Chapter 108: Crashing Headfirst Into An Iron Plate
After Chen Wujun killed three people, he glanced toward Master Zhou Qing, but found that Master was already gone.
No wonder all these people were coming at him.
But with Master behind him, he felt secure.
Master wouldn’t just watch him get hacked to death.
Only then did he turn his gaze to Ruan Wenshan, grinning ferociously:
“Luoyue People? If Senior Sister hadn’t told me not to stir up trouble lately, I would’ve come to your door and beaten you all to death long ago!”
Ruan Wenshan said with bone-deep hatred: “I’ll let you die knowing the truth. I’m Ruan Wenshan. The person you killed in the hospital was one of mine!”
While speaking, the remaining Luoyue People surrounded Chen Wujun, and several nearby ones slashed at him, some chopping down, some slicing, like a large net.
Chen Wujun took a ground trailing step, sliding out, his sickle hooking and pulling, slashing and wiping.
As he darted past people, he first hooked their blades, then the sickle either wiped necks or stabbed waists from behind.
Though his body was large, his footwork was not clumsy at all, quite agile instead.
His arms were long, and his strength great.
In mere moments, three more Luoyue People fell, and Chen Wujun burst out of the encirclement, thinking: “These Luoyue People’s blades have a round soft strength; upon contact with mine, it tries to neutralize my power.”
“But both sides’ strength is too great. Even without Dragon Strength, my punching power is nearly 1500 pounds. Their punching power is at most six or seven hundred pounds. When clashing with me, it’s like a child against an adult—simply like the mantis trying to stop a chariot!”
Chen Wujun darted out several meters, then jumped directly over the sand pit, using the sand pit as an obstacle to avoid being surrounded from multiple directions.
He sneered at Ruan Wenshan: “You sent people to assassinate me, and now you’re this agitated that they’re dead. Must’ve been your mistress you sent! Should’ve sent her to a brothel instead!”
These words stabbed at Ruan Wenshan’s heart, making his fingers tremble lightly in rage, his gaze intent on flaying Chen Wujun alive. He gritted his teeth: “Are you idiots? Go over there and grab the long weapons!”
He had spotted plenty of long weapons on the weapon rack over there.
Spears, sabers, hook scythes—all there.
As the saying goes, an inch longer is an inch stronger. If these people all took long weapons, even just thrusting spears wildly, Chen Wujun would be hard-pressed.
Several Luoyue People kept eyes on Chen Wujun, while others dashed quickly to grab long weapons.
Then, whoosh, those people watched wide-eyed as the weapon rack flew into the air.
Everyone was startled and looked up.
The warehouse was six or seven meters high, with exposed steel beams above. A man of fifty or sixty stood on one of the beams.
The man reached out and grabbed, and the weapon rack landed directly on the beam.
Ruan Wenshan immediately felt bone-chilling cold surge through his body, scared out of his wits, his soul nearly flying away.
Though he had focused on Chen Wujun upon entering, he had scanned the entire warehouse with the corner of his eye, not sparing even the top.
Moreover, he was a Qi Refining master who had mixed in gangs for so long, with life-and-death combats not once or twice—his senses sharp—yet he hadn’t noticed someone above.
And with one grab, the weapon rack flew up—what kind of kung fu was that?
This wasn’t kung fu at all.
Ruan Wenshan suddenly realized he had kicked an iron plate.
He had been tricked by Li Dong’s person—this was a damn trap!
The other Luoyue People were all dumbfounded, standing there not knowing what to do.
Zhou Qing reached out and grabbed, and everyone suddenly felt a great force pulling their hands, unable to hold their blades, which flew out directly.
Ruan Wenshan spun around fiercely to pull the large door, but it wouldn’t budge, as if welded shut.
Even a welded door he could yank open, yet this one didn’t move an inch.
He had originally closed the large door to prevent Chen Wujun from escaping, but now it trapped them all inside.
Ruan Wenshan felt even colder all over, his knees hitting the ground with a thud: “Senior, I swear to heaven, I won’t trouble him again.”
“If you can beat him to death, you can leave.” Zhou Qing said expressionlessly from the beam.
“If you can’t beat him to death, die here.”
Meanwhile, Chen Wujun’s sickle was also gone. He twisted his body and grinned ferociously.
Having Master backing him up felt great.
Hearing this, Ruan Wenshan knew there was no room for maneuver. Cruelty and venom flashed in his eyes, and he jumped up from the ground.
“With a great master like you here, it was my oversight. But thinking he can use us for punching practice? Dream on. I’d rather kill myself!”
“I said, if you can beat him to death, you can leave. I’m not helping him—I’m not going to trick you.” Zhou Qing said indifferently.
Not caring about lives at all.
Ruan Wenshan sneered—taking their weapons was still helping him?
But now they had no way out. He wasn’t willing to just kill himself.
Knowing he couldn’t survive, he just wanted to take Chen Wujun down with him.
Ruan Wenshan gritted his teeth and roared at his henchmen: “Go on, kill him, or we’re all dying here.”
These henchmen were his elite subordinates, no strangers to bloodshed. Facing such a drastic change, they came to their senses, glanced at Zhou Qing on the beam, then at Chen Wujun.
They all surrounded Chen Wujun.
Chen Wujun stirred inside, circulating his vital energy throughout his body. His body swelled a bit more, muscles coiling like giant pythons, the two meat buns on his back like folded wings bulging high. Then he assumed the Master’s Three Bows stance, hands in fists extended forward, shoulders and elbows sinking.
A Luoyue Person stomped and pounced at Chen Wujun, index fingers hooked, striking repeatedly at him.
This move, Mat Weaving Through Clouds, was precisely the Mantis Form from Qi Observation Path.
Hundreds of years ago, Luoyue People learned Five Plum Blossom Fist from Hua Yan Zen Master, fused it with Luoyue Qi Observation, and formed Qi Observation Path, one of Luoyue’s most important martial arts schools.
Chen Wujun saw the opponent’s hands feinting repeatedly but ignored them completely, recalling his teacher’s earlier words.
You hit yours, I hit mine.
His right foot, originally back, suddenly shot forward like lightning, hands arcing out like cannons booming.
As his hands boomed out upward in an arc, sealing the opponent’s attack paths, advancing the centerline, it was truly like a cannon blasting—fiercely unstoppable.
It directly broke through the opponent’s arms, solidly hammering the chest.
Crack!
With the sound of cracking bone, that Luoyue Person flew back, landing on the ground unknown if dead or alive.
Almost at the same time Chen Wujun’s bow hammered the man flying, a tiger claw grabbed from behind at Chen Wujun’s waist, five fingers like five steel drills, easily tearing skin and muscle.
This was how Chen Wujun had killed Li Zhijun, hand grabbing into the lower back, crushing even the kidney.
But after hammering the man away, Chen Wujun took consecutive treading steps, darting forward a section. The tiger claw grazed his waist; that Luoyue Person felt it like steel, rock-hard.
This claw that could tear blood and flesh merely left a few white marks on Chen Wujun’s waist.
As Chen Wujun stepped forward, he turned with a whip hand, smashing down from above like a steel whip whistling straight at the man’s forehead behind.
The man blocked with both hands, tiger claws grabbing Chen Wujun’s arms, trying to lock him.
But what he locked was an iron whip. His five fingers left white marks on Chen Wujun’s arm, emitting a teeth-grinding screech.
Chen Wujun’s arm muscles twisted, instantly tauting the opponent’s hands apart, even snapping off two nails.
The whip hand, only slightly hindered, drew across his forehead.
Bang!
That Luoyue Person bled from all seven orifices, collapsing to the ground.
Chen Wujun swept his gaze and saw people bypassing the sand pit from front and back to surround him. His feet treaded repeatedly, as if trailing in sand, hands hugging fists again in Master’s Three Bows stance.
A Luoyue Person ahead had hands like tiger claws. Seeing Chen Wujun’s hugged fists, he was immediately on guard.
Chen Wujun closed in, hands booming like cannons. The opponent immediately slapped tiger claws onto Chen Wujun’s fists, pressing both hands down, stunning him.
Anyone could see Chen Wujun’s immense strength; this Master’s Three Bows stance was rounded and integrated. He had planned to borrow the force to retreat, but hadn’t expected to press down the attack so easily.
However, Chen Wujun’s hands arced below, then boomed out with even faster, fiercer force.
The opponent barely had time to dodge before a bow hammer smashed his chest, bones shattering who knows how many.
The other Luoyue People saw this and felt chill in their hearts.
This Chen Wujun had immense strength and a body of hardening kung fu, strikes fiercely unstoppable—one punch could kill.
Before, with weapons, they could still injure Chen Wujun.
Now with weapons gone, they had almost no way to deal with him.
Many instinctively turned to look at Ruan Wenshan.
“If we don’t kill him, we’re all dead! All of you, go!” Ruan Wenshan gritted his teeth, eyes tightly fixed on Chen Wujun’s movements.
This time they had hit an iron plate—a great master right above, probably the kid’s master.
The opponent was clearly using their group for his practice.
But now they had nowhere to run either—utterly helpless.
They could only watch Chen Wujun’s movements, figure out his style; even in death, drag him down too.
The other Luoyue People had no choice but to surround Chen Wujun, whose form kept changing, always facing only one, using just one move—the newly learned Master’s Three Bows.
The more he used it, the more exquisite it felt.
His Dragon Strength already had powerful explosive power. Against one enemy, it sealed the opponent’s attack routes while attacking, cannon punch force fierce.
Others couldn’t hit him and couldn’t block his hammer.
Even if they blocked, they couldn’t block his faster, fiercer second hammer.
Even against good movement technique, his wasn’t inferior.
In the warehouse, sounds of flesh impacting and bones cracking continued nonstop.
In moments, the remaining Luoyue People all fell to the ground.
Chen Wujun merely had some sweat on his forehead, more white marks on his body, especially arms and fists, streaked with them.
“Are you women? So fond of clawing people?” Chen Wujun shook his arm, turning to Ruan Wenshan who had stood there throughout, sneering.
Ruan Wenshan looked up at Zhou Qing full of unwillingness—if not for this old guy, today would’ve been different.
“What kung fu was that just now?” Ruan Wenshan asked unwillingly.
“If you reach Magnetic Field Level, you’ll know naturally.” Zhou Qing said lightly…
“Magnetic Field Level… Magnetic Field Level…” Ruan Wenshan muttered twice, then laughed miserably.
Sha Jiu and this kid’s master were actually Magnetic Field Level masters!
Enough to sweep North Port gangs.
And he had led people right into it.
“Today I am done for…” Ruan Wenshan tore off his clothes, revealing a body of rock-solid muscles, eyes venomously fixed on Chen Wujun.
“But even in death, I’ll take you with me.”
