One yuan short of ten million yuan.
Qin Fen's finger gently flicked the nine million nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.
In the quiet hall, Qin Fen flicked the cheque, making a popping sound.
Qin Fen sucked in a deep breath. He had only heard of people using money to smash people before, but he had never seen it happen.
"So much money." Qin Fen took two steps forward and carefully placed the cheque on the coffee table. "It can buy a very high-end house in a prime location. It can also allow a person to live a life without worrying about food and clothing. But … "
Qin Fen took two steps back and straightened his back, "It's just that, in my opinion, it doesn't even have the qualifications to buy a strand of Jiajia's hair."
His words were neither servile nor overbearing. While maintaining his politeness, there was also the toughness that a man should have.
Song Zhenting smiled but didn't say anything. He opened the checkbook in his hand once more. This time, he tossed a check to Qin Fen. It was a check for eight nines.
Just by changing a piece of paper, the value had increased tenfold.
One yuan short of 100 million!
This was enough to buy a mansion in the middle of the mountain, and at the same time, buy a series of shops along the streets in the busiest downtown area, and live a carefree and happy life from then on.
"It seems that you have indeed investigated me. I am in need of money." Qin Fen shook his head over and over. He placed this check, which could drive countless people crazy, on the coffee table before Song Zhenting. "However, I didn't come for this check with a string of numbers."
Without batting an eyelid, Song Zhenting wrote his third check.
Nine nines, one yuan short of one billion yuan!
This was no longer as simple as being able to buy a mansion in the middle of a mountain. Even if he took a fancy to a beautiful female star, he would probably only need to crook his finger and he would be able to get her into his bed. He would be able to live a life that was more like an emperor than an emperor.
Qin Fen held this "mountain of gold" with a light smile that was neither servile nor overbearing on his face, "Your approach reminds me of a story. Someone made a TV show and asked all the men in a couple whether they would break up with their girlfriends if they were given 10,000 yuan. Obviously, this question was laughed at by everyone. But as the host raised the number to one hundred thousand, one million, ten million … Many men wavered. The host said that there's no love that can't be bought in this world. If you can't buy it, it's because the price isn't high enough … "
Song Zhenting slowly nodded. He had also heard of this story.
"But I want to say I'm sorry." Qin Fen bowed very politely. He placed the one billion dollar check before Song Zhenting once more. Qin Fen looked at Song Zhenting without any fear in his eyes. "My love is not for sale. Even if you give me a blank check, I will still give you the same answer. "
Song Zhenting crossed his fingers and rolled his thumbs up and down. "Do you think you're a good match for Jia Jia?"
Qin Fen smiled. It's the qualification theory again!
"It's not up to me to decide whether or not I'm a good match for Jiajia. It depends on what Jiajia thinks." Qin Fen rebutted Song Zhenting's words in a lukewarm manner.
It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel pressured when facing his future father-in-law.
Compared to other youngsters with backgrounds, Qin Fen knew that he really could be said to be penniless. The little bit of money he had wasn't even enough to cover the first check given by others.
The more it was like this, the more Qin Fen knew that he couldn't show weakness. He was already so poor that he had nothing left. If he even lost his pride as a man, then it would only make people look down on him even more.
"I think … you don't need to ask Jiajia this question." Song Zhenting placed his hand on the armrest of the rattan chair. He quietly looked at Qin Fen. "Let me answer. If a woman marries you, you should at the very least provide her with a place to stay, right? That's right, a house. Do you have one? You don't need some mid-mountain mansion, nor do you need a detached villa. An apartment near the city center is fine. "
Song Zhenting spoke up to this point. His hands pressed against the armrest of the rattan chair, and he sat up straight. His elbows rested on his thighs, and his hands supported his chin as he quietly looked at Qin Fen. "You don't even have two hundred thousand in savings. You can't even buy a slightly larger house in the city center, right? What can you give Jiajia? You can't give her anything. You can only give her love that can't be seen, can't be touched, can't be eaten, can't be drunk, and can't be worn or housed. Are you just going to let her suffer with you? Young man, tell me, is this how it is? "
Song Zhenting's voice was very pleasant to listen to. It had a magnetism that even broadcasters didn't have. His words, spoken slowly, didn't have the slightest bit of pressure. He launched an attack in a completely reasonable manner.
Qin Fen stood in place, secretly praising his future father-in-law's methods. He had forced Song Zhenting to a disadvantage with just a few words.
"You're right." Qin Fen raised his arms and slowly opened his palms. "I don't have much money right now. I've suffered a lot in the past, and I've done a lot of work that, in your eyes, is a complete waste of my life. However, those were the most precious experiences of my life. They taught me the principles of being a person. They let me know that I can rely on these two hands to create a future that belongs to me. "
Qin Fen's ten fingers slowly and powerfully clenched together. "I'm still young. I have limitless potential for growth. Since you've investigated me, you should know. A few months ago, I was still living a life of poverty. I can't eat my last meal without knowing the next one. Now that a few months have passed, I already have nearly two hundred thousand in savings. Then … "
"It's not that …" Song Zhenting raised his arm and waved it very decisively. "I'm very clear about the way you spend money. The Sky Battle Net, right? Don't think that just because you hide your face that no one can investigate your information. Therefore, you don't need to lie to me. As you keep winning without losing, the number of people who spend money to challenge you will decrease. I believe that it won't be long before the people who challenge you will completely disappear. "
Qin Fen was unable to open his mouth to refute. Whether it was two-star or three-star, it was a fact that there were fewer and fewer people challenging him. In addition, the price offered was far less than it used to be.
As for four-star martial artists, they were a bit more mature in terms of mental age. The number of challengers was even fewer and fewer.
Now that he had entered the initial five-star stage of the meteor level, martial artists who spent money to challenge him might truly become extinct.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Song Zhenting's eyebrows. "The future isn't that easy to create."
"Then you should know that I have a sect." Qin Fen revealed what was practically his final trump card. "Whether it's a sect-challenge or something else, I can still earn money. In addition, I can go kill terrorists, such as Scarlet Scorpion. Once the Federation confirms everything, I can obtain a sizable reward. "
"Kill terrorists." Song Zhenting nodded with a look of approval. "Indeed, this is a path to wealth. However, it is dangerous. Extremely dangerous. Do you think that risking your life is fair to Jiajia? As for your Sky Battle Net sect, I'm afraid it will soon disappear. "
"Disappear?"
Qin Fen looked at Song Zhenting very suspiciously. If such a great expert were to make a move to deal with a tiny little Dragon Hall, then the Song Family would lose face. Dragon Hall's reputation would only soar due to attracting such an expert. Even if Dragon Hall was flattened, Dragon Hall's reputation would still soar.
"It's not me." Song Zhenting's two index fingers pointed at the door. "The people who will be taking the test over the next few days will most likely be very interested in destroying their competitors' path to wealth. Don't you think so?"
Qin Fen instantly felt his hands and feet go ice-cold. Even more so, a chill ran up his spine and into the top of his head.
The Sky Battle Net was an important source of money to find his older brother and to marry Song Jia. Song Zhenting actually used just a few words to cut off Qin Fen's path to making money.
"What do you think?" Song Zhenting's right hand's middle finger and index finger pressed down on the three checks from before. He pushed them toward Qin Fen. "Take these three checks and give up on Jiajia. I can guarantee you that I won't touch your Dragon Hall. Right? It's called Dragon Hall, right? "
Qin Fen smiled. The great families were truly amazing! A few casual words and a flick of a finger could crush a person's hard work into powder.
Qin Fen looked at the three checks on the coffee table and smiled in extreme delight. If it were a few months ago, it would be very hard to say what the final result would be when faced with such threats and temptations.
But now! Ever since his body fused with that bizarre liquid metal. When faced with a challenge, no matter how difficult the challenge was, no matter how impossible it was to win the challenge, Qin Fen didn't want to give up. On the contrary, the battle intent within his chest would rise higher and higher.
"Uncle Song." Qin Fen learned from Song Zhenting. He used his middle finger and index finger to press down on the coffee table and pushed them back. "Jiajia has already shed tears for me once. I absolutely won't let her shed tears for me a second time."
"Since it's like this …." Song Zhenting's calm eyes suddenly turned sharp. In the next instant, his gaze shot toward Qin Fen's body. It was as if two great mountains were pressing down on him. The pressure caused Qin Fen's chest to feel suffocated. Cold words entered Qin Fen's ears. "For the sake of Jiajia, I have no choice but to make you disappear."
Song Zhenting had yet to make a move, but his aura surged to the heavens, filling the entire room in an instant.
Qin Fen felt that he wasn't facing a person, but rather an ancient giant demon. He was an ancient giant who could raise a hundred-foot wave in the ocean with a wave of his hand or foot. Qin Fen was like a small boat amidst a tsunami. It was possible that he could be completely buried in the depths of the ocean by the hundred-foot wave at any moment.
The difference in strength between the two was far too great. Qin Fen felt that he was like a child who had just entered kindergarten in front of Song Zhenting. He was facing a world champion of boxing.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Five seconds. Ten seconds ….
One minute ….
Song Zhenting withdrew his aura and sat back down in his seat. He picked up a peanut from the plate, and with a sudden shake of his wrist, the crunchy peanut that entered his mouth let out a terrifying sound of friction with the air. A long wave of air that was visible to the naked eye was dragged behind him. It looked like a bullet fired in slow motion.
Just how powerful was a bullet propelled by the explosion of gunpowder in a narrow space?
Though the peanut that Song Zhenting casually flicked wasn't as powerful as a real bullet, its power surpassed that of a real bullet.
When faced with such a sudden attack, practically no young expert would choose to face it head-on. Retreating was the best method.
Song Zhenting's eyes carried a bit of expectation. He wanted to know just what sort of reaction Qin Fen would make. He wanted to know whether or not Qin Fen would just be foolishly bold.
When faced with the peanut that was like a bullet, Qin Fen didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest. His right foot dropped down, shaking the ground with his left foot. His left arm moved to the front of his abdomen, and his right arm passed through the inside of his left arm, going from bottom to top in a vertical punch.
Flood Fist! Soaring Cannon!
The sound of a car tire suddenly exploding rang in the air. The peanut was blasted by the cannon-like punch, and it immediately turned into a pile of dregs that scattered to the ground.
When the cannon fist of the Flood Fist was released, even Song Zhenting could feel the ground beneath his feet tremble. For the first time, a glimmer of light called shock flashed in his eyes.
He was so young, yet he was able to unleash such a basic fist technique like the Flood Fist with such vigor and such boldness! He was truly rare among the rare.
Of course, this was not what truly shocked him.
That punch just now clearly had the power of a five-star martial artist, but he had no doubt that if he were to face a six-star martial artist, the final winner would be this five-star martial artist.
Even a six-star martial artist might not be able to comprehend the true essence of the Rocket-like Cannon just now. However, this young man had comprehended it and successfully displayed its true essence.
What was even rarer was that the punch contained two types of power.
Dragon Elephant Prajna Art! Golden Bell Shield? Iron Skin? No, it seems to be the Indestructible Vajra Body?
As for the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art, Song Zhenting was completely certain that it was a five-star meteor grade Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art.
But that wasn't the full power of that punch. What protected his fist from the true qi on the peanut wasn't the protective art of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, but another protective art.
Song Zhenting had once suspected that it was the Golden Bell Cover, but he quickly rejected this conjecture, and even more so, rejected the conjecture that it was the Iron Skin Shirt.
As for the Indestructible Body of Vajra, one of the super protective techniques of the paleo martial arts? Song Zhenting still didn't dare to completely confirm this conjecture.
In that instant, Song Zhenting truly felt the aura of the Golden Bell Cover, the Iron Skin Shirt, and the Indestructible Vajra Body. But regardless of which aura it was, it wasn't pure. It was as if all the protective arts of ancient martial arts had been fused together.
Fusing all the protective arts together? Song Zhenting didn't dare to believe such a thing would happen.
As a member of a martial arts family, he knew better than anyone else that every protective divine art had its own uniqueness, and there was almost no compatibility between them.
This was also the reason why people who cultivated protective arts only needed to choose one, and not two or more. It was because even if they cultivated it, they would only be able to use one in battle.
The protective art that Song Zhenting cultivated was the Earth Martial God, Song Wendong, who used his grandmaster-level vision in martial arts to forcefully fuse the Golden Bell Cover, the Iron Skin Shirt, the Thirteen Horizontal Grand Guardians, and the Purple Sun True Body together to create the Earthen Vajra Body!
Song Zhenting was extremely proud of this Earthen Vajra Body. There were very few people in the world who could fuse two protective arts together. Song Zhenting's protective art was formed from the fusion of four protective arts of ancient martial arts. Song Wendong evaluated its might to be above that of the Indestructible Vajra Body.
But just now, Song Zhenting felt that Qin Fen's protective art was extremely messy. It was as if they weren't fused, yet they were fused together, but the fusion was a mess.
"You …." Song Zhenting stared at Qin Fen. He suddenly realized that his investigation of Qin Fen wasn't sufficient. How could a poor young man possibly come into contact with the higher levels of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art beyond the third stage?
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