Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

Ah Tian gritted his teeth, strode forward, and stomped his footsteps into the ground! Through this arduous training, his body was at its peak function. Even without a view, his movements were completely unaffected; with a swift, clean turn of his head, he dodged Zhang Renfeng's grab and throw.

Before his hands could return to the center line, he grabbed his arms and delivered a vicious knee strike right to his chest.

The ram butts its horns!

Zhang Renfeng took a powerful knee strike, but his expression remained calm, showing little change. He simply adopted a stance resembling a two-pronged stance, using his toes to generate force to resist the terrible friction. However, he still couldn't stop himself and was forced back several meters before finally regaining his footing.

This gave Ah Tian an opportunity. He shouted loudly and used the distance as a running start to sprint towards Zhang Renfeng!

The techniques of Muay Thai are nothing special; it's all about speed, hardness, and ruthlessness. Relying on the advantages of physical attributes, it crushes and kills enemies with overwhelming force! With a run-up distance of several meters, Ah Tian suddenly stomped on the ground, curled up, and launched himself into the air. Even with his legs off the ground, he was still full of power at that moment.

He tensed all the muscles in his body, focused them on one point, and suddenly unleashed the power!

Leaping into the air.

Knee bump!

……

"……finally."

Zhang Renfeng sighed.

Given his fighting style, where he'd rather risk his own life than suffer injuries, it was only a matter of time before he unleashed a self-sacrificing technique. In fact, Ah Tian's fighting style is somewhat similar to that of a wolf, except that wolves possess the Rama Kung Fu, while he can only rely on his tough bones to withstand the hidden injuries within his body.

If you have the skill to sacrifice yourself, there will be a moment when you come into contact with your own body.

Zhang Renfeng leaned slightly forward, extended his right hand, and used his palm to cover A-Tian's face before the opponent's knee strike came.

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"Boom————!!!"

With fingers clenched tightly, a tremendous force, like a mountain, pressed down, slamming Ah Tian's body to the ground, rendering him unable to move. A large crater immediately appeared on the stone-paved ground, cracks spreading outwards like a spiderweb, causing the entire dock to shake. Even the wooden crates filled with goods nearby were shaken violently.

"..."

Ah Tian lay on his back on the ground, his mouth unusually open, seemingly still caught off guard by the sudden attack.

Only by experiencing it firsthand can one truly understand what this absolute difference in strength really means.

"You win." He closed his eyes.

“I don’t know what you mean by closing your eyes. Do you think I would kill you?” At this point, Zhang Renfeng even sounded somewhat helpless. “If it weren’t for you, I would have been captured and taken back long ago. To plot against the governor of Liangjiang would have been punishable by at least a thousand cuts.”

“It wasn’t me who saved you,” A-Tian said in a deep voice. “At that time, I didn’t even know your name. It was Istavo who gave the order.”

"So what? You carried me out of that hell." Zhang Renfeng released his grip. "A person without integrity is a beast, and I will never be one..."

……

"Dong dong!"

"Dong dong!"

A strong heartbeat suddenly rang out not far away.

Looking again, not far from the two of them, a wooden crate had already been thrown into the air, like a rampaging wild boar, pushing its way in.

Zhang Renfeng's expression changed, and he exclaimed, "No way?"

Chapter 566: Why don't you two fight in another film set?

The wooden crates were overturned by a tremendous force. Zhuo Gen kicked away the heavy object blocking his way, and his carefree, smiling face was suddenly imprinted in Zhang Renfeng's field of vision.

"Long time no see, Iron Man!"

"Snapped!"

With a large hand, he grabbed Zhang Renfeng by the throat. He lifted Zhang Renfeng high off the ground, a genuine smile on his face, and then, with immense force, slammed him to the ground.

"Thump—!!!"

He'd always been the one using this move on others; this was the first time he'd personally witnessed it. Out of the corner of his eye, the earth rapidly approached, struck him, bounced high into the air, and then spun around him for a while.

His body slid across the ground like a bowling ball for dozens of meters, smashing the wooden crates piled there to pieces!

The wooden plank in front of him was like paper; his body easily smashed through it. The spices, towels, and some bootleggings intended for export spilled out like egg whites from a raw egg, with light objects flying everywhere.

Many of the Cold Cicada Gang's underlings were startled by the commotion, but instead of strictly following Istavo's orders, they panicked and scattered. They knew very well what kind of people their boss's fleet kept, and it was best not to stand by and watch when they were fighting fiercely—a lesson many members had learned with their blood and lives.

"Ptooey, ptooey..."

Zhang Renfeng spat out the feathers and spice powder from his mouth, stood up from a pile of broken wood and glass, and brushed the debris off his body.

The other party made no attempt to conceal their intentions; their thunderous footsteps arrived before they even got there. Zhuo Gen sprinted forward, smashing aside anything in his way with his shoulders, like a locomotive starting up.

Two years had passed, and his braid, untrimmed, had grown even longer than before. With a stride and a split of his arms, he ripped the last layer of wooden planks blocking their path to shreds!

"Since you, I haven't found a toy that I like... After waiting for so long, finally! I've finally found one!"

"Thump—!!!"

A hungry tiger pounces on its prey.

Zhuo Gen pressed down on both sides, his hands reaching for Zhuo Gen's lungs, but Zhang Renfeng intercepted them in mid-air with a tight grip. At that moment, immense force transmitted through his torso, driving the soles of Zhang Renfeng's shoes directly into the ground. The interlocking fingers of their hands were a contest of arm strength, back strength, wrist strength, and grip strength—the most direct and visceral clash of forces!

"crunch..."

Their hands were clenched tightly together, making a resounding creak. If there had been a dagger in their hands at that moment, it would probably have been crushed into scrap metal by their powerful grip.

Zhang Renfeng did not adjust his stance, but exerted a little force, using the muscles in his back to transfer the power to his arms. His steps remained very steady, his feet below the ankles seemed to be deeply embedded in the ground like tree roots, and he did not take a single step back.

"Long time no see, King of Horses." His voice remained steady, not strained, but he narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the man whose beard and hair had grown increasingly thick. "What exactly does Istavo want? Does he want you to kill me?"

"Hahaha, you underestimate me, Iron Man. I have no interest in these things," Zhuo Gen laughed loudly. "He just told me you were coming..."

With a yank of his arms, the gate opened wide!

"So, I came, it's that simple!"

Lift your leg and push off.

A powerful kick, like a cannonball, struck Zhang Renfeng in the chest!

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"Thump—!!"

Gray couldn't help but shiver and instinctively wanted to stand up and run away, but when he saw Istavo sitting there, slowly eating what was on his plate, his legs immediately froze.

"Don't panic, it's just a minor accident."

“A little… a little accident?” Gray’s tone was somewhat incredulous as he forced a smile. “From the very beginning, there have been sounds like that at your dock.”

“You’ll have to get used to it. Once you’re in this position, a lot of people will come looking for trouble. Never let them see through your timidity and lack of confidence.” Istavo tapped his plate with his fork, drawing his attention back to the table. “You’re right, Gray. I’m relieved to have you in charge of things in the South.”

Gray looked as if he were in a dream, as if he couldn't believe that with just a few words, he had handed over the entire business of the Southern Territory to his hands.

Undeveloped land.

Every inch of land is worth its weight in gold!

"I... to be honest, I didn't expect it to be me." He licked his lips and said with a smile, "I thought it would be someone from the north..."

“Roannock once extended his reach to the southernmost part of New Orleans. Look at what happened to him now. Do you think the Northerners would dare to come?” Istavo’s tone was very calm. “Ryan Cheder was a good candidate. A Southerner, a rising star, but unfortunately he chickened out. He moved his businesses out of New Elizabeth and into Granite State.”

"Arnan Pinkerton is even less likely; he can only be a henchman of the Illuminati, not the leader."

“Of the remaining Southerners, your business has the widest reach. Wherever there are trees, you’ll find Abi Lumber Company.” Istavo picked up his glass and took a sip. “Capital, money, power… these can be cultivated later. What the Illuminati want now is to quickly seize territory in the Southern states, and you’re the only one who meets that requirement.”

Having gained Istavo's approval, Gray couldn't contain his joy any longer, and the wrinkles on his face all came out with a smile.

"Then, when can I...? Oh, right, I forgot, after you kill Hong Zhong, right?"

“Be patient, Gray.” Istavo picked up a piece of beef with his fork, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly. “God always takes some time to examine you before giving you a gift, to see if you are worthy of His grace.”

"Once the inspection is over, everything will happen very quickly, very quickly."

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"Thump—!!!"

Zhuo Gen picked up a log that was parked on the dock, swung it around with both hands, and lashed it hard at Zhang Renfeng! A loud crash followed, and his figure blurred briefly, as if he had been hit by a baseball, smashing a pile of wooden crates into pieces.

He tumbled several times before finally crashing into a wall with a loud thud, dissipating the force of the impact. The wall immediately cracked, and even its base shook. He squinted and saw a cloud of dust and chaos before him.

"Ha..." Zhang Renfeng chuckled self-deprecatingly, "So this is what it feels like."

"ah---!!"

The next instant, Zhuo Gen's arrogant figure emerged from the dust and smoke, still laughing wildly.

His arms still gripped the thick log, lifting it steadily off the ground. Like a human hammer, he charged forward fiercely, treating the log as a long wooden pestle, and slammed it down on Zhang Renfeng, who was leaning against the wall!

Chapter 567: Sharing a Golden Cup with You

"boom-----!!!"

One end of the log struck the bullseye, pinning Zhang Renfeng against the wall. The immense impact passed through his body and directly destroyed the wall.

Just minutes earlier, the scattered members of the Cold Cicada Gang had already fled without a trace. This astonishing scene went largely unnoticed – a burly man used only his bare hands to lift a log used to repair the ship's hull and use it as a weapon.

The other person, however, managed to withstand the impact with his bare body and was not smashed to pieces!

"Hahahaha!" Zhuo Gen laughed loudly, "Iron Man, I didn't misjudge you... You're not human at all, you're a demon god who has transformed into a human!"

"By the God of Horses above, I have long since grown tired of human rivals!"

Before he finished speaking, he moved the log, intending to take it a step further and pin Zhang Renfeng to the wall completely. He wanted to use this high-profile finishing move to declare his victory.

……

This time, however, the log seemed to be fixed in mid-air, completely motionless. Zhuo Gen paused for a moment, then changed his posture, hoisting the log onto his shoulder, lowering his center of gravity, and continuing to exert force. As he increased his strength, sawdust from the log fell to the ground with a crunching sound, but it still couldn't move forward an inch.

“I’m sorry, you’re mistaken, King Horse. I’m not some kind of demon god.” Zhang Renfeng braced his right hand against the log, panting heavily, and laughed self-deprecatingly. “I’m just a savage who can’t adapt to this world, nothing more.”

"laugh!!"

His taut left hand transformed into a katana, piercing deep into the log. Using this as a grip, Zhang Renfeng used both hands simultaneously, one hand pulling one side down, and his legs planted in a horse stance. In that instant, all the strength in his body was transformed into the power of his ten fingers.

Zhuo Gen realized what he was doing, and his expression gradually turned strange.

The next second, Zhang Renfeng tore the thick log in half with his bare hands!

Wood chips flew everywhere.

For the first time, Zhuo Gen's face showed a look of astonishment; he was truly shocked.

But after the initial shock, he felt no fear. With a thud, he tossed the log, which had been torn in two, onto the ground.

"Yes, Iron Man, that's right..."

He suddenly lowered his upper body, placed his hands on the ground, and changed from walking on two legs to walking on four legs, as if he had become another species. The smile on his face became more and more joyful, an undisguised, heartfelt joy.

"My battle with you will be remembered in history!"

"Thump—!!"

With all four limbs exerting force simultaneously, their coordination was frighteningly high. Zhuo Gen leaped forward, his speed more than twice as fast as before. He charged towards Zhang Renfeng in a perfect Z-shaped movement, his cannon-like fist once again slamming into his face!

This time, Zhang Renfeng did not use brute force to confront him, even though it would have been a spectacular sight.

Let go of your pretense.

Her shoulders slumped.

Eyes half-closed.

His entire demeanor suddenly froze, as if he had fallen asleep in an instant.

"?"

Zhuoge sensed something was wrong, but it had already come to this point, and there was no turning back now.

The next instant, Zhang Renfeng's body suddenly had its bones removed, as if it were melting into liquid, and he slid forward uncontrollably.

In a short time, he used the technique of dissipating force to eliminate all the force within his body. In the end, even the "support point" that allowed him to stand was erased by him through the dissipation of force. In the instant he fell forward, he put his body into a state of complete exhaustion, like a container that was originally full of water, but in a certain moment, all the water was drained out.

Utter stillness.

Only then can the ultimate movement be created!

……