Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

“You’re wrong, Angelo,” Zhang Renfeng said in a deep voice. “Actually, money and you are not that important to me.”

"It's important to me without you."

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Calaway's pupils dilated slightly, his face showing surprise, and he couldn't help but utter a curse, "Holy s..."

Mike and Mei, however, had anticipated his answer and wore expressions of great pride.

“You heard me right, Lu.” Mike even turned to Calaway and said, “That’s just the kind of person he is, isn’t it amazing?”

"..." Outside the crowd, Zhu Kuilong also watched the scene before him with a complicated expression.

I wonder what he remembered.

……

"You madman...you! You madman!" Angelo understood what he meant and felt a chill run through his body.

Everything he had struggled and struggled to achieve over the past ten years had been negated by this guy, utterly and completely destroyed. What is meant by killing someone by destroying their spirit? It is to make them experience spiritual "death" before their physical death, by killing their past self, thus negating everything from their past.

Angelo could no longer tolerate it and roared, "Who do you and your bunch of idiots think you are? Huh? You're just monsters who don't follow the rules! You bring nothing but fear wherever you go! Everyone who sees you will think you're lepers!"

"And I, I am the Italian! I once owned this city, and you are nothing!"

……

“You see, you said it yourself.” Zhang Renfeng remained calm, shrugging his hands. “That’s why it’s so important to me that you’re not here.”

"Boom!"

He kicked the back of the chair.

Angelo fell uncontrollably into the pond, his henchmen dying in the fire while he himself died in the water, creating a symmetrical beauty.

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"Ah—!! Ah..."

The screams stopped abruptly.

Everyone clearly saw a crocodile leap from the water, its incredibly agile body seizing Angelo's body, violently thrashing him and dragging him to the bottom of the pool. This crocodile pool had been used by him to execute many disobedient individuals—a rather cruel and intimidating form of punishment. And ultimately, this once arrogant man, standing at the pinnacle of power, would also perish here.

They never imagined that one day they would be able to eat a meal of imported Italian food.

Chapter 263: I just want to kill you, or be killed by you (Part 10)

"Is it over?" Zhu Kuilong asked abruptly.

"Ah... it should be over now. We don't need to worry about what happens next. When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. With the Italian dead, his connections are meaningless. Nobody will be willing to put in too much effort for a dead man. Mason can quickly take control of the situation."

Zhang Renfeng breathed a sigh of relief, "After we search the house for anything valuable, we'll head back."

“That’s not what I meant,” Zhu Kuilong said in a calm, unwavering tone. “Now that things here are over, then…”

"Shouldn't we settle things between you and me?"

Zhang Renfeng's expression changed slightly.

Indeed, according to the original rules of the sect, this duel should have started long ago.

It was all the Italian gang's interference that kept delaying the duel. Perhaps deep down, Zhang Renfeng didn't want to fight his senior brother. But now, the Italians have become crocodile's prey, and the duel itself is finally unavoidable.

……

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately stopped searching for items.

Only Calaway remained oblivious, still happily looting the corpse. Sensing something amiss, he finally looked up, half-closing his eyes, and asked, "What's going on with those two? Are they going to duel? Why? Money or a woman?"

“Please don’t impose your own standards on others, Mr. Callaway,” Mei muttered somewhat discontentedly. “It still happened. They weren’t even enemies, so why did this happen…”

“Both of them have their own principles, and neither of them feels they can compromise, so this is the result.” Mike was unsurprised. “I’ve seen many people draw their guns and duel for all sorts of reasons. Once a gun is drawn, someone has to die… On the bright side, at least they’re using their fists, so it doesn’t have to come to that.”

Xiao Mei's mind was filled with images of Zhang Renfeng punching through and shattering things. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "Are you sure, Mr. Mike?"

"I'm curious, what will happen if we lose?" Theon asked bluntly, "Will the Red Center Gang disband?"

"Don't talk about disbanding!" Xiaomei suddenly became agitated. "Didn't we say we'd be in this gang for life? How can we give up halfway through!"

"Hahaha, this little girl says she wants to form a gang for life, Elaine." Calaway laughed heartily. "A bunch of outlaws, it's not easy to maintain a relationship for even a year. Even the legendary Jack Gang, which lasted twelve years, disbanded."

"It's good enough if he wins." Mike's tone was casual. "I believe in him. How could he possibly lose to someone in close combat?"

“Mr. Mike, I don’t want to say anything discouraging, but this time, it’s really hard to say…”

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While everyone was discussing, Zhang Renfeng and Zhu Kuilong were quietly making preparations.

The two men each dragged a high-backed chair out of the mansion.

The fire still burned quietly, and two chairs stood facing each other, arranged in a solemn manner, before they sat down. This ritualistic action seemed to possess some kind of magic, instantly silencing the room. Even the usually talkative Calaway stared wide-eyed at this moment; he had never witnessed such a duel before.

“According to the rules, there must be someone to uphold justice,” Zhu Kuilong said in a deep voice.

“Mike!” Zhang Renfeng chose the oldest person present. “Please.”

"Me?" Mike looked bewildered, but still stepped forward. "I don't know anything about this. Besides, even if it's going to be hand-to-hand combat, shouldn't it be done standing up? Why are you two sitting down?"

“This is called ‘Hua Le Ba Zi’,” Zhang Renfeng explained. “The beauty of it is that it’s played while sitting down.”

"What... what are you talking about?"

"The so-called 'Hua Le Bazi' is a game where two people sit on a bench. There are no benches here, so we'll use other chairs instead. They sit upright, their faces no more than two inches apart, their knees touching, and then they fight with all their might. Whoever can't sit still and falls off the chair first loses."

Zhu Kuilong's explanation was quite clear: "You can think of it as a boxing match where the participants are seated."

After listening to the rules, Mike pondered them carefully and quickly sensed the danger involved.

Knee to knee, face to face.

This distance eliminates the difference in experience between the two in footwork and dodging; there's no escaping, only a direct confrontation. Utilizing the power of the waist and back, punches must be delivered with unreserved force. Similarly, with both on the offensive, defensive capabilities are extremely limited; the only option is to continuously launch attacks until the other can no longer withstand the onslaught.

stimulate.

Just thinking about it is so exciting.

Zhu Kuilong excels at fast attacks, and for him, the Hualebazi, who cannot use their footwork to maneuver, is actually at a natural disadvantage. On the contrary, with his solid Qigong, he has a great advantage in this kind of competition of shifting and changing power.

That's why, when he sat calmly in his chair, Zhang Renfeng felt a sense of admiration for him.

Take your seat.

At such close range, you can clearly feel the other person's breathing and heartbeat.

Similarly, the power that will erupt in a moment will only be more terrifying.

"Before we begin, let me remind you: don't hold back just because we're from the same school."

Zhu Kuilong remained calm, as if he had entered a meditative state, and said in a deep voice, "This is not like your fight in the arena, where you don't even need to sign a death waiver. In a very short time, life and death, victory and defeat will be decided."

"You mean... you're going to kill me in a little while?" Zhang Renfeng asked.

“Perhaps I should do this,” Zhu Kuilong laughed. “Whether I kill you or you kill me, either way, my troubles will be over.”

He slowly raised his right hand and said in a deep voice, "No need to give orders, once you're ready... let's begin!"

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"call……"

Zhang Renfeng took a deep breath and, similarly, raised his right hand first.

In such close combat, a single breath or a blink of an eye could become a weakness for either side.

A moment later, a look of surprise crossed his face, as if he had sensed something ominous. He abruptly changed his stance, turning his palm into a fist and touching Zhu Kuilong's hand. This touch, like a starting pistol, spurred the two into action instantly!

"Snapped--!!"

The two exchanged a punch, landing squarely on each other's chests, causing them to stumble back half a meter, chair and all. The chair legs dragged on the ground, making a screeching noise, but the two paid no heed, dragging the chair back to their knee-to-knee position.

He countered every move with equal force, unleashing a barrage of punches!

“My God…” Calaway’s face lit up with a smile of surprise and delight. “Tonight has truly been an eye-opener for me.”

Mike was also a sharpshooter, but he was getting on in years, and his reflexes were inevitably declining. Carroll, however, didn't have this concern. He could clearly see how Zhang Renfeng and Zhu Kuilong exchanged blows, countering each other's moves with a constant stream of attacks and counter-attacks.

Two people, four hands, slashed at each other in mid-air, their movements so fast that they left afterimages. The fabric of their sleeves couldn't withstand the speed and crackled and popped.

When competing against each other, one should hold back all strength.

However, when fighting Zhu Kuilong, Zhang Renfeng could neither hold back nor spare any strength, and he couldn't even hide any dirty tricks!

Taking advantage of the fact that both of their attention was on their hands, Zhang Renfeng raised his right foot and stomped down hard on Zhu Kuilong's toes!

Chapter 264: They were all taught by the same master, yet they can't break each other's moves!

"boom--!!"

Zhang Renfeng's expression changed drastically as he stomped through the floorboards. From the feel of the floor, he knew that his attack had missed its mark.

Zhu Kuilong anticipated his movement, pulled his right foot back, and raised the corners of his mouth in a meaningful smile, as if an adult had seen through a child's mischievous prank.

"bad!"

Zhang Renfeng cursed inwardly, but before he could react, Zhu Kuilong quickly ducked down, swung his neck, and a cold light flashed past the edge of his vision.

Braid Kung Fu?!

He noticed it, but couldn't dodge it. With a snap, Zhang Renfeng's eye was hit squarely by the braid.

Even though he had practiced Qigong, he was still essentially still human and retained human instincts. When his eyes were hit, tears flowed uncontrollably. He forcibly suppressed the urge to cover his eyes and protected his chest with both hands.

But it was still too late.

"boom---!!!"

A drilling punch pierced the center line and embedded itself in Zhang Renfeng's chest.

"Damn it, in this state, I can't use body rotation to dissipate the force..." Zhang Renfeng could no longer recognize that this was still the Silk Reeling Force. In an instant, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his heart was pounding.

He hadn't mastered this technique long enough. His practical experience was insufficient, preventing him from dissipating force at will like his master. He could only rely on his physical strength, clenching his teeth and enduring the hidden force of the attack.

Zhu Kuilong's eyes showed slight disappointment. He had given Zhang Renfeng so much time to prepare, but he hadn't seen anything new. Zhang Renfeng was still relying on his physical strength to tough it out. The pure numerical values ​​were something that this weapon-switching freak found utterly distasteful. But just as he was about to pull his fist back, he heard a "snap" as Zhang Renfeng suddenly exerted force and grabbed his wrist.

Zhang Renfeng swallowed the sweet blood in his throat and revealed a smile of triumph.

Even the fastest hand will reveal a weakness at some point—the instant it strikes the target. Whether it's a fist, palm, claw, peck, or even a hand chop, regardless of the hand shape, it must stop at the moment of impact. Zhu Kuilong suddenly realized that his opponent was deliberately taking the blow head-on; his strategy was the same as when he smashed the steel whip with his forehead—trading injury for injury, blood for blood.

"boom--!!"

Zhang Renfeng's eyes sharpened, and he stomped his feet, forming a standard "two-pronged" stance. Using the force of the push, he twisted his waist and hips, unleashing a standard inch-force on a small area about two foot-lengths in length. Although not as powerful as the silk-reeling force, it still produced a loud bang, striking Zhu Kuilong squarely in the jaw.

"..."

The difference between specializing in agility and specializing in defense—two different styles—was fully demonstrated at this moment.

The lower jaw of the human body is richly supplied with vagus nerves, hence the nickname "glass chin." After being hit by the heavy punch, Zhu Kuilong also experienced a moment of dizziness, and his body stiffened and he remained motionless.

opportunity!

Overjoyed at his successful strike, Zhang Renfeng quickly dragged the stool to close the distance.

With a hook of both legs, they wrapped around Zhu Kuilong's legs from below, locking them in place and further compressing his space to dodge.

With arms outstretched, it encircled his neck.

The fairy maiden is washing my hair!

This is actually a move from Drunken Fist—using your arms to form a ring around the opponent's neck, and using the force of both arms to make the opponent's head bounce back and forth like a ball on the inside of your taut upper and lower arms, in order to provide a longer period of dizziness.

The head is the most sensitive part of the human body. Being struck back and forth at such a high frequency can easily cause one to lose their balance. This was a new fighting tactic Zhang Renfeng devised after their first encounter: Zhu Kuilong's advantage was speed, so he needed to interrupt his rapid attacks and continuously unleash combos, preventing him from escaping and reacting.

"crunch...crunch...crunch..."

The upper body exerted too much force, causing the stool legs to rub against the floor at high speed, producing a continuous, ear-piercing sound.

In this desperate situation, Zhu Kuilong displayed a resourcefulness no less than Zhang Renfeng's. Since his upper body was locked and he couldn't exert any force, he used his knee to brace against Zhang Renfeng's kneecap, breaking free of the leg restraint. In that brief moment, he delivered a clean and decisive sweeping kick, snapping both front legs of the chair in one strike!

The broken chair leg flew to the side, and the four-legged chair, now missing two legs, instantly lost its balance and tilted forward. To avoid falling off the chair, Zhang Renfeng swiftly withdrew his hands, pressed them against the chair's surface, and almost simultaneously, bent his legs slightly and forcefully pushed off the ground!

"Boom!"

A cannon-like force was released from his calves, instantly shattering the floor.