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Chapter 87 Viper Slain, New and Old Hatreds

The bowl was covered with strange and obscure inscriptions, and the two men's palms were covered in blood.

Even after Meng Chuan came in, he still held her tightly.

Without having time to think, Meng Chuan launched a flying kick.

"Bring it to you!"

His leg strength was more than a thousand pounds; the entire toilet trembled.

The blood-red bowl slipped from their hands and slammed heavily against the wall in the distance with a loud crash.

The powerful impact caused the wall to crack instantly, with countless cracks spreading out like a giant spider web.

Before the two could react, he lightly touched the ground and arrived behind them in the blink of an eye.

With two light taps of his fists, the two men were either being controlled or had no idea what was happening.

Without even uttering a sound, he tilted his head to the side and collapsed unconscious.

Meanwhile, Yuan Huan, who was controlling everything from the shadows, gently rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingers.

His brows furrowed slightly.

"Something's wrong."

Yuan Huan muttered to himself, a look of suspicion flashing across his face.

He sat up straight instantly, picked up the communication device without hesitation, and whispered the instructions:

"Go check the situation at the dojo's restrooms and report back to me immediately."

The Blackwater Squad had already set up the array around the school when they suddenly heard Yuan Huan's unquestionable voice.

"receive."

"Viper, take this and go check out the situation over there. Make sure it's quick."

"clear."

The viper's voice was high-pitched as it drew a sharp snake-head dagger from its waist, its fingers lightly tracing the blade, its eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

the other side.

Yuan Huan was still uneasy, frantically weighing the pros and cons in his mind. After a little thought, he finally decided to go in person.

He knew in his heart:
"The massacre of the entire school is too insane. If I am exposed, I will surely die."

But when he thought of that immense power of fear, which could help him break through his bottleneck and eventually become a martial arts master, his eyes instantly became greedy and resolute.

"Damn it, fortune favors the bold. Once we succeed, we'll run away as fast as we can!"

Yuan Huan lowered his head and cursed, a sinister glint flashing across his face.

He quickly changed into his black robe and, like a ghost, stealthily made his way towards the school.

The toilet at the martial arts hall.

After confirming that the surrounding area was temporarily safe, Meng Chuan did not hesitate at all and immediately called Long Jiu.

"Chief Long, the Hu brothers are in the restroom of the martial arts arena, holding a strange blood bowl. I don't know what they're up to. I've decided to knock them out and deal with them."

"Well done! I'm on my way!"

Meng Chuan responded and then hung up the phone. Time was of the essence; the enemy lurking in the shadows could make a new move at any moment.

At the same time, Long Jiu also began to give orders:
"Everyone, get into the school immediately and take control of the situation!"

The nearby officers, who had been lying in wait near the school, immediately took action and ran into the remaining five Blackwater team members.

Without exchanging a single word, the two sides immediately engaged in fierce combat.

Long Jiu had taken the safety of the school’s teachers and students into full consideration before the operation and informed Principal Zong of the situation in advance.

After receiving the call, Principal Zong, together with the martial arts teachers, settled the students in the auditorium.

The group then quickly headed towards the location of the police shootout, hoping to contribute their efforts once they arrived.

Meng Chuan, hidden deep inside, could faintly hear the sounds of fierce fighting coming from outside through the exhaust fan.

His brows were furrowed, and his thoughts were uncertain.

"The Hu brothers are behaving themselves now, but this Blood Bowl is unpredictable and the situation outside is still unclear. Going out rashly could be extremely dangerous."

"But if we keep hiding, we'll be caught like turtles in a jar, and the consequences will be unimaginable."

Within seconds, Meng Chuan made up his mind.

His gaze returned to the blood-red bowl in the corner, and only after confirming that it was completely still and showed no signs of danger did he slowly get up.

Meng Chuan crouched low, approaching the door step by step, each step slow and cautious.

He had barely opened the toilet door a crack when a chilling killing intent shot out like a glint of light!

Before he could react, a dark figure rushed in with a gust of wind.

The newcomer was none other than the viper!
He had hidden himself here at some unknown time, like a beast that had been lying in wait for a long time, waiting for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

Viper struck first, its figure closing in like a ghost, its right hand's short dagger aimed straight for Meng Chuan's throat.

"Little brat, it's your bad luck that's to blame."

The tip of the dagger gleamed with a cold light, its gleam dazzling.

Meng Chuan reacted extremely quickly, dodging to the side and bursting forward in an instant, narrowly avoiding the snake's forked tongue.

He then raised his leg and unleashed a powerful whip kick that swept towards the viper's waist with a violent whistling sound, like a dragon crashing down.

The viper remained calm and composed, its serpentine movements twisting and turning like waves as it skillfully dodged the attacks.

At the same time, he concealed the knife behind his back with his right hand, clenched his fist with his left hand, and threw an uppercut like a cannonball at Meng Chuan's chin.

Meng Chuan leaned back to dodge, the punch grazing his nose, the wind from the punch stinging his skin.

"That bastard is probably at level six!"

Warning bells rang in Meng Chuan's mind; the opponent's speed was vaguely superior to his own.

At this moment, he was relying on the predictive abilities that Master Luo had trained him to use in his battle!

Since the other party had concealed the dagger, Meng Chuan dared not approach for the time being and use his best close-combat skills.

At this moment, he was using the soft power of his long fist to entangle with the opponent, while constantly keeping an eye on the opponent's right sleeve.

The two exchanged blows with lightning speed, their punches and kicks causing the entire toilet to tremble.

Viper kicked the sink, and the supporting pillar beneath it snapped instantly, crashing viciously towards Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan leaped forward, dodging the flying sink.

Then, using the technique of small steps, he made a big leap in the air, his feet slamming into the viper like heavy hammers, creating a whooshing sound.

The viper quickly crossed its arms to defend itself, and with a muffled "bang," cracks appeared on the ground beneath its feet.

During the fierce battle, the door of the cubicle was shattered by the force of the punches, and wood chips flew everywhere like snowflakes.

The faucet was kicked off, and water gushed out like a fountain, mixing with the flying dust and turning the entire toilet into a mess.

The two figures flashed constantly in the chaos, each collision accompanied by a loud noise, almost tearing the toilet to pieces.

The battle raged on, and Meng Chuan's eyes were sharp as a hawk's, fixed on his opponent's every move.

In that split second, he spotted a subtle flaw.

With each attack, the opponent's right shoulder would unconsciously droop slightly, a sign that they were preparing to draw a short dagger from their sleeve for a sneak attack.

Meng Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and a plan came to mind. The next second, Viper used the same trick again, kicking the broken partition with its left foot to block Meng Chuan's view.

Then his right shoulder slumped down, and the short dagger, revealing its fangs, viciously stabbed forward.

Meng Chuan observed this scene, and without dodging or avoiding, he charged straight at the dagger.

During the charge, Meng Chuan slightly adjusted his posture, aiming the dagger at his left chest.

With a "thud," Meng Chuan withstood the stab, the short dagger piercing half an inch into his protective suit, but failing to penetrate a vital organ.

The viper's smile froze on his face.

In the next instant, Meng Chuan moved with lightning speed, delivering a powerful whip kick that struck his opponent's chest with overwhelming force.

"Crack!" A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out, and the viper's chest instantly collapsed!

Immediately afterwards, Meng Chuan's figure passed through the flying figure, and the heavy cannon punch that burned everything directly through his chest, blood splattering everywhere!

The viper stood there, its chest wide open, its face filled with disbelief and pain.

He then slowly slid down and collapsed to the ground, falling silent.

The blood-soaked bowl lay fallen against the wall in the distance, silently watching everything that had happened.

Meng Chuan turned around and stood amidst the chaos, his heavy breathing gradually subsiding.

"Thanks to Master Luo's previous teachings, otherwise I would not have met a good end today."

Yuan Huan, who had just arrived, happened to witness this scene, and his eyes were fixed on Meng Chuan's back.

Like a brand deeply buried in his heart, it instantly ignited the hatred within him.

“It’s you again!!!”

The ape's cry was exceptionally mournful, each word uttered carrying boundless hatred.

That rainy night, the other party destroyed his demonic seed, and today they've come out again to ruin his plans.

New and old grudges intertwined wildly, almost completely devouring his reason.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was trembling with anger.

As his thoughts grew increasingly violent, a massive, malevolent ape shadow slowly emerged behind him.

The ape's sharp claws were like a giant black scythe, about to crush Meng Chuan completely!

At this critical moment, Meng Chuan raised his phone and said:

"what?"

"Chief Lung Kyu, you've arrived, right? I'm in the dojo's restroom, you can see me from here, right?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Huan froze, his face turning deathly pale.

There was no time to think. If Long Jiu came and saw him, he would be speechless.

He knew in his heart that Long Jiu, as a martial arts master of the third level, was an opponent he could not possibly contend with.

The instinct for survival overcame the hatred in his heart. Yuan Huan's eyes were filled with resentment, and he was so angry that he almost bit his gums to pieces.

Without lingering any longer, he turned and disappeared into the darkness, running away without a second thought.

The alarm bells that had been ringing in his mind were lifted. Meng Chuan stood there, his back already soaked with sweat.

His heart was pounding wildly, and only when he glanced at Yuan Huan's departing figure out of the corner of his eye did his extremely tense nerves finally relax.

Recalling the great danger he had just faced, Meng Chuan couldn't help but praise himself for his quick thinking.

The enemy's aura was fierce and overwhelming; they were at least at the level of martial arts masters.

If he hadn't successfully scared the other party off by pretending to make a phone call, he would probably have been in grave danger.

A moment later, a whooshing sound suddenly came from the sky, and Meng Chuan instinctively tried to dodge.

"Again?"

"One wave subsides only for another to rise!"

Fortunately, a dark brown meteor descended from the sky with tremendous force.

With a loud "boom", the ground was shaken and dust flew up. Long Jiu landed steadily next to Meng Chuan.

"The surrounding area is under control. Are you alright here?"

Long Jiu was worried that if Meng Chuan got into trouble, his master would fight him to the death.

Therefore, instead of staying outside to oversee the overall situation, he rushed over immediately.

Meng Chuan felt a sense of relief, and without exchanging pleasantries, he quickly pointed in the direction Yuan Huan had fled.

"Chief Long, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, go after them! It must be the mastermind!"

"Let's go together and help me identify it!"

After saying that, Long Jiu's aura surged, and the next second his bones crackled like popping beans.

As the muscles all over his body rapidly expanded and grew larger, stiff black hairs began to sprout.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a massive, dark-colored giant ape.

The black ape's fur stood upright like steel needles, radiating a chilling and oppressive aura. Just by standing there, the surrounding air seemed to expand as if it were about to burst.

It is precisely its [Ape God Dharma Form]!
Then, in his giant ape form, Long Jiu bent down, stretched out his strong arms, and steadily lifted Meng Chuan up, placing him on his broad shoulders.

"That's it!"

As Meng Chuan pointed the way, Long Jiu was like a cannonball fired from a gun, his feet leaving deep footprints on the ground, and the surrounding scenery rushed past.

Meng Chuan felt as small as a leaf, as if the air around him had been compressed into a thick liquid.

At this moment, he truly realized the terrifying strength of a martial arts master.

"It should be him!"

A moment later, Long Jiu caught up with Yuan Huan. With a flick of his long arm, he grabbed Yuan Huan firmly in his hand with a "whoosh!"

The demonic ape shadow behind Yuan Huan crumbled at the slightest touch when Long Jiu grasped it, like a thin sheet of paper.

Yuan Huan, true to his previous ferocious appearance, twisted and struggled wildly all over his body.

His will to survive was indeed strong; he kept waving his hands, trying to pry open Long Jiu's fingers.

It kept emitting desperate and furious roars:
"Let me go! Let me go, ahhh!"

Long Jiu found it annoying and squeezed it a little harder, almost squeezing Yuan Huan until he shit himself.

Faced with absolute power, Yuan Huan's struggles were futile.

Sitting on Long Jiu's shoulders, Meng Chuan felt a surge of pleasure as he looked at Long Jiu's disheveled appearance.

Yuan Huan stopped struggling and realized that Meng Chuan was sitting on Long Jiu's shoulder.

Seeing Meng Chuan's malicious smile, Yuan Huan almost choked on his own blood, his eyes widening in shock.

He caught his last breath in his chest and fainted on the spot from anger.

Long Jiu circulated his internal energy, gently drawing it out like an invisible thread.

The hood on his head was suddenly pulled back, and the moment he saw the face clearly, Long Jiu was greatly surprised:
"It's actually Yuan Huan?"

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