In the world of martial arts, there is a vast fantasy world.

Chapter 22 How about this Palm Thunder move?

"Forgive me?" Shen Xing snorted coldly, staring intently at the shopkeeper. "This isn't something that can be resolved with just an apology."

He didn't actually need to pretend anything; he was already angry inside.

Then, he exudes the air of a self-made millionaire from his previous life, clearly someone who has been in a position of power for a long time.

In addition, the confidence brought by the Federation of Humanities world.

At this point, he was a genuine "scion of a prominent family"!

The manager of Dan Pavilion was a well-known figure in Qingshui City, but even he felt considerable pressure under Shen Xing's gaze.

I can't see through it.

The only thing that's clear is that its origins are anything but simple.

"Please calm down, young master." The shopkeeper forced a smile, then turned and glared fiercely at the clerk, slapping him across the face. "Blind fool! How many times have I warned you?!"

That slap was both swift and brutal.

With a loud slap, the shop assistant was knocked to the ground, half of his face swollen.

Ignoring his screams, he scrambled to his feet, knelt before Shen Xing, and wailed, "It was my fault! I was blind!"

[Emotions: Tension, Fear]

Disguise accuracy: 78%

[Hidden Emotion: Resentment]

[You may regret what you've done, but be wary of a backstabbing attack fueled by resentment.]

Shen Xing couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the analysis prompts on the software.

This software is really amazing.

He could tell that the two people in front of him were putting on an act for him. If he really let them off so easily, he would probably be labeled as a "young man" or "easy to fool".

"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price." Shen Xing didn't even look at the shop assistant who was crying and sniffling on the ground. He just looked at the shopkeeper and said slowly, "What does the shopkeeper think?"

"Of course, of course." The shopkeeper's smile remained, but his eyes twitched slightly. Then he kicked the shop assistant hard. "Hurry up and apologize to the young master."

"Yes, yes." A hint of heartache flashed in the shop assistant's eyes, but he still took out all the silver he had on him, which filled a whole silver bag.

It's not too heavy to carry around like this.

But judging from the fervent and envious gazes of many martial artists around them, they knew that this was indeed a significant matter.

But Shen Xing didn't even glance at him.

"This young master is not short of money." He remained unhurried, merely flicking his sleeve as he said, "If he can withstand one of my palm strikes, then this matter is over."

"I'm willing." Before the shopkeeper could speak, the clerk's eyes lit up and he said impatiently, "As long as you spare me, young master, I'll do anything, not just one slap, but five, or even ten."

Even disciples from large families usually start learning martial arts and cultivating themselves around the age of fifteen or sixteen, after they have grown up.

The young master in front of me looks only this age; how strong could he possibly be?

In the shop assistant's opinion, getting slapped was much less painful than paying so much money.

But a hint of hesitation appeared on the shopkeeper's face.

He did want to keep this clever and admirable shop assistant, but the young master in front of him, who seemed to have a distinguished background, was not someone who was easy to talk to.

This palm strike... seems to possess some mysterious power.

"Or, if the shopkeeper is willing, you can take this blow for him." Shen Xing looked at the shopkeeper with a half-smile.

That amused expression even sent a shiver down the spine of the shopkeeper.

"Young master is joking." His smile became somewhat forced. "If you do something wrong, you should be punished. Please do as you please. If you're not satisfied, don't just give me a slap, give me ten slaps, or even ten kicks."

"No need." Shen Xing raised his hand and lightly pressed down. "One palm strike is more than enough."

At this moment, the shopkeeper, the staff, and even the other customers who gradually gathered around to watch the excitement were all staring intently at Shen Xing's palm.

It seems they're trying to uncover some profound mystery.

However they looked at it, it was a light, weak slap, devoid of any power.

Not to mention gathering qi and blood, I didn't even exert much effort.

Until the moment the hand patted the clerk's shoulder, an unconscious joy appeared on the clerk's face.

He indeed did not feel any force.

But, in the next instant—

With a crackling sound, a blinding flash of electricity erupted at the point of contact. In an instant, the shop assistant couldn't even scream. His whole body trembled violently, and he fell straight down.

This sudden turn of events startled everyone.

Electric current?

No, there is no concept of electric current here.

That's lightning!

The only time the people in this place have ever seen a similar light is during thunderstorms, when lightning comes from the heavens!

Some of the martial artists were already horrified.

They may have seen people hacked with knives and axes, or even had their heads smashed with a single punch, but when had they ever seen anything like this!

Looking at the shop assistant again, he was already lifeless, his shoulders were charred black, and his hair was even standing on end. He looked exactly like the person who was said to have been struck by lightning and died!

Even the shopkeeper, who was at the Bone Refining stage, had his eyes wide open, looking dumbfounded and utterly shocked!

With his knowledge and experience, he thinks more than others!

A spirit weapon! This is definitely a spirit weapon!

He had heard in the big city that some powerful innate martial artists possessed incredibly powerful weapons called spiritual weapons. Each one had various incredible powers; some could emit scorching flames, some were crackling with lightning, and some were as cold as ancient ice.

"Shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper shuddered when he heard the boy's voice again.

The gaze directed at the boy was now filled with horror.

They actually entrusted something like a spirit weapon to a young boy to take out.

Just how terrifying is the family and power behind this young man!

Shen Xing was very satisfied with their reactions; this was exactly the effect he wanted. He simply asked casually, "How was my Palm Thunder move?"

"Impressive! Impressive!" The shopkeeper bowed deeply, his smile almost fawning. "Young master, you have truly broadened my horizons, broadened my horizons considerably."

He had no confidence whatsoever in blocking the power of the spirit weapon. At this moment, let alone a shop assistant dying in front of him, even if his own son died in front of him, he might not dare to move.

The others around them were even worse off; those who had initially been there to watch the spectacle were now too afraid to even breathe.

They didn't even dare to walk.

The atmosphere became extremely oppressive.

Watching this scene, Shen Xing gained a deeper understanding of the world.

Here, the strong truly rule everything!

However, having achieved his goal of establishing his authority, Shen Xing's expression turned serious: "If you think it's good, then that's fine. To be honest, I'm here to buy pills again this time."

"Yes, yes, young master, this way please, this way please." The shopkeeper didn't dare to say a word of dissent, and even turned to the other shop assistants and growled, "What are you all standing there for? Go to the storeroom, no, go to the cabinet in my room and get the best pills in the shop for the young master."

(End of this chapter)