Hong Kong film: Starts with a ghost on his back, his henchmen are all underworld minions.

Chapter 142 The Pheasant's Despair

"what!"

The man screamed in agony as blood gushed out.

Feng Yuxiu pulled out his blood-stained knife and continued hacking away expressionlessly, quickly felling two more enemies.

Seeing this, the members of the Sanlian Gang retreated in fear.

"Stop cowering, charge!" the pheasant roared.

The crowd had no choice but to gather around again.

At this moment, Su Zhe also joined the fray, defeating several people with a few punches and kicks.

Meanwhile, in the shadows of some bushes on the hilltop, Taiyi stood with his arms crossed, coldly observing the chaotic battle.

"Su Zhe, your death is imminent!"

……

Su Zhe and Feng Yuxiu stood back to back, repelling wave after wave of Hung Hing thugs.

Their strength truly shocked Chicken, and the underlings they brought were all elite troops. Hung Hing's forces were simply unable to encircle and annihilate them.

The situation was starting to get out of control. Pheasant's expression changed slightly, and he shouted loudly, "Brothers, keep up the good work, we must annihilate them!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure from the Hung Hing forces suddenly broke through the encirclement and attacked Su Zhe's vitals with lightning speed.

This attack came with overwhelming force, extremely fast speed, and a power of 8*6.

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64%

The sheer number of lines, number seven, four, and six, was enough to make everyone around gasp in astonishment.

However, just as the fatal blow was about to hit, Su Zhe's eyes sharpened, and he subtly dodged to the side, causing the attack to pass by without causing any damage.

The newcomer stumbled, barely managing to regain his footing. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was none other than Prince, Hung Hing's top martial arts expert!

The crown prince had a slight limp in his left leg, a ferocious expression, and his eyes were filled with hatred for Su Zhe.

"Su Zhe, our feud will end today!" the Crown Prince roared.

Su Zhe just smiled wryly and said, "Brother Crown Prince, your limp leg doesn't look very flexible. Is your leg injury from last time still not healed?"

The crown prince's expression changed, and he angrily retorted, "What's it to you! One of my legs is enough!"

After saying that, he suddenly lunged at Su Zhe, his fists attacking like a storm.

However, Su Zhe remained calm and composed throughout, skillfully dodging every move of the Crown Prince without even being touched.

"Your Highness, you can't even touch the hem of my robe, let alone take my life. Even in your prime, you might not have been my match. Now that you've lost a leg, you still dare to dream of taking my life?" Su Zhe sneered.

The Crown Prince was so enraged by Su Zhe that he could no longer contain his anger, and his eyes were filled with hatred for Su Zhe.

He trembled violently and gritted his teeth, saying, "Su Zhe, I'm warning you, you'd better shut up!"

After saying that, his eyes turned bloodshot, he roared, his murderous aura soaring to the sky, and threw a punch at Su Zhe's face with all his might.

This punch came with tremendous force, accompanied by a whooshing sound as it pierced the air; its power was so fierce that it could shatter rocks.

Those around were stunned by the imposing aura of the Crown Prince's move and dared not make any rash moves.

However, just as the fatal punch was about to land, Su Zhe's eyes narrowed, and he did not flinch, but instead faced the terrifying blow head-on!

With a loud "boom," Su Zhe caught the prince's iron fist with one hand, and wisps of air flowed from his palm.

Before the Crown Prince could react, Su Zhe slapped him hard across the face with a force as powerful as a storm.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the prince was sent flying more than ten meters away by the slap.

He fell heavily to the ground, spitting out blood, and could no longer get up.

"Know your limits."

Su Zhe stopped his attack and stood still, speaking calmly.

Chicken and the Hung Hing members were deeply intimidated by Su Zhe's strength and dared not make any further rash moves.

The Crown Prince's crushing defeat speaks for itself; the legend of Su Zhe's extraordinary strength is not unfounded!

With the Crown Prince being slapped to the ground by Su Zhe, the morale of the Hung Hing forces was immediately severely damaged.

They all believed that with the Crown Prince's strength, he would definitely be able to defeat Su Zhe, but the result was completely the opposite.

"Even the Crown Prince can't beat him, how could we insignificant figures be a match for him?"

"If you ask me, we'd better get out of here quickly, lest we get slaughtered by Su Zhe!"

The Hung Hing thugs were filled with fear. They looked at each other and dared not step forward again.

Seeing this, the pheasant jumped up and down in a panic: "You cowards, all of you, attack! We outnumber you, what are you afraid of!"

But Hung Hing's men had lost their fighting spirit and were all thinking about finding a chance to escape.

At this moment, Feng Yuxiu picked up the knife from the ground and roared, "Brothers, charge! Let's counterattack and settle scores!"

After speaking, his eyes flashed with a sharp light. As if he were in an empty place, he turned his blade and cut down three Hung Hing thugs.

Seeing how brave Feng Yuxiu was, the Tung Sing underlings were inspired by his spirit and drew their swords to charge into Hung Hing's ranks.

"Don't be afraid, brothers, charge!"

"Counterattack! Slaughter these bastards!"

With their forces united and in high spirits, Tung Sing quickly launched a counterattack against Hung Hing, inflicting heavy casualties.

Seeing that the situation was settled, the remaining Hung Hing henchmen threw down their knives and clubs and fled.

Seeing his side suffer such a rapid defeat, the pheasant's legs began to weaken. Knowing that the situation was hopeless, he just wanted to find a chance to escape.

As a result, Hung Hing's thugs had all scattered and fled, leaving only him and a few underlings behind. They were quickly surrounded by Tung Sing's men.

Chapter 143 Su Zhe's Terrifying Strength

Feng Yuxiu, wielding a long sword, walked menacingly towards the pheasant.

"Herring, you've gotten yourself into big trouble today. I'll settle this score for Boss Su!"

The pheasant took two steps back in terror, its legs too weak to stand.

He realized with despair that he was probably doomed to die today!

"Wait, Brother Feng, we'll deal with this kid later."

At this moment, Su Zhe gestured to stop his men, and then said to Shanji, "I heard that you invited Taiyi, the number one assassin from the Dark Gate of Japan. I'd like to experience the power of the Dark Gate firsthand. Let Taiyi come out!"

Chicken was stunned and shocked. How did Su Zhe know that the Triad had secretly hired an accomplice?

Could it be that the Hung Hing Group leaked the news? But he didn't know how to respond to Su Zhe, because given the current situation, he didn't even know if Tai Yi had already escaped.

At this moment, a calm and collected voice rang out, and Taiyi, with a confident expression, slowly emerged from the shadows: "Su Zhe, you've finally waited for me to make my move. I, Taiyi 18, am an undefeated god of death. Today, I'll show you the power of the Dark Gate!"

Su Zhe sized up Taiyi and sneered, "Hmph, I've heard of your name, but in my eyes you're no different from other assassins. You think you can withstand three of my moves and survive?"

Taiyi crossed his arms and said calmly, "No matter how high your kung fu is, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife. Today I've brought hidden weapons. No matter how skilled you are, you can't beat my dart-throwing skills."

After saying that, he flicked his left hand, and more than a dozen sharp darts shot towards Su Zhe's vital chest.

Su Zhe's eyes narrowed, and he spun around rapidly, clapping his hands to knock all the darts away.

"Good work!"

Taiyi narrowed his eyes and waved his hand again, sending a second wave of darts flying.

Su Zhe's palms clashed, but this time the dart's angle was strange and unpredictable, forcing him to take a few steps back and narrowly dodge it.

"Haha, Su Zhe, your bare-handed skills are no match for my hidden weapons!" Taiyi said smugly.

"You think you can take my life with a hidden weapon?"

Su Zhe sneered, casually picked up a piece of gravel from the ground, and threw it violently. The clash of metal and stone knocked all the darts out of Taiyi's hand.

Taiyi's smile froze, and his expression changed slightly: "So, Su Zhe, you know how to use hidden weapons! But you're no match for my throwing knives!"

After saying that, he swiftly threw more than a hundred darts, their fierce killing intent aimed directly at Su Zhe's vital points.

Su Zhe channeled his inner strength, his palms flying, striking out hundreds of palm prints. The clanging sounds of impact were deafening, and all the darts were knocked down.

"Impossible! How could you knock down all my darts with your bare hands?" Taiyi's expression immediately changed.

"Tch, you still don't know how powerful Su Zhe is? Take this!"

Su Zhe suddenly struck out with his palm, the wind from which swept in like a storm.

Taiyi's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly dodged, but was still affected by the palm strike and staggered back a few steps.

"You bastard, Su Zhe!"

Taiyi's face darkened: "Today I'm going to show you what real assassin skills are!"

After saying that, he took a deep breath, focused his mind and circulated his energy, and quickly flicked out countless hidden weapons from his right wrist with his left hand.

Countless gleaming needles rained down on Su Zhe.