Zuo Jun's face contorted, the pain so intense it felt as if his lower abdomen had split open and his intestines were severed.
The punch sent him flying sideways, crashing into the bedroom wall with a loud thud, causing a slight tremor.
Chu Feng's strength was twelve times that of an ordinary person; a normal human would have suffered internal injuries from such a blow, akin to being struck by a massive boulder, unable to rise again.
Like a shrimp, Zuo Jun curled up as he fell to the ground. Yet, he was tenacious, enduring the agony and attempting to leap up for a counterattack by pushing off the ground with his hands.
Surprised, Chu Feng noted the immense force behind his punch—it could have been fatal with just a bit more power. However, his opponent not only endured but also sought to retaliate.
Decisive, Chu Feng stepped forward swiftly, covering a hundred meters in just 2.5 seconds. Before Zuo Jun could rise, Chu Feng landed a kick on him.
With a resounding bang, Zuo Jun's back took the heavy blow, groaning in pain, his face twisted grotesquely.
He collapsed onto the floor, unable to get up.
Humiliated and enraged, how could a mere mortal possess such strength? Initially, he had looked down on Chu Feng with contempt.
Now, injured and breathless, "You're asking for death!" he growled, his body swelling as bones cracked audibly within his flesh, seemingly growing larger.
Not wanting his bedroom damaged, Chu Feng grabbed him and threw him out onto the yard from the balcony.
"Chu Feng, you've infuriated me. You will wish you were dead!" Zuo Jun shouted coldly as he plummeted towards the yard, but underestimated Chu Feng's speed. As he descended from the second-floor balcony, Chu Feng stomped down mid-air onto his back.
Thud!
Upon landing, the yard shook slightly, showcasing the astonishing force.
Zuo Jun lay flat on the ground, effectively being used as a cushion by Chu Feng, his bones feeling shattered, especially from the kick to his waist.
"Puh!"
Unable to hold back, he coughed up blood, staining the ground—a severe injury.
Chu Feng was surprised; he had always held back, fearing lethal consequences, but now realized his worries were unnecessary. Even with such heavy blows, Zuo Jun remained alive.
Boom!
Standing over Zuo Jun, Chu Feng stomped forcefully, realizing he had been too cautious earlier, as his opponent could withstand significant impact.
Zuo Jun grunted, his body convulsing while simultaneously swelling, transforming drastically to endure the hit.
Despite this, he was in immense discomfort, his back feeling like it exploded, leaving a bruise of blue and purple, with blood continuously dripping from his mouth.
Boom! Zuo Jun rolled over, finally breaking free from Chu Feng, leaping up with the ground trembling beneath him, creating an earth-shaking momentum.
Chu Feng gasped; was this still human? How could such changes occur in such a short time?
Zuo Jun's body underwent drastic transformations—his height increased from just over 1.7 meters to around 2.8 meters, clothes torn into strips hanging off him.
His exposed body turned earthen yellow, surrounded by a faint yellow mist.
Extremely muscular and brimming with explosive power, how could a mere mortal transform so dramatically in such a brief period?
Weighing at least five or six hundred pounds, his muscles resembled coiled dragons, radiant, masculine, and robust, presenting a powerful visual impact.
Clearly, he possessed unimaginable explosive power.
How could he swell up in such a short time? Chu Feng couldn't understand.
"Chu Feng, I admit I underestimated you, but challenging an extraordinary man is unwise!" Zuo Jun's voice rumbled like thunder through the yard.
Thud! With each step, the ground shook slightly, indicating immense power.
Boom! Despite his size, his speed wasn't slow. He leaped several meters away, instantly reaching Chu Feng, his palm large as a fan, aiming to strike Chu Feng's head.
If it were an ordinary person, their skull might shatter and be flung away upon impact.
In a fit of rage, disregarding consequences, he wanted to trample Chu Feng underfoot, considering the previous humiliation intolerable, needing to vent and cleanse his shame.
Covering a hundred meters in 2.5 seconds, Chu Feng moved incredibly fast, sidestepping the giant hand and punching towards Zuo Jun's waist.
Uncertain of the opponent's fist strength, he avoided direct confrontation.
Confident, Zuo Jun didn't dodge, tensing his waist to take the punch while reaching out with his other hand to grab Chu Feng.
Boom! Like a drumbeat, the sound echoed loudly. Chu Feng felt slight numbness in his fist, while Zuo Jun staggered backward several steps.
His face showed signs of pain, unexpectedly experiencing pain even in his transformed state. How powerful was that person's strength?
In this special state, almost mythical, he was considered a top martial artist in ancient times, capable of continuous evolution, potentially becoming godlike.
Recently, his confidence soared, feeling transcendent and superior, completely different from ordinary people, almost another species.
Indeed, he had been invincible recently, subduing hungry tigers and killing fierce beasts barehanded.
Now, an ordinary human without any transformation could block him, fighting on equal terms, which was shocking.
Zuo Jun's pupils contracted, colder than ever. He couldn't tolerate this person living, deciding to kill him regardless of potential repercussions.
Gathering a faint yellow aura, resembling his earthen-yellow skin, a violent energy surged.
After testing with a punch, Chu Feng determined they were evenly matched, unafraid.
Zuo Jun roared, his body seeming to grow half a foot taller, his palm striking fiercely like an unstoppable tyrant.
Such a large, exceptionally strong body seemed like another species.
Chu Feng faced him head-on, unleashing full power, twelve times the strength of an ordinary person, plus terrifying speed, enough to shatter boulders.
Bang bang bang!
They exchanged blows; Chu Feng not only dared to meet fists but also utilized superhuman speed to attack from sides and rear.
At this moment, Chu Feng held nothing back.
Bang! After multiple exchanges, Chu Feng positioned himself behind Zuo Jun, delivering a punch that sent the towering figure flying, crashing into the distance.
Dirt flew in the flower bed as the nearly three-meter-tall figure crashed down with great noise.
"Die!"
Enraged, Zuo Jun's pupils turned icy, then light gold, similar to his skin, swelling once more with bones cracking nonstop.
On his right arm, a hazy fog appeared, turning his right hand significantly larger, pale golden, much bigger than his left.
Boom! Charging at Chu Feng, that enormous hand covered him entirely.
A frightening scene unfolded, with earthen-yellow gas flowing and a terrifying aura spreading.
Chu Feng dodged quickly, using a special breathing technique taught by Yellow Ox to adjust his strength.
Instantly, Chu Feng felt his strength multiply, confronting fearlessly.
Splash! Blood splattered as Chu Feng's fist pierced through the large palm, stunning even himself.
"Ahhh..."
Zuo Jun screamed, his face pale, staggering backward, blood pouring from his hand, bones crackling inside, his body deflating like air escaping.
Soon, he returned to normal height, the earthen-yellow mist dissipating, collapsing weakly on the ground, moaning in pain.
"That's your power to look down on mortals? Not impressive." Chu Feng approached, looking down at him.
Fearful, Zuo Jun realized his grave mistake, misjudging Chu Feng—who, despite lacking extraordinary traits, was terrifying.
His heart raced, afraid Chu Feng might kill him.
"How many of you are there, what's your purpose coming to Taihang Mountain, tell me everything," Chu Feng calmly asked.
Though he had some guesses, he needed verification and answers from Zuo Jun.
Initially scared, Zuo Jun refused to speak, remaining defiant.
Chu Feng, without hesitation, punched Zuo Jun's nose—a particularly painful spot—causing him to nearly pass out from the intense pain.
Still refusing to talk, tightly biting his lip, Zuo Jun stayed silent.
Yellow Ox peeped out from a room, slowly approaching.
True to its word, it had stayed hidden.
However, Chu Feng suspected it watched the spectacle, hiding only when necessary.
To avoid exposing Yellow Ox, Chu Feng punched Zuo Jun's nose and eyes again, making him scream and close his eyes.
"What a hassle," Chu Feng sighed, finding it difficult to handle someone so stubborn, unwilling to kill.
Directly killing him was hard for a modern person inexperienced in murder, yet releasing him posed risks.
Imprisonment wasn't secure either; Zuo Jun's disappearance would attract searches, possibly bringing others here.
Considering someone had requested protection for Chu Feng, discovering imprisoned Zuo Jun could cause serious issues.
"If only he could forget today..." Chu Feng mused.
Hearing this, Yellow Ox slowly approached, examining Zuo Jun before stomping heavily on his head twice.
"Careful, you'll crush him!" Chu Feng exclaimed, knowing Yellow Ox's strength, shocked by its action.
Zuo Jun screamed, then passed out, twitching uncontrollably, foaming at the mouth.
"What kind of solution is this?" Chu Feng questioned.
Yellow Ox wrote clumsily on the ground: "Amnesia."
"You...you're ruthless!" Chu Feng marveled, realizing Yellow Ox's effectiveness in inducing amnesia with just two stomps.