<h4>Chapter 506: Chapter 506: Turns Out to Be a Weakling</h4>


    Before this, the scarred man had reigned as the street fight king of the nearby blocks, with no local thug able to withstand a one-on-one challenge against him; instead, they would be beaten by him until they were utterly defeated and in disarray.


    Over the years, the scarred man had umted a wealth of fighting experience.


    Moreover, these were experiences from actualbat, extremely useful in real fights, far surpassing those shy performance-based martial arts often seen on stage.


    Therefore, the scarred man was especially confident in the strike he delivered toward Chen Feng.


    He believed that Chen Feng couldn’t possibly evade it.


    And indeed, the swing of that club was so swift and fierce that an ordinary person would have no choice but to take the blow.


    The club traced an arc through the air, bringing with it the sound of whooshing wind, aiming straight for Chen Feng’s waist.


    The scarred man, with his rich street-fighting history, directed his strike towards Chen Feng’s vulnerable side.


    Should the blownd, Chen Feng would surely lose hisbat ability in an instant, with no chance of resisting.


    As the club drew nearer and nearer to Chen Feng, he remained motionless, standing in ce as if he were waiting for the blow tond.


    Seeing this, a sneer of mockery shed in the scarred man’s eyes as he thought to himself, "Turns out he’s just a weakling!"


    In the scarred man’s opinion, Chen Feng waspletely green in the area of street fighting, utterly clueless.


    Anyone with the slightest experience in a brawl would at this point be trying to protect their body with their arms to minimize injury.


    But Chen Feng? Facing his thunderous strike, he seemed entirely petrified, standing rooted to the spot without moving, having even forgotten to defend himself.


    Thinking this, the scarred man’s disdain for Chen Feng deepened.


    At this moment, the club was less than two centimeters away from Chen Feng, about to make contact with him.


    Just then, Chen Feng shed the scarred man a grin and lightly twisted his body to the side.


    The club that was supposed to hit Chen Feng merely grazed past him, hitting nothing but air, not even harming a single hair on his head, let alone touching his clothes.


    "What! How... How is this possible!"


    Missing his target, the scarred man waspletely stunned, his face filled with shock.


    Clearly, he hadn’t anticipated that Chen Feng could dodge his strike in such a minimal amount of time.


    To think that Chen Feng, who he had considered weak, had so effortlessly dodged a blow that even seasoned fighters might struggle to evade.


    And to see how Chen Feng did it so casually, without any sign of panic, made it all the more unbelievable to the scarred man.


    Witnessing the scarred man’s shock, the corner of Chen Feng’s mouth curved upwards slightly as he spoke with a smile, "Your turn’s over, now it’s mine. One for one, it’s only fair!"


    With that, Chen Feng swung the half-stick in his hand a couple of times.


    Seeing this, a sneer of derision crossed the scarred man’s eyes as he said, "Hmph, wishful thinking. Though I don’t know how you dodged my strike just now, don’t bother straining yourself trying to hit me; you won’t be able toy a finger on me!"


    "Oh, is that so? That confident?" Chen Feng asked, with a light smile.


    "Of course. I’m the street fighting king of these few blocks. They call me ’Iron Fist Little Tyrant’. You think you can hit me? Dream on!" the scarred man boasted withplete confidence.


    "Let’s give it a try then!" The corner of Chen Feng’s mouth quirked up, and then his entire figure turned into a ck Shadow, disappearing from the spot.


    Seeing this, the scarred man was taken aback, soon followed by stunned speechlessness.


    What kind of speed was this?


    In the blink of an eye, the man had vanished; was he seeing ghosts?


    However, while the scarred man waspletely bewildered,


    Just then, a ck Shadow suddenly appeared in front of the scarred man. It was none other than Chen Feng, who had just vanished.


    After steadying himself, Chen Feng, without a word, swung the broken half of a wooden stick in his hand directly at the scarred man’s right knee.


    Seeing this, the scarred man also reacted, instinctively trying to dodge.


    However, the scarred man hadn’t even started to move.


    "Crack!"


    A crisp sound of a bone shattering was heard.


    The half of the pitch-ck stick struck straight onto the scarred man’s right knee.


    "Ah!!!"


    A heart-wrenching scream followed, like the sound of a pig being ughtered.


    With that strike, Chen Feng had shattered the scarred man’s right knee.


    The indescribable severe pain caused the scarred man to lose his bnce and drop to his knees on the spot.


    At that moment, his face turned hideously ugly, his features warped together, veins popping on his forehead, covered in sweat beads, obviously in agony.


    After all, his kneecap was shattered, how could it not hurt?


    Just the thought of it was unbearably painful!


    This time, Chen Feng showed no mercy at all.


    Because the scarred man had even dared to be so ruthless toward a little boy, if Chen Feng hadn’t appeared, he would have killed the child.


    Such scum didn’t deserve Chen Feng’s mercy.


    "Ah!! You bastard, I’m going to kill you!"


    Despite the intense pain, the scarred man, filled with rage, roared at Chen Feng.


    But his right knee was shattered, and even in his anger, he couldn’t stand up from the ground and could only kneel there.


    "Kill me?"


    Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and, without another word, swung his stick straight at the scarred man’s face.


    "Bang!"


    That strike left the scarred man with a bloody mouth, nearly knocking out all his teeth.


    "Pah! Your mom, if you have the guts, just kill me!"


    The scarred man spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground, still defiantly goading.


    "Kill you? It’s not time yet. Or do you really think I wouldn’t dare?"


    A glint of cold light shed in Chen Feng’s eyes. As he looked at the scarred man, he chillingly spoke, his voice filled with murderous intent.


    That icy gaze made the scarred man shudder involuntarily, with chills running down his spine.


    The scarred man had seen a simr look in the eyes of a murderer.


    Such a gaze only belonged to someone who had truly killed before.


    Thinking of this, the scarred man couldn’t help but shiver, fear rising in his heart.


    Because he felt that Chen Feng might indeed kill him.


    "Bro... bro, what exactly do you want to do? I don’t even know you, we have neither old grudges nor recent hatreds, why don’t you just let me go?"


    The scarred man instantly lost his nerve, his voice trembling as he asked.


    "I’ll ask you a few questions. Just answer them truthfully, and I might consider letting you go,"


    Chen Feng said with a cold voice.