suddenly, they pictured out Han Lin lying on the floor looking pained while he held the chrysanthemum in midair. The sight of blood gushing out of his mouth made them shudder with fear, and their faces soon turned pale. Then they left the crowd at once without looking back at the other boys.

When Han Lin saw their expressions, he knew instantly what they had in mind. He got mad and spat, "What do you think you're doing? You better get back to training and focus! I'll find you two later to show you the Claw Condensation Technique, so be ready!"

The two gazed at him in despair and pleaded with tears in their eyes, "Eldest Brother Han Lin, we're sorry. Please don't make do that to us!"

There were others like Han Lin who left quietly. After all, these were just boys under the age of fifteen who lacked experience. In general, when they fought, they only got bruises and had a small amount of bleeding. They had never been confronted with this situation before.

If it were someone who had violated a major crime, their eyes would probably light up. That was a great trick for handling people.

Before long, two boys awkwardly emerged from the crowd. They were good friends of Cuba, and their status in the Han family was also comparatively low. They approached Cuba and carried him away while he was groaning in pain. Fearing that Han Feng might also attack them, they kept looking behind their backs.

Han Feng pursed his mouth sourly when he caught their cautious gazes.

When they were certain that Han Feng wouldn't charge at them using the Ass Breaking Finger Skill, they both held Cuba tightly and ran away as fast as they could.

Meanwhile, at the Han Family Medical Center, a hairless old man watched Cuba in shock and exclaimed, "Their training is becoming increasingly intense and serious. They're even using the Ass Breaking Finger technique now."

One of the two boys, who still had the cold creeps, asked, "Elder Han, Cuba's condition..."

Elder Han waved his hand with a shrug and said, “He's going to be okay. He only sustained minor injuries, so he'll be fine after a week of bed rest."

The two boys sighed with relief. Han Feng had seemingly held a sense of rectitude when he attacked.

By the time both boys arrived at the training ground, practice time was almost over. Everyone started leaving, one after the other. Han Feng also couldn't wait any longer to wash his hands, so he left immediately to clean his fingers.

Meanwhile, in the large hall of the Han family, a frail old man was seated high in a corner, and his exposed hands were extremely dry.

Instructor Lin faced him with the utmost respect. Being the Han family's greatest expert, the old man's strength reached the Human Rank Ten-star. Although his hands seemed wrinkled, they held a large amount of power. It was effortless for him to tear up a giant beast, who was as big as two men put together.

This old man was the Han family's patriarch, Han Yu!

Just below Han Yu were three figures that stood apart each other.

The first figure was big and seemed to be in his mid-forties. He appeared to be the tallest among the three and stood there like a bear.

He was Han Tianxing, the eldest son of Han Yu and Han Feng's uncle. He was at the peak of the Human Rank Nine-star.

The second figure was the shortest of the three, and he was in his forties as well. However, his body was exceedingly slender, and he looked like a pole.

Instructor Lin was even more fearful of this figure.

He was Han Yu's second son and Han Feng's second uncle, Han Tianli.