Zuo Jun's face was contorted, as the pain was so intense that it felt as if his lower abdomen had split open and his intestines had been severed.
This punch sent him flying, and he crashed into the wall on one side of the bedroom with a thud, causing a slight tremor.
Chu Feng's strength was twelve times that of an ordinary person. If an ordinary person were to be hit by such a punch, their intestines would definitely be damaged, and they would never be able to get up again, as if hit by a massive rock.
Zuo Jun fell to the ground like a shrimp, bent over, but he was resilient. Despite the intense pain, he used his hands to push against the ground, trying to leap up and counterattack.
Chu Feng's expression changed. The force of his punch was immense, and with a bit more effort, it could have penetrated the body, causing a fatal injury.
However, the other party had endured it and was even trying to attack him.
Chu Feng was a decisive person. He stepped forward, and his speed was incredible. He covered a hundred meters in just 2.5 seconds, reaching Zuo Jun in the blink of an eye. Before Zuo Jun could leap up, Chu Feng delivered a kick.
With a loud thud, Zuo Jun's back was hit hard. He let out a muffled groan, his face contorted in pain, looking almost fierce.
He fell flat on the ground and couldn't get up.
He was enraged and embarrassed. How could an ordinary person have such strength? Earlier, he had looked at Chu Feng with disdain, not taking him seriously.
Now, he had been injured by the other party and couldn't catch his breath.
"You're asking for death!" he growled, his body swelling, the bones in his flesh cracking, and his body seeming to grow larger.
Chu Feng didn't want his bedroom to be damaged, so he picked Zuo Jun up and threw him from the balcony into the yard.
"Chu Feng, you've successfully enraged me. You will regret this!" Zuo Jun shouted as he fell into the yard, his voice cold.
However, he underestimated Chu Feng's speed. As he leaped from the second-floor balcony, Chu Feng landed a kick in mid-air, striking Zuo Jun's back.
When the two landed on the ground, the yard trembled slightly, showing how astonishing the force was.
Zuo Jun lay flat on the ground, equivalent to being stepped on by Chu Feng as he landed. The impact made his bones feel as if they had broken, and the most terrifying part was the kick to his waist.
He couldn't hold back and coughed up some blood, staining the ground. This time, he was seriously injured.
Chu Feng was surprised. He had always held back, worried about causing a fatal injury, but it seemed he had overestimated the danger. Even with such a heavy blow, the other party wasn't mortally wounded.
Chu Feng stood on Zuo Jun's body and stomped hard, the force being unusually great. He felt he had been too conservative earlier, as the other party could withstand his heavy blows.
Zuo Jun let out a muffled groan, his body convulsing, but it also swelled dramatically. At the critical moment, his form changed significantly, and he managed to endure the blow.
Even so, he felt extremely uncomfortable, his back as if it had exploded, leaving a bruise, and blood continuously flowing from the corners of his mouth.
With a loud thud, Zuo Jun rolled over, finally breaking free from Chu Feng, and leaped up, causing the ground to tremble slightly, with a momentum like an earthquake.
Chu Feng drew a sharp breath. Was this still a human? How could such a transformation occur in such a short time?
At this moment, Zuo Jun's body had changed dramatically, his height increasing from about 1.7 meters to around 2.8 meters. His clothes were torn into strips, hanging on his body.
His exposed body was a soil yellow color, with a faint yellow mist surrounding him.
This body was extremely strong, with bulging muscles full of explosive power. How could a human body change so much in such a short time?
His weight was now at least 500 to 600 pounds, his muscles like coiled dragons, gleaming with a masculine and powerful visual impact.
Clearly, he possessed unimaginable explosive power.
In an instant, he had swollen to this size. Chu Feng couldn't understand the reason.
"Chu Feng, I admit I underestimated you, but you shouldn't have challenged a parahuman!" Zuo Jun's voice was deep, like a闷雷 (thunder) echoing in the yard.
Thud! When he took a step, the ground trembled slightly, clearly showing his immense strength.
Boom! Despite his large size, his speed wasn't slow. In one leap, he covered several meters, reaching Chu Feng. His hand, as large as a fan, struck down towards Chu Feng's head.
If an ordinary person were hit, their entire head would likely be shattered and fly away.
He was truly enraged, acting without consideration, determined to step on Chu Feng and crush him. The humiliation he had experienced earlier was unbearable, and he needed to vent and wash away the shame.
Chu Feng, who could cover a hundred meters in 2.5 seconds, moved quickly, sidestepping the large hand and punching Zuo Jun's waist.
Because he didn't know how heavy Zuo Jun's punches were, he first avoided the initial force.
Zuo Jun was very confident and didn't dodge. He tightened his waist and abdomen, enduring the punch, and at the same time, extended his large hand to grab Chu Feng, trying to hold him in his grip.
Thud! The sound was like a drum, and Chu Feng's fist felt slightly numb. Zuo Jun staggered and took several large steps back.
His face showed a hint of pain. He couldn't believe that even in this form, he still felt pain. How much strength did that person have?
After all, he was in a special state, almost mythical. In ancient times, he would be considered a top martial artist.
Moreover, he could continue to evolve, and in the future, he could be called a god.
In recent days, his confidence had swollen, feeling that he had transcended the ordinary and was in a completely different world, like a different race.
In fact, in recent days, he had been invincible, subduing hungry tigers and killing fierce birds and beasts with his bare hands.
Now, an ordinary person, without any mutation, could directly block him and match his strength. How could he not be surprised?
Zuo Jun's pupils contracted, becoming even colder. He couldn't allow this person to live, even if he was blamed afterward, he had to kill him.
When he clenched his fists, a faint yellow mist rose from his body, similar to his soil yellow skin, and a violent aura surged out.
After Chu Feng's probing punch, he was confident that he could withstand Zuo Jun's heavy blows, and he could face him without fear.
Zuo Jun growled, his body seeming to grow another half foot. He struck Chu Feng with his hand, the force and momentum like an unstoppable tyrant.
Such a large and overly strong body was almost like a different race.
Chu Feng faced him without retreating, fully unleashing his strength, which was twelve times that of an ordinary person, combined with his terrifying speed. His punch was enough to shatter a boulder.
The two engaged in combat. Chu Feng not only dared to exchange punches with him but also used his superhuman speed to attack from his sides and back.
At this moment, Chu Feng held nothing back.
Bang! After several exchanges, Chu Feng moved to Zuo Jun's back and delivered a punch, sending the tall body flying and crashing into the distance.
In the flower bed, soil splattered as the nearly three-meter-tall giant landed with a loud thud.
Zuo Jun, enraged and embarrassed, his pupils turning icy and finally a pale gold, similar to his skin. His entire body swelled again, his joints cracking.
At the same time, a mist appeared on his right arm, like yellow earth, and in an instant, his right hand grew much larger.
He pounced on Chu Feng, his right hand, now pale gold and as large as a millstone, several times bigger than his left hand, covering Chu Feng.
A terrifying scene unfolded, with the flow of soil yellow gas and a terrifying aura.
Chu Feng was startled. As he quickly dodged, he tried to think of a solution. The boxing technique taught by the yellow ox wasn't fully mastered, so he used the special breathing technique to adjust his strength.
In an instant, Chu Feng swung his fist. He felt that his strength had increased significantly with the special breathing technique, and he couldn't resist striking back.
Blood splattered as Chu Feng's fist pierced through the millstone-sized hand, a shocking scene that even stunned him.
Zuo Jun screamed, his face pale. He staggered back, his hand bleeding profusely, his joints cracking, and his body shrinking.
In a short time, he returned to his normal height, the soil yellow mist dissipating, and he fell to the ground, groaning in pain.
"This is the power you use to look down on ordinary people? It's nothing special," Chu Feng said, looking down at him.
Zuo Jun was terrified. He knew he had made a huge mistake, underestimating the situation. How could this person be an ordinary human? Although he didn't show any parahuman traits, he was definitely terrifying.
His heart raced, fearing that Chu Feng would kill him.
"How many of you are there, and what is your purpose in coming to the Taihang Mountains? Tell me everything you know from beginning to end," Chu Feng said calmly.
Although he had some suspicions, he still had many doubts that needed to be verified, and he wanted to get information from Zuo Jun.
Initially, Zuo Jun was terrified and afraid of being killed, but at the critical moment, he was very stubborn, refusing to say a word.
Chu Feng was not lenient, delivering a heavy punch to Zuo Jun's nose. Even a slight injury to this area was very painful, let alone such a blow.
This intense pain made Zuo Jun's vision go black, his nose sting, and tears and blood flow. He almost fainted.
He still refused to speak, tightly closing his mouth and biting his lips.
At this moment, the yellow ox cautiously poked its head out of a room and slowly walked over.
It had indeed been obedient, hiding in the room.
But Chu Feng suspected that the ox was just watching the show and wouldn't really hide when needed.
Chu Feng didn't want the yellow ox to be exposed, so he delivered three more punches to Zuo Jun's nose and eyes, being careful with the force, making him cry out in pain and close his eyes.
"This is really troublesome," he thought, feeling a headache. This guy was so stubborn, refusing to speak even at the cost of his life. How should he handle this?
Killing him outright felt too harsh. After all, he was a modern person and had never experienced killing. He couldn't overcome the mental barrier.
But letting him go would definitely cause big trouble.
And if he were to imprison him, it wouldn't be safe. If Zuo Jun went missing, his companions would search for him, and others might come here.
After all, someone had asked them to take care of Chu Feng. If they found Zuo Jun imprisoned, it could lead to even bigger problems.
"How to solve this trouble? If only he could forget today's events," Chu Feng muttered to himself.
The yellow ox, hearing this, slowly walked over, unhurriedly, and wrote two crooked words on the ground: "Simple."
"Do you have a solution?" Chu Feng was surprised.
The yellow ox raised its head, looking proud.
"Then solve it quickly," Chu Feng said, urging it.
The yellow ox slowly walked to Zuo Jun, glanced at him, and then suddenly stomped on Zuo Jun's head twice.
"Be gentle, you'll crack his head!" Chu Feng was startled, quickly stopping it. He knew how strong the ox was and never expected it to stomp on Zuo Jun.
Zuo Jun first screamed and then fainted. Even in an unconscious state, he was still convulsing, foaming at the mouth, and his head shaking uncontrollably.
"What kind of solution is this?" Chu Feng questioned.
The yellow ox slowly wrote on the ground again, still crookedly: "Amnesia."
"You... are ruthless!" Chu Feng didn't know what to say. This ox king was indeed not a good guy. Just two stomps, and it made the person lose his memory.