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Because the situation immediately reversed, Chen Luojun, the tanky fighter, fully demonstrated what it means to defeat a master with a flurry of punches. He knew that Di Qiu's qigong was very strong and he was no match for him, but he had the advantage of being young and resilient. In a desperate fight, he definitely had the upper hand.

So Chen Luojun gritted his teeth and withstood the heavy blows of the qigong punches without uttering a sound. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he resolutely abandoned defense and launched a fierce attack.

He then demonstrated what it means to be young and strong in combat.

Chen Luojun's strategy of trading injuries for injuries gradually wore down Di Qiu's stamina.

Then, it became a one-sided thrashing.

"what--"

With a scream from Di Qiu, Chen Luojun executed an over-the-shoulder throw, slamming Di Qiu hard onto the ground, creating a shallow crater with a crack.

Di Qiu's mouth was bleeding, and he struggled to sit up, panting heavily. His hair was disheveled, and his face was bruised and swollen, like a stray dog.

"Acting the most profound act, getting the worst beating?"

Liang Kun felt a toothache when he saw it, and his eyes flashed with deep disdain.

He had been quite optimistic about Di Qiu just now, but the old guy only looked cool for less than three seconds. His highlight moment was so short-lived that he didn't even last as long as Di Qiu's peak time of putting out the fire before being beaten up by Chen Luojun, who was in a half-crippled state.

What were you showing off for just now?

Chen Luojun was also panting heavily. Using brute force and thick blood to fight against an internal martial arts master had almost exhausted him. His eyes were fierce as he slowly picked up his cleaver and walked step by step toward Di Qiu.

"That's the look in my eyes!"

Di Qiu spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with flames of hatred and resentment. Back then, he was locked in a dog cage and watched his wife and children being killed. Chen Zhan, the king of killers back then, also had the same cold eyes!

"Big boss, what are you waiting for?"

Di Qiu roared through gritted teeth.

"Whoosh!"

The big boss remained unmoved, only giving Wang Jiu a look. The latter, with a wicked smile on his face, took the lead and rushed out, arriving in front of Chen Luojun in an instant like an arrow released from a bow.

Chen Luojun was shocked and swung his knife backhand.

when…..

A shocking scene unfolded. Chen Luojun stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief, as the sharp cleaver struck Wang Jiu's body without leaving even a white mark. It was as if he had struck a piece of cowhide filled with molten iron, not a human body!

"You haven't eaten? You still have some energy!"

Wang Jiu tilted his head, his smile incredibly arrogant.

"Ahhhh!"

Enraged, Chen Luojun brandished his machete, each strike aimed at Wang Jiu's vitals—groin, throat, heart, ribs… But Wang Jiu remained unmoved, a wicked smile playing on his lips: "I'll take it!"

The fierce hard qigong made everyone take notice. Chen Luojun was panting heavily, and in the end, he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand. Wang Jiu easily took the knife from him and slashed it hard on Chen Luojun's body, leaving a large bloodstain that was deep enough to see the bone.

"Good! Kill him!"

Seeing Chen Luojun fall to the ground in agony, Di Qiu's eyes were filled with intense resentment and he roared at the top of his lungs, transforming into a hideous demon.

"Luo Jun!"

At this moment, Shin couldn't hold back any longer. Without waiting for Tornado's permission, he rushed down in one stride. At the same time, a burly giant over two meters tall, wearing a white gladiator mask, rushed over. It was none other than Four-Zai.

Qin Tai sighed, "This Si Zai is an absolute warrior of pure love!"

Both were down on their luck, but he had his glory days. He was a famous underground boxer and model, handsome and dashing, with a girlfriend he loved. He was a true winner in life.

Unfortunately, he was tricked by the triads into attending a cruise ship party. The triad boss demanded that he film his adult film. After Si-zai firmly refused, the triads, who outnumbered him, not only beat him up and disfigured him, but also raped his girlfriend Da-mi in front of him and sent her to an island country to experience an inhumane working life.

The reason he watched so many movies was that he hoped to find some clues about his girlfriend, and perhaps see a familiar face in one of the films, and reunite with her.

"Those gangsters deserve to die!"

With a roar from Si Zai, the two stood in front of Chen Luojun, attacking Wang Jiu from both sides.

Unfortunately, all of this was in vain. Wang Jiu was not at a disadvantage against the two opponents. With a strange laugh, he toyed with them, simply standing still and letting them hit him. They couldn't even break through his defenses.

The burly and incredibly strong Kui Wu Si Zai would be a top-tier double-flower red stick in any triad. He was unknown and lurking in Kowloon Walled City, but his strength was not to be underestimated. A single punch he could kill a bull could be delivered with a single punch. However, when he landed on Wang Jiu, it was like throwing a stone into the sea; the opponent remained unmoved.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Xin Yi's dagger moved with the agility of a butterfly flitting among flowers, constantly probing his opponent's weaknesses. Unfortunately, it couldn't break through his defenses at all. Instead, Wang Jiu grabbed his wrist with a sinister grin and brought his cleaver down with a backhand slash.

"what-"

A piercing scream echoed throughout the ice chamber. Shinichi knelt on the ground, clutching his bleeding hand and screaming in agony. Three scattered fingers lay on the ground, trembling on their own.

The tornado's pupils dilated, moved by what it saw.

Everyone present couldn't help but twitch. Liang Kun himself grimaced and involuntarily covered his muscular arm, feeling a sharp pain in his anus.

The ten fingers are connected to the heart!

That Wang Jiu is absolutely ruthless!

If that knife had landed in my own hands, it would have been worse than death!

"waste!"

Wang Jiu spat disdainfully, his eyes full of contempt. In a one-on-one fight, Si Zai was no match. Wang Jiu turned around and used his finger technique to stab Si Zai's burly body several times in succession. With a series of "plop" sounds, several bloody holes appeared on Si Zai's body, and blood gushed out instantly.

Wang Jiu can be described as a genius for mastering the Vajra Finger technique to the level of One-Finger Zen.

After bypassing the two men, just as his cleaver was about to behead Chen Luojun, a loud shout rang out. Wang Jiu's heart skipped a beat, and when he turned around, he saw two cleavers slashing down layer by layer, unstoppable, enveloping his entire body in the blink of an eye.

The newcomer was none other than Ah Qi, the hidden boss of Ah Qi Ice Room, and Senior Brother Wang Jiu!

With a single move of the Arhat's Saber Technique, the cleaver in his hand was instantly shattered into pieces, along with Wang Jiu's hair, clothes, and even the mobile phone at his waist, all of which were chopped into fragments.

His entrance was indeed very cool, and he also successfully and effectively stopped Wang Jiu's offensive.

But... it was all for naught.

"Senior brother, it's been so many years since we last met, how come your kung fu has regressed?"

Wang Jiu scoffed disdainfully.

Such fierce swordsmanship still couldn't break through Wang Jiu's hard qigong.

Everyone felt a deep sense of despair wash over them; this terrifying monster, impervious to blades and bullets, was simply an invincible mountain.

Who exactly can win?

However, when Wang Jiu turned around shirtless, Xin Yi, Si Zai, A Qi, Di Qiu, and other onlookers all gasped in shock once again.

What should have been a muscular, well-defined upper body was now completely devoid of any muscle or bone structure. Instead, a terrifying spiral pattern, like a hideous scar, was deeply imprinted on Wang Jiu's body.

At the very center, there is a fist imprint that is almost embedded in the bone.

This shows that there are always higher levels to reach and more capable people to surpass!

Even someone as strong as Wang Jiu has his moments of being taught a lesson!

This punch shattered the hard qigong head-on; its power was outrageous!

Only... handsome Thai!

At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to Qin Tai, who sat calmly at the table, his whole body seemingly coated with an invincible filter.

Hung Hing's leader, Ugly Kun, had somehow appeared behind him like a lackey. But no one reacted to this reversal of the Heavenly Gang, including Ugly Kun himself, who felt it was perfectly normal.