High Martial Arts: Starting with a Conceptual-Level Superpower

The pink car drove into an underground parking lot.

After getting out of the car, Feng Siyuan led the two into a basement.

A boy was tied to a stool in the center of the room, his eyes were covered with a black cloth, and his mouth was gagged.

Behind him stood a tall woman with a ponytail.

Upon seeing Feng Siyuan, she immediately placed her hands on her chest in a gesture of respect.

"Why did you shut someone up?"

Seeing Qin Ziang making a constant whimpering sound, Feng Siyuan walked to his side and asked.

The woman with the ponytail didn't speak, but instead pointed at Qin Ziang's mouth.

"Talkative? Just cut your tongue out. Stuffing a rag into someone's mouth is so unhygienic."

As he spoke, Feng Siyuan ripped the rag out of Qin Ziang's mouth.

As soon as he pulled it off, Qin Ziang spat on the ground and shouted.

"Do you know who I am? I advise you to release me right now, otherwise even the Heavenly King himself can't save you."

"If you want money, let's sit down and talk it over. My Qin family may not have much else, but we have plenty of money. Just name your price, and I'll have it delivered right away."

Looking at the incessantly talking Qin Ziang, Feng Siyuan smiled.

"You talk too much. You should cut your tongue out."

Qin Ziang stopped abruptly, but after only a few seconds of silence, he continued to hurl insults.

"Damn it, you dare touch me and I'll kill your whole family! You've gone too far! How dare you mess with me in Shanghai..."

Snapped!

Before he could finish speaking, a loud slap echoed in the basement.

Then the entire basement fell silent.

Qin Ziang's face was swollen on one side, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He was completely stunned by the blow.

I've never been beaten like this before.

Feng Siyuan clapped his hands and said to the woman with the ponytail.

"See? Some people are like dogs. If you don't hit them, they'll keep barking. But if you give them a good beating, they'll behave."

After saying that, he seemed to suddenly remember something, turned his head and smiled at Feng Yi.

"I almost forgot, today's main character is you, my dear nephew. So, the rest is up to you."

Feng Siyuan walked to the side and sat down, took out his phone and opened a 5v5 tower defense game, and started playing by himself.

At this moment, Feng Yi walked up to Qin Ziang and ripped off the black cloth covering his eyes.

Having been blindfolded the whole time, Qin Ziang was still a little unaccustomed to the sudden light and squinted.

It took him a while to regain his vision and see the person in front of him clearly.

The moment he saw Feng Yi clearly, his pupils contracted slightly, and he exclaimed in surprise.

"It's you! You dare to kidnap me? Do you know who I am?"

Because half of his face was swollen, his speech was somewhat unclear.

Feng Yi didn't answer him, but spoke to the woman with the ponytail.

"Untie him."

The woman with the ponytail didn't act immediately. She didn't recognize Feng Yi, but instead turned to look at Feng Siyuan.

Feng Siyuan seemed to sense something and said without looking up, "Just do whatever he says. This man will be my boss from now on."

After hearing this, the woman with the ponytail looked at Feng Yi with some shock, then bowed to him without saying a word.

However, they began to untie Qin Zi'ang's ropes.

Qin Zi'ang thought that Feng Yi had found out his identity and was afraid, so he was going to let him go.

A smug smile appeared on his lips, but it pulled at his swollen face, making him gasp in pain.

"Now you're scared? Where were you before? Let me tell you, hand over the idiot who hit me earlier, and I might consider letting you off the hook."

Feng Yi glanced at him coldly and ignored him.

After the woman with the ponytail loosened her grip, Feng Yi took out a dagger from his spatial bracelet and threw it in front of him—the very same dagger that had killed Zhang Yu.

Qin Ziang certainly recognized the dagger; he had personally handed it to the boy back then.

"What do you mean?"

Qin Ziang's expression changed.

Feng Yi also took out the Snow Condensation Sword.

Clang!

He drew his sword and pointed it at Qin Zi'ang.

"You want to kill me? Come on! Kill me and you can walk out."

Qin Ziang's face turned extremely ugly. He still vividly remembered Feng Yi's bizarre speed back then.

He wasn't confident he could kill Feng Yi, otherwise he wouldn't have sent someone to ambush him.

Qin Zi'ang now realized that Feng Yi already knew about his plan to have someone kill Feng Yi.

He reached out and picked up the dagger from the ground, staring at Feng Yi as if he wanted to use his family background to threaten him again.

"Are you sure you want to ruin things? Even if you kill me, you won't leave Shanghai. You'll be coming down here to join me soon. You know nothing about the power of the Qin family."

His response was a sword strike from Feng Yi.

Seeing that Feng Yi attacked without saying a word, Qin Ziang's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly retreated, shouting in terror as he went.

"Wait, let's talk. I'll give you whatever you want. Don't rush to do anything."

Feng Yi remained unmoved upon hearing this, and a murderous aura emanated from him.

After suppressing it for so many days, it all exploded at once.

Qin Zi'ang retreated to the wall, and seeing that there was no way to retreat further, he could only raise his dagger to fight back.

However, the dagger was swept away as soon as it touched the Snow Condensation Sword.

Now he had no weapon in his hand.

Even if he wanted to take a weapon from the spatial bracelet, he wouldn't have the chance, because Feng Yi's sword wouldn't give him that opportunity.

A splash of blood appeared, and Qin Ziang fell to the ground.

Feng Yi's sword severed his Achilles tendon.

Then Feng Yi unleashed three more sword strikes.

Each thrust of the sword brought with it a splash of blood and Qin Ziang's screams.

His tendons in his hands and feet had all been severed by Feng Yi, and he lay on the ground like a dead dog.

At this moment, Qin Zi'ang finally became afraid.

His usually advantageous family background was of no use whatsoever in front of Feng Yi.

It's as if they don't care about his background at all.

Besides the fear of death, he now feels endless regret.

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have provoked Feng Yi in the first place.

But it's too late to say anything now.

Feng Yi did not choose to kill him with the Ningxue Sword. Instead, he walked to the side, picked up the dagger containing some kind of deadly poison, and then walked step by step toward Qin Ziang.

Hearing the footsteps beside him, it was like a countdown to death. Qin Ziang's lower body leaked a pool of liquid, clearly from being so frightened that he lost control of his bladder.

He cried and begged for mercy.

"Please don't kill me. I'll do anything you want, just don't kill me."

Looking down at Qin Ziang's humble appearance, Feng Yi couldn't help but recall the way that boy had begged him back then—it was exactly the same.

Regardless of one's background or identity, everyone faces death the same way.

Just as Feng Yi was about to plunge the dagger into his back, making him experience the pain Zhang Yu had felt, a sudden inspiration struck him.

"I can release you, but you have to tell me if your Qin family is colluding with the Divine Cult?"