Fanatic!

Chapter 33 Since you want it, drag the person out!
If Chen Wujun had wanted to leave just now, he could have.

Moreover, he managed to kill nine of the twelve opponents while being surrounded by them, which would make him famous.

But Chen Wujun had no intention of leaving; he was now in a killing frenzy.

After overturning the wooden crate to block one person, he stomped his feet and lunged at another person.

The other person took a step back, but the baseball bat in his hand did not come down. He had seen clearly that Chen Wujun used a wooden board as a shield, which would deflect the force to the side, so the bat could not hurt him at all.

He used the baseball bat in his hand as a knife, thrusting it directly at Chen Wujun's chest, his eyes fixed on the knife in Chen Wujun's right hand.

The new martial arts practitioners are physically superior to ordinary people; even though they are holding a baseball bat, they can break a person's sternum with a single blow.

Meanwhile, another person slammed their fist into the wooden box, sending pieces of wood flying toward Chen Wujun.

Seeing Chen Wujun slip, the two dodged the wooden stick that was thrust at them and slashed their short knives toward the man's throat.

The man saw a flash of cold light before his eyes and jerked his upper body back, trying to dodge the blade.

However, another person's eyes widened in horror: "Be careful..."

At the same time, he swung the stick at Chen Wujun.

Chen Wujun only extended the knife halfway before withdrawing it. At the same time, he took a step forward and flicked the wooden board in his left hand upward, the sharp end of the board silently striking the man's chin.

The opponent could dodge the sword strike, but not the shield bash.

boom!
The man was hit squarely in the chin, his mouth was full of blood, and he was in excruciating pain while seeing stars.

A baseball bat slammed into the wooden board in Chen Wujun's hand. Without dissipating the force, the board shattered. Chen Wujun felt a sharp pain in his wrist and instantly let go of the shield. He then slammed into the man's arms, pushing him forward.

With a folding knife in his hand, he stabbed into his lower abdomen, stomach, and waist one cut at a time, then sliced ​​open his stomach with a slash, and then moved around to his side in a triangular stance.

A wooden stick came crashing down from right behind him.

As Chen Wujun changed positions, the other person landed directly on the man's shoulder.

Chen Wujun's feet trembled, and he suddenly lurched forward two or three meters before turning around and panting heavily.

He fought continuously throughout the night, each time unleashing his full power. He felt like his lungs were about to explode, and his heart was pounding extremely fast.

At this moment, I dared not exert any force with my left hand either.

Although the wooden board blocked most of the impact, his wrist was still hit hard, causing a serious injury.

“Now, it’s just you left!” Chen Wujun grinned, his eyes fixed on the other person.

With his body and face covered in blood, he looked like a demon, sending chills down one's spine.

However, the opponent didn't care about anything else at this moment and swung the baseball bat at Chen Wujun.

The baseball bat was swung so fast that Chen Wujun had no chance to get close.

Chen Wujun's feet shifted constantly, his body swaying left and right as he retreated, like a venomous snake searching for an opportunity in the dark alley.

Just as the opponent's bat was about to fall, Chen Wujun suddenly pushed off with his feet, turning his body from retreating to attacking. His left arm quickly clamped the bat, while the knife in his right hand turned into a cold light and stabbed towards the opponent's chest.

The other party felt a chill run down their spine upon seeing that glint of cold light, realizing the situation was dire, and quickly retreated.

However, Chen Wujun darted to his side in a flash, and stabbed the knife in his hand toward his waist.

The opponent reacted quickly, slapping Chen Wujun's wrist away and releasing the baseball bat with his other hand, before punching Chen Wujun in the face.

Chen Wujun simply sidestepped to block his arm, and continued to silently stab at his waist with his right hand.

The other person was instantly jolted, almost losing their mind, and grabbed the knife with their left hand, not caring even if their five fingers were crippled.

Chen Wujun yanked the knife back and then slammed his knee into the opponent's chest.

boom!
The other person was slammed against the wall.

Chen Wujun practiced knee strikes every day. This knee strike was more powerful than a sledgehammer hitting the body, directly rendering the opponent unable to fight. The opponent opened their mouth wide to try to breathe, but like a dehydrated fish, they couldn't take in a single breath.

This is a normal human reaction after being struck in vital areas of the chest and abdomen; it takes at least ten seconds to recover.

But at that moment, he didn't even have a dozen seconds.

Chen Wujun drew his knife and sliced ​​off most of the man's hand holding the knife, then plunged the knife into his abdomen one stab after another.

Seeing blood gushing from the man's mouth, Chen Wujun stabbed him in the neck again.

The man collapsed limply, and Chen Wujun took two steps back, leaning against the wall to breathe heavily.

In the dimly lit alley where only a few lights peeked from distant windows, the only sound was Chen Wujun's heavy breathing, like a bellows.

After resting for about a minute, Chen Wujun strained his back and swayed slightly as he walked back along the same path.

He hadn't noticed it during the battle, but now that it was over, he felt his legs go weak and he was almost completely exhausted.

My palms and the hilt of the knife were covered in sweat and blood. Luckily, it was a curved horn-shaped hilt, otherwise it would have slipped from my hand long ago.

Chen Wujun tucked the knife under his left arm, took out his phone from his pocket, flipped it open, and called Shark Nine.

After three rings, Shark Nine answered the phone.

"Junzi, something's happened?"

"I was surrounded and killed by 12 men sent by Li Dong!" Chen Wujun said, panting heavily.

"You can still make phone calls, so things don't look bad. Where are you located?" Shark Nine asked.

“One of them went back to get help, the others stayed behind. The location is in an alley about 120 meters east of the dance floor.” “I’m coming right away.”

Chen Wujun stuffed the phone into his pocket, grabbed the knife, and walked back to where he started. There were several people who were still alive, groaning against the wall. One of them had a face that was almost caved in; he had been hit by Chen Wujun's elbow.

Hearing footsteps, they all looked up, their eyes filled with hatred: "Catch that kid..."

The words stopped abruptly.

A young man wearing a shirt, his face covered in blood, emerged from around the corner, carrying a large folding knife.

"you……"

Chen Wujun didn't waste any words with them and stabbed them with his knife.

In just a few moments, he stabbed several people to death, including the new martial artist whose stomach he had previously slashed open.

When it came to the last person, the other person kept backing away, saying, "Don't kill me, the boss sent us to capture you, don't kill me..."

Chen Wujun raised his knife and then lowered it, kicked him in the face, then turned and slashed twice above his heels.

He suddenly remembered something.

If we don't leave anyone alive, who will make a name for themselves?

Leaving someone alive makes you more convincing and enhances your reputation.

Wasn't he fighting this battle all for fame and power?

Chen Wujun's legs felt weak, and he walked step by step toward the alley entrance.

A man returning home late had just entered the alley when he saw Chen Wujun covered in blood, carrying a knife and walking out. Terrified, he turned and ran.

Chen Wujun waited at the alley entrance for two minutes when five henchmen from the dance hall came running over quickly, carrying sticks and constantly looking around.

They were all startled to see Chen Wujun leaning against the alley entrance, covered in blood.

"Brother Jun?"

If it weren't for Chen Wujun's shirt, which made him somewhat recognizable, the group would hardly have recognized him.

"How's the situation? Where are they?"

"Go inside and drag everyone over." Chen Wujun grinned, revealing a set of white teeth and a chilling murderous intent.

"Don't worry, there's only one still alive."

He then pointed to one of the henchmen.

"Go and get two bottles of water and a piece of linen."

The other henchmen mustered their courage and went inside. After walking a few dozen meters, they saw a pile of bodies lying on the ground and smelled a pungent stench of blood.

The group exchanged glances, and they could all see the shock in each other's eyes.

I checked, and they were all dead.

Some were stabbed in the neck, and some were stabbed five or six times.

There were eight corpses in total.

Thinking about Chen Wujun's blood-covered body, the group felt a chill run down their spines, and the hairs on the back of their necks stood on end.

Hearing a commotion ahead, the group cautiously approached and saw another person groaning on the ground, their face a bloody mess.

Nine people, eight corpses.

……

"Brother Jun, water!" The henchman came over carrying two bottles of water and a towel.

Chen Wujun tilted his head back and chugged half a bottle, then poured the remaining half onto his face. He then tore off his shirt and wiped his face haphazardly. He picked up another bottle and poured it onto his face and body, before grabbing a towel to clean his face.

Less than five minutes later, Longjin Street was in chaos as Shark Nine arrived with sixty or seventy men.

Chen Wujun saw that behind Shark Nine, besides Jixiang and Ahao, there was a short-haired, wiry man. He had seen him once before; he was Cunbao.

Meanwhile, Wenlong arrived from another direction with over a hundred people.

The two sides met directly on Longjin Street.

“Shark Nine!” Wenlong stared at Shark Nine with a gloomy face.

Shark Nine didn't even look at him; instead, he looked at Chen Wujun at the alley entrance.

"You can still stand, that's good!"

"Shark Nine, release my men!" Wenlong's face grew even colder, and he cursed inwardly.

Twelve people were trying to catch one person, but they still couldn't catch him.

The people are in Shark Nine's hands now. He needs to get them back first, then he can worry about other things.

"People?" Shark Nine sneered, turning his head to ask Chen Wujun, "Junzi, where are their people?"

"He wants it? Since he wants it... drag him out." Chen Wujun threw his shirt aside, revealing his muscular physique with his bare upper body exposed, and walked to Shark Nine with a fierce and murderous look in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)