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Chapter 18 You don't just know you're wrong, you know you're going to die!

This is a golden fist.

It shone with golden light, possessed unparalleled strength, and the power it unleashed directly shattered the air, producing a terrifying explosion.

In an instant, Zhou Qing's golden fist collided with the sandbag-sized fist of the towering giant.

Boom boom!

The two forces collided, producing a dull thud.

Immediately afterwards, the burly man was struck as if by a giant hammer, and was sent flying backward, crashing into the crowd behind him.

"Ah, get out of the way!"

Someone screamed in terror.

However, their reaction was still too slow.

The massive, towering man flew in like a mountain, instantly knocking the crowd behind him off balance. One by one, bones were broken, tendons were snapped, blood gushed from the mouth, and screams filled the air.

Zhou Yunpeng was pulled away by a guard, narrowly avoiding a collision, but he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, unable to maintain his dignity.

"Cough cough cough...This is impossible!"

The towering man collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood repeatedly, his face pale, and he didn't even have the strength to get up.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

You should know that he has cultivated the second-rate body-refining technique Iron Shirt to the sixth level of perfection. When activated at full power, it can unleash tens of thousands of pounds of force, enough to kill ferocious beasts like tigers and bears with his bare hands.

However, Zhou Qing's attack shattered his Iron Shirt technique completely, overwhelming him with its devastating force.

Such power is definitely not something a second-rate martial artist could possess.

"First-class...first-class warrior!"

The burly man with the iron tower was horrified.

Zhou Qing was not a second-rate martial artist at all, but a first-rate martial artist, and a first-rate martial artist who cultivated body-refining techniques.

If they knew Zhou Qing was a first-rate martial artist.

He would absolutely not accept this task; it would be suicidal.

The thought of possibly losing his life filled the burly man with fear. He struggled to get up from the ground, but Zhou Qing was already in front of him, raising his long knife.

puff!
A head with wide-open eyes flew high into the air.

"how so!"

Zhou Yunpeng, slumped on the ground, looked ashen-faced.

This burly man was someone he had hired from the city at great expense. He was a second-rate peak martial artist who had reached the sixth level of the Acquired Realm, and his main cultivation method was body-refining techniques, specifically designed to deal with Zhou Qing.

But to everyone's surprise, this burly man was so vulnerable in front of Zhou Qing that he couldn't even withstand a single move.

Zhou Yunpeng was filled with despair and resentment.

If he had known this would happen, he should have arranged for the other party to die in the county jail instead of waiting for some kind of execution in the autumn.

But Zhou Yunpeng couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

Just over a month ago, Zhou Qing was just an ordinary doctor at a folk clinic. How did he suddenly become so skilled?

Could it be that there is a peerless master imprisoned in the county jail, and Zhou Qing has obtained the master's life-long skills?

This isn't a storybook; such an absurd thing couldn't possibly happen.

"Zhou Yunpeng, now it's your turn!"

Zhou Qing, knife in hand, slowly walked towards Zhou Yunpeng. His words were calm and indifferent, as if he were narrating something insignificant, but to Zhou Yunpeng, they were like a thunderclap, sending a shiver down his spine and casting a shadow of death over his heart.

"Young Master Zhou... let's talk this out!"

A strong sense of fear rose in Zhou Yunpeng's heart. He wanted to run away, but his body seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move at all.

"Young Master Zhou, all of this is because of my rebellious son. You have already killed him. There is no hatred between us that cannot be resolved. I should not have issued a bounty on my son because of his death. I know I was wrong. As long as you are willing to let me go, I am willing to pay any amount of money!"

Zhou Yunpeng's voice trembled slightly as he tried to persuade Zhou Qing to spare his life with money.

"You don't know you're wrong, you know you're going to die," Zhou Qing said calmly. "You want me to let you go? I'm not going to let you go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Qing's figure suddenly accelerated, rushing towards Zhou Yunpeng like a bolt of lightning.

"Do not……"

Zhou Yunpeng looked terrified.

He tried to dodge, but his body wouldn't obey him. Moreover, Zhou Qing was too fast. He had barely opened his mouth to utter a single word when the long knife in Zhou Qing's hand slit his trachea.

"Zhou Qing, the criminal on the wanted list, has appeared."

"Surround the Zhou residence quickly. We absolutely cannot let Zhou Qing escape this time."

"Fortunately, the Eagle Wolf Guard who is investigating Zhou Qing has not left yet. This time, with the criminal Zhou Qing appearing, he will definitely not be able to escape."

"The Eagle Wolf Guard leader this time is a deputy commander of the Crimson Wolf Guard, a first-class martial artist who has reached the seventh level of the Acquired Realm."

At this moment, a commotion arose outside the Zhou residence, mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps and the clash of weapons.

The Zhou residence was not far from the county government office, so it was clear that the county constables had received the news and rushed over to surround the Zhou residence.

"So you're Zhou Qing? Hmph, you've chosen the path to hell when there's a way to heaven. Today is your death day!"

As a loud voice rang out, a man dressed in red strode into the backyard of the Zhou residence, followed by two martial artists dressed in black wolf robes.

The man in red had a resolute face, sharp eyes, and exuded an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger.

He was none other than Lin Feng, the deputy commander of the Red Wolf Guard in Anqing Prefecture, a first-rate martial artist who had reached the seventh level of the Acquired Realm.

"The Eagle Wolf Guard has arrived."

"Great, we are saved!"

"The man before us is named Lin Feng. He is the deputy commander of the Red Wolf Guard, a first-class martial artist at the seventh level of the Acquired Realm. Zhou Qing has no chance against him."

Zhou Yunpeng's wife and children, who had been in despair, cheered excitedly when they saw Lin Feng appear.

These people seemed to have seen a savior and rushed to Lin Feng, kneeling down and kowtowing repeatedly, saying, "Lord Lin, you must do justice for us! This Zhou Qing is lawless. He killed the master and injured so many of us. You must bring him to justice!"

"Rest assured, with me here, Zhou Qing won't be able to harm you in the slightest." Lin Feng nodded slightly, then looked at Zhou Qing and said coldly, "Zhou Qing, do you know your crime?"

"What is my fault?"

Zhou Qing remained calm and said indifferently.

"You escaped from prison without permission, killed someone in the street, and even beheaded Zhao Sheng, an official of the imperial guard, the Eagle Wolf Guard. Now you have broken into the Zhou residence and killed someone. Your crimes are heinous and countless. Today, I will arrest you and bring you to justice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng made his move instantly.

He unleashed a powerful punch, containing the force to shatter mountains.

At this moment, facing this punch, Zhou Qing felt an invisible force acting on him. In his eyes, Lin Feng's fists continued to grow larger and larger, as majestic as mountains.

These fists could shatter mountains.

(End of this chapter)