We offered you a summer job, but you went and became a mercenary?

"Arrogant!" He Tianba roared, veins bulging on his forehead. "I don't care what kind of evil kung fu you practice, today I'll personally break your weak point!"

In He Tianba's mind, no matter how strong one's external martial arts skills are, there must be a weakness.

Once the weak point is found, a master of internal energy can penetrate the defense with their inner force and directly shatter the opponent's heart meridian.

He Tianba stomped his feet hard on the ground.

"Bang!"

He stepped on the hard cement tiles, leaving two deep footprints, and scattered gravel.

Using the recoil force, He Tianba transformed into a gray afterimage and rushed straight towards Lin Ye.

He pushed his right palm forward, and a layer of dark red energy faintly appeared in his palm.

A pungent, fishy smell instantly filled the square, making everyone who smelled it feel dizzy and nauseous.

That was He Tianba's signature move, Iron Sand Palm, which he had practiced diligently for forty years!

This skill is extremely vicious, not only containing terrifying destructive power, but also carrying fire poison refined from years of being quenched with poisoned sand.

If an ordinary person were to come even slightly exposed, they would immediately suffer severe cuts and bruises, with the poison attacking their heart and lungs, beyond the help of even a miracle.

The fleshy palm, glowing with a dark red aura, headed straight for Lin Ye's heart.

The residents hiding behind the curtains upstairs were so frightened that they all shrank back, and the more timid ones simply closed their eyes.

Old Zhang lay on the ground, desperately pounding his thighs, not daring to even look at himself.

The He family's elites then went on a wild celebration.

"The Third Elder is mighty!"

"With this palm strike, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would have two broken ribs!"

"Just smash his heart!"

Lin Ye didn't move, not even raising his hand.

"Bang!"

A deep, muffled bang exploded in the community square.

The sound didn't seem to hit a person; it was more like a heavy hammer slamming into a solid steel plate, making the eardrums of those around it ache.

He Tianba's palm struck Lin Ye's chest perfectly.

To be precise, it was printed on the black T-shirt with the words "Everyone's a Villain" printed on it.

The screen froze.

The cruel smile on He Tianba's face had only just begun to spread when it froze completely.

He felt that his palm strike hadn't pierced through any flesh or blood at all.

The sensation from his palm was harder than he could comprehend.

It's like an ordinary person using all their strength to try and pat the front of a high-speed train with their bare hands.

His internal strength, honed over forty years, felt like an insurmountable wall the moment it touched Lin Ye's chest.

The internal energy, imbued with fire poison, couldn't penetrate even a fraction of it; instead, it was all repelled.

"Click!"

A sharp cracking sound came from He Tianba's right arm.

An overwhelming force of recoil swept back from his palm, along his forearm, elbow, and upper arm!

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

Three more crisp sounds rang out in quick succession in the empty community square.

He Tianba's right arm starts at the wrist, then the elbow, and finally the shoulder.

In a fraction of a second, the entire arm was snapped into three pieces by an extremely brute force!

The stark white bone fragments tore through the gray Tang suit fabric, exposing it to the air.

Dark red blood gushed out, splashing onto the surrounding cement tiles, and wisps of hot, foul-smelling steam rose from it.

He Tianba didn't even have time to let out a scream.

The recoil was so strong that it lifted his over 100-pound body off the ground.

He tumbled twice in mid-air and flew horizontally seven or eight meters away.

Finally, with a muffled "bang," it crashed heavily onto the flowerbed at the edge of the square.

A large section of the marble flower bed's edge collapsed, and broken bricks mixed with soil fell down, burying He Tianba halfway.

Lin Ye stood still, not moving an inch.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest.

On the black T-shirt that was printed with the words "Everyone's a Villain" in big letters, there was a solid black and red handprint.

The fire poison from the Iron Palm burned a hole through the pure cotton fabric, revealing the intact skin underneath.

Lin Ye reached out and poked the hole, his brows furrowing into a knot.

"Sorry, my pectoral muscles are quite hard."

Lin Ye patted the dust off his clothes, his face full of heartache.

"But you old man are quite unhygienic. Your hands are covered in mud, and you've made a big hole in my clothes."

He sighed, his tone full of helplessness.

"I just bought these clothes today, can't you find another place to play them?"

Lin Ye pointed to the large hole in his chest and began to calculate the cost.

"That one cost seventy yuan during the day, and this one cost fifty yuan at night. I lost 120 yuan a day just on clothes. How much do I earn a day at my summer job? Is the He family here specifically to mess with me?"

The thirty elite members of the He family were completely dumbfounded, their mouths agape, their jaws practically dropping to the ground.

The strongest among them, the Third Elder, was a mid-stage Dark Force cultivator who had practiced Iron Sand Palm for forty years and was a figure who could roam freely in Jiangcheng.

He struck a young man with all his might in the chest, who had no internal strength.

As a result, the young man didn't even get a scratch, but he was still upset about the fifty-yuan T-shirt.

The Third Elder's own arm was broken into three pieces.

What the hell is this?!

Even the old abbot of Shaolin Temple, who has practiced the Golden Bell Cover technique for decades, wouldn't dare to do this!

Old Zhang slumped to the ground, forgetting the pain on his face, staring blankly at Lin Ye.

Old Zhang originally wanted to pull on Lin Ye's trouser leg to make him run away quickly.

The hand was halfway outstretched when it stopped in mid-air.

He glanced at Lin Ye's unharmed chest, then at He Tianba, who was vomiting blood in the flowerbed a dozen meters away.

This worker, who has been selling grilled cold noodles for over a decade, is completely out of his mind.

Is this young man made of iron?

The residents upstairs who were peeking from behind the curtains all covered their mouths, afraid that they would make a sound and get into trouble.

Outside the residential compound, inside a National Security Bureau command vehicle disguised as a van.

Agent Xiao Wang was glued to the monitor screen, his eyes practically glued to it.

"Captain... what... what physics principle is this?" Xiao Wang stammered.

The eagle leaned back in its chair, crossed its legs, and held a bowl of instant noodle soup that had gone cold.

"Physics my ass! Talking about physics in front of Mr. Lin would make Newton turn in his grave."

The eagle took a sip of soup and smacked its lips.

"I told you long ago, these idiots are asking for it. Mr. Lin dared to withstand even RPG rocket launchers in the Middle East, and this old man who practices Iron Palm is trying to slap Mr. Lin with his bare hands? This isn't an egg hitting a rock, it's an egg hitting a diamond."

The eagle put down its instant noodle bowl and picked up its walkie-talkie.

"Logistics team, the plan has changed."

"Don't just bring body bags, bring two more high-pressure water trucks. These people have vomited too much blood, and it's easy for it to seep into the cracks between the paving stones in the community. If Mr. Lin smells blood when he goes out tomorrow morning, he'll definitely be in a bad mood."

A violent coughing sound came from the flower bed.

He Tianba struggled in the pile of rubble, his body convulsing.

He clutched his broken right shoulder tightly with his remaining hand, his face contorted in pain, tears and snot streaming down his face.

His Iron Palm technique, which he was so proud of, and the internal strength he had painstakingly cultivated for forty years, were all ruined.

The force that rebounded not only shattered his bones but also shattered his heart meridian.

He's not even as good as an ordinary person now.

He Tianba struggled to lift his head, and the arrogance and disdain in his gaze toward Lin Ye were gone.

All that remained was pure terror and despair.

"You...you..."

He Tianba was breathing heavily, and with each breath he would spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

"What kind of monster are you?!"