Chapter 32: Bloody Battle In The Dark Alley
Chen Wujun was walking in the alley, constantly adjusting his body state, casting everything aside, as the distant clamor gradually faded.
And his heartbeat grew faster and stronger.
Like the drumbeat on the battlefield, making all his blood surge up.
Joy in Battle, Invincible!
Several people rushed out from the darkness, and Chen Wujun first narrowed his eyes.
A glint flashed in his narrowed eyes, and his feet seemed oiled; without lifting his legs, his whole body “slid” backward.
Several sticks whistled through the air but hit nothing.
Chen Wujun felt his hot blood rush to his head; no need for standing meditation, all his body hair stood on end.
His foot stomped, making a bang, and Chen Wujun crashed into someone’s arms, raising his hand to stab a knife into his neck, then quickly pulling it out.
A stream of hot blood sprayed onto Chen Wujun’s face, and with his current killing intent, his face looked terrifyingly fierce.
Crashing into the arms, stabbing the neck and pulling out the knife—this process was as fast as lightning; the others hadn’t reacted yet when Chen Wujun did a triangle step to slide to the side, twisting his body with his spine as the axis, and smashed an elbow into the second man’s face.
Chen Wujun’s elbow was now hard enough to smash wood, and with great strength, the man’s face immediately bloomed, blood, snot, and saliva spraying out together.
His vision went black, and he fell backward.
At this point, the others finally reacted; two henchmen swung sticks at Chen Wujun, and the youth in a tight vest with a body full of muscle also changed expression.
“Be careful, this kid’s hands are dirty!”
At the same time, he swung up his stick, stepping forward to smash down, with much greater strength and speed than the others.
Clearly someone who practiced new technique.
Three sticks fell, and the alley was narrow; Chen Wujun had almost nowhere to dodge.
However, Chen Wujun’s foot slid, and he instantly vanished in the eyes of the tight vest youth.
Chen Wujun took a side step, his center of gravity dropping sharply, his body shrinking by half; not only did he dodge the three sticks, he also used the nearby henchman to block the tight vest youth’s line of sight.
The knife in his hand instantly stabbed into that henchman’s groin.
The stick in that henchman’s hand clattered to the ground, his face twisting, followed by a sudden half-scream of agony.
“Ah!”
Pfft!
Chen Wujun rose and instantly stabbed a knife into his neck.
His remaining half-scream turned into a struggling “gurgle.”
Chen Wujun pushed this man toward the tight vest youth, then darted out along the wall.
In just that instant, he had judged that the tight vest youth practiced new technique; even if not as good as him, they had numbers.
Especially with more people behind, at least six or seven.
If he couldn’t quickly take down the tight vest, getting blocked from both sides would put him in danger.
As long as he turned the corner… where those few had hidden, he had stashed a pot-lid-sized square wooden plank there, which could be used as a shield.
At this moment, though Chen Wujun felt joy in battle, had an invincible mentality, and was full of killing intent, his mind was perfectly clear, like a bright mirror.
The tight vest youth saw his man pushed toward him and didn’t catch him, leaping back, only to see Chen Wujun dart out like a big cat along the wall.
He immediately swung a stick diagonally at Chen Wujun’s head; this strike was fast and fierce, the wind whistling “whoosh.”
Even if it missed the head, it could still hit Chen Wujun’s shoulder.
Chen Wujun didn’t dare get hit; one blow could break his shoulder.
However, the opponent’s stick was too fast to dodge! Chen Wujun quickly adjusted his center of gravity, did a triangle step with his foot to close in on the vest guy, stabbing a knife at his chest, while his left elbow lifted to strike the club’s handle.
The youth only saw a cold flash before him, hurriedly stepping back, then feeling pain in his chest.
Chen Wujun’s knife missed, instead slashing across the opponent’s chest muscle; the wound wasn’t deep.
At the same time, his hardest elbow hit the opponent’s powerless club handle.
Bang!
The baseball bat was directly deflected, nearly flying out of hand.
Chen Wujun also felt his elbow go numb; his foot vibrated, and he darted behind the corner, kicking over a pile of wooden boxes before yanking out a wooden plank from behind.
Only pot-lid sized, but with a simple handle nailed on.
With the wooden plank in hand, Chen Wujun felt instantly secure; one hand holding the plank, one hand the small knife, his gaze like a venomous snake, watching the vest guy before him.
At this time, seven people rushed into the alley.
“Got him?”
“Fuck, this kid’s tricky, come quick!” The vest guy, full of ferocity, swung his stick at Chen Wujun.
Chen Wujun did a side step, half-turning the shield to one side to deflect the baseball bat’s force; the vest guy immediately felt the bat slide along the shield.
At the same time, Chen Wujun’s figure shifted, seeming about to chop the hand holding the stick; the vest guy was startled and hurriedly retreated.
However, Chen Wujun’s foot shocked forward, crashing into the vest guy’s arms; the folding knife in his hand drew icy blade lights in the dark alley.
The vest guy only retreated two steps before hitting the wall, thinking “oh no” inside, and lifted his foot to kick at Chen Wujun.
But Chen Wujun wanted him to kick; after two shock steps forward, he switched to triangle step, instantly moving to the youth’s side, stabbing the folding knife into his waist, then viciously slashing sideways.
Directly cutting a foot-long gash, nearly spilling his guts.
The youth was terrified out of his wits, dropped his stick, reached to push the wooden shield, using his last strength to shove him away.
This youth, on the brink of death, used all his body’s strength; the force wasn’t small.
Chen Wujun didn’t have time to finish him; someone behind was swinging a stick at his back of the head.
He smoothly ducked and rammed backward, dodging the stick while his elbow speared the man half a meter away.
Now Chen Wujun retreated into the shadows behind the corner, one hand holding the shield, one hand dagger, listening to the approaching footsteps, calculating distance.
Still working to control his breathing.
In that brief moment just now, Chen Wujun’s heart pounded wildly.
Not from fatigue, but the body’s instant burst sent his adrenaline soaring and heart rate to max.
At the same time, from the corner of his eye, he saw the youth leaning against the wall, hand clutching his waist, slowly sliding down, leaving a smear of blood on the wall.
The youth’s face was deathly pale.
The seven pursuers rushed dozens of meters into the alley and saw bodies on the ground, but coming from the brighter Long Jin Street into this dark place, their vision didn’t adjust; they couldn’t see the specifics, only that the goal wasn’t here.
“Chase!” One muscular man with tattoos roared.
“Careful… he’s there!” The youth with his gut sliced open pointed at the corner where Chen Wujun stood and shouted.
However, these few couldn’t see behind the corner, nor know Chen Wujun was waiting there for them.
With chaotic footsteps, as they reached the corner, Chen Wujun raised his shield and smashed out, his folding dagger stabbing repeatedly into one’s abdomen.
“Fuck!” The others’ scalps exploded, swinging sticks at Chen Wujun.
Chen Wujun pushed the man in front, foot sliding, retreating behind the corner again.
Silently calculating inside.
Li Dong actually arranged twelve people to ambush him.
He had stabbed several, knocked two down; six left outside.
“Damn, that kid didn’t run!” One cursed.
The few exchanged glances; three raised sticks and charged the corner together.
The alley was narrow; three was already cramped.
Chen Wujun’s foot shocked.
Bang! His whole body instantly crashed forward; the wooden shield at a slant angle pushed and deflected, shoving two baseball bats aside, while the third couldn’t reach him.
Chen Wujun’s knife smoothly stabbed into one’s chest, quickly three stabs, then kneed another away, foot sliding back into the alley, turning to run.
“The kid’s escaping! Don’t let him go!” The remaining few’s scalps tingled, lungs exploding with rage.
Though many lay down, these were gang members, used to death.
So many came to grab one, so many down, and him escaping—they couldn’t show their faces after.
These men chased, again one ahead others behind.
Chen Wujun ran over twenty meters; the two closest behind were now three meters away.
Chen Wujun suddenly lowered his center of gravity, foot sliding along the ground, then kicked back to counterattack.
The two behind swung sticks.
Chen Wujun blocked and deflected with the shield again, directly knocking the two baseball bats aside.
The pursuers were prepared, lifting feet to kick.
But Chen Wujun switched to triangle step, instantly to his side, one knife to the thigh, one to the belly, then one to the neck.
After that, two more baseball bats smashed over; he immediately tilted the shield up to block and deflect.
Bang bang! Two sounds; though much force deflected, his hand still went numb from the shock.
He kicked the man backward to block the two behind, then stabbed at the side guy’s belly with the knife.
The man stared wide-eyed in fright, retreating hurriedly, but Chen Wujun’s foot was faster, chasing with stab after stab into his belly.
Then he pulled distance, one hand wooden plank, one hand knife, eyes flashing as he stared at the three behind.
His face and body now full of blood, looking like a fierce ghost.
The three behind also felt scalps tingle, faces cloudy as they stared at Chen Wujun.
They had twelve; now only three still standing.
This kid’s hands too vicious and ruthless.
“You go back for help!” One took a deep breath, telling a henchman behind.
These three had two who practiced new technique, much stronger, higher status, so lagged in the chase.
The one sent back was an ordinary member, bold and fierce but much weaker.
So he was to go notify.
A nearby window someone peeked, then ducked back, pulled curtains, peeking carefully through the gap.
But those on site had no mind for him.
“Kid, we underestimated you!”
“Hands dirty and ruthless! But you’re dead; today I’ll cripple you.”
One gazed coldly, gritting teeth; if looks could kill, he’d skin Chen Wujun.
“Didn’t expect you so weak! Talk’s cheap; you could be governor!” Chen Wujun panted heavily, grinning mockingly, then suddenly leaped back and fled.
“Fuck! Stop!” The other two cursed angrily, chasing with baseball bats.
Chen Wujun ran over ten meters then turned into a side alley.
The two cursed inside; Walled City alleys like a maze, but they couldn’t stop chasing, just slowed, fearing sudden counterattack.
But they only heard light footsteps fading; around the alley, Chen Wujun was already far.
The two cursed, sprinting after.
Reaching the alley mouth again, they slowed once more.
But Chen Wujun was gone.
Alley sides had stacked cardboard and boxes; many spots only one person wide.
The two exchanged glances, eyes cold; if he escaped like this, they couldn’t go back.
Had to speed up, raising baseball bats forward; at a stack of cardboard, one kicked it over, scattering everywhere.
No one hiding behind.
But not far ahead, a stack of wooden boxes suddenly toppled toward one.
The two also saw those venomous snake-like eyes.
