"You!"
Liu Zhendong gritted his teeth, his hands trembling in anger, and said: "Fine, fine, I accept the loss. I'll see if your disciples can defeat this man!"
"Liu Shan!"
Yan Yifa, the head of White Crane Hall, spoke with a low voice.
"Yes, master!"
A dark-skinned, short-statured man bowed with his hands, his face icy cold, and fiercely jumped down from the second floor of the restaurant.
After landing, he bounced back up and jumped again.
After three consecutive jumps, like a frog, he finally landed steadily on the platform.
"I am Liu Shan, willing to learn your esteemed skills!"
Liu Shan spoke coldly.
"Liu Shan of White Crane Martial Arts Hall, the son of Master Liu!"
"It's him. They say he's close to reaching Entering Strength Fourth Level, right?"
"This should be interesting!"
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Ren Yuan's face was gloomy as he looked at Liu Shan in front of him and then glanced at the restaurant not far away. He coldly chuckled to himself without any fear, spat into his palm, rubbed his hands together, and said in a deep voice, "Please!"
"Hmph!"
Liu Shan snorted coldly, tapped his foot, and his body suddenly lunged forward.
The White Crane Body Technique was instantly displayed, like a swift wind, twice as fast as Zhao Yunlong of Iron Cloth Shirt had been earlier.
Yet, it still seemed lacking when facing Ren Yuan.
Chasing after each other on the platform, they exchanged blows with loud bangs echoing.
After tens of moves, Ren Yuan let out a loud shout and finally hugged Liu Shan tightly.
Liu Shan's expression drastically changed, and he struggled fiercely.
But as Ren Yuan hugged him, he suddenly swung his head forward, fiercely knocking against Liu Shan's forehead.
Bang!
Ah!
Liu Shan's face was bloodied from the blow, he let out a miserable scream, as if hit by a stone, his vision went dark, and he quickly lost consciousness.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ren Yuan headbutted three more times forcibly, finally knocking Liu Shan out cold, loosening his grip, and shouted: "Anyone else willing to challenge?"
"Courting death!"
Yan Yifa, the head of White Crane Martial Arts Hall, upstairs, slammed the table in fury.
Beside him, Liu Zhendong of Iron Cloth Shirt laughed coldly, unmoved.
Thought your White Crane Hall would produce some talent?
It's just this!
"My friends, this person's strength is indeed outstanding. Frankly speaking, even our Thunder Martial Arts Hall's disciples aren't his match, and continuing to send them out will certainly fail to defeat him!"
Thunderbolt Hand Lei Wanfeng spoke calmly, shaking his head gently.
"What? Are we just going to let him cause trouble here?"
Liu Zhendong of Iron Cloth Shirt spoke coldly.
"Letting it be is impossible. Such a brazen person has injured disciples from our three martial arts halls, making us lose face."
Thunderbolt Hand Wanfeng spoke lightly: "No matter what, the enmity today is set, he can't just walk away."
"Indeed, surviving in Tieshi City isn't so simple."
Yan Yifa of White Crane Palm spread open the White Paper Fan in his hand, speaking coldly: "Our three disciples aren't his match; we must let others take action."
All three faces were shadowed with a sinister expression.
Outside the restaurant.
The crowd was in uproar, a buzz everywhere.
After disciples from the two martial arts halls were seriously injured consecutively, the remaining people dared not rush forward easily.
At that moment, more people gathered at this place.
Just then!
Suddenly, a deafening sound of bronze gongs rang out.
Clang! Clang! Clang···
Everyone on the street looked over.
"Look! They're executing the prisoners!"
Liu Si exclaimed in surprise.
"Quick, move aside!"
Everyone hurriedly retreated, shoving each other, a dense crowd surged like a tide, with many trampling over one another.
Not a single person dared to block the road.
Everyone stared ahead in shock.
They saw a team of government office personnel in fiery red uniforms, wearing official swords at their waists, walking cold-faced, highly alert, with large strides on the road.
At the center of the group, surrounded by others, were three large, pitch-black prisoner carts made of top-quality iron, remarkably heavy.
Each cart held a prisoner inside.
All three were unusually burly, with full beards, hair loose, skin like iron, thick arms, hands and feet bound tightly with hefty iron chains.
Even their collar bones were pierced with thick chains, swarming with flies buzzing around them.
"Hahaha···hahaha···"
The leading criminal seemed to have no fear of death; instead, he was laughing madly, his expression hideous. The deafening laughter made many people's eardrums ache, causing them to step back in horror.
"These are the fierce bandits from Shuanglong Mountain!"
"He is the third master of Shuanglong Mountain; behind him are the fourth and fifth masters!"
"It's actually them!"
The crowd was in an uproar.
"Such ferocious bandits!"
Jiang Shi was shocked.
In both his previous and present life, this was definitely the first time he had seen criminals being executed.
Could it be that these criminals are truly unafraid?
He felt suspicious, carefully observing them.
Suddenly, he noticed the arena not far away again.
On the arena stood Ren Yuan, whose body was two meters tall, with a somber face, clenched fists, and eyes fixed on the three prison carriages.
Not far from Ren Yuan, there appeared figures wearing bamboo hats and holding black bags, motionless, revealing faint glimpses as they looked towards the prison carriages.
Jiang Shi instantly sensed something was wrong.
Suddenly!
Rumble!
The structures on both sides emitted a violent roar, exploding instantly. The sound was deafening, causing a nearby large crowd to scream miserably as they were blown away.
The soldiers on the street immediately turned pale with shock, descending into chaos.
"Protect the prison carriages!"
"Do not panic!"
The soldiers shouted one after another.
"Kill!"
Shouts of rage echoed from both sides of the street.
Those figures with bamboo hats suddenly discarded their hats, pulled out gleaming long knives and swords from their black bags, and with a shout of anger, charged directly towards the three prison carriages.
Moreover, a large number of figures leaped down fiercely from the buildings on both sides, shouting as they attacked the prison carriages.
Ah!
The entire street corner area was instantly plunged into chaos, with screams resounding across the sky.
The crowd scattered like panicked ants, and an unknown number of people were cut down.
Ren Yuan, standing on the arena, let out a furious roar, grabbed a massive wolf fang club from the side, and leaped down from the arena. Standing over two meters tall, his body charged forward like a giant war chariot, thumping loudly.
"Quickly save the three masters!"
He shouted loudly, slaying anyone who stood in his way.
A wolf fang club weighing several hundred pounds was as light as a feather in his hands, smashing towards the crowd with great force.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
All those blocking his path were smashed to death by his fearless swings.
Figures flew chaotically like pieces of paper, blood splattering everywhere, the scene too tragic to behold.
Damn it.
Jiang Shi cursed, turned around, and fled.
Who could have thought this world would descend into such chaos!
This is a city!
Fierce bandits dared to enter the city and seize death row prisoners!
What kind of joke is this?
"Run quickly!"
Liu Si and the others shouted in panic, fleeing with their heads covered.
Squelch!
Beside him, a man wielding a great axe split a martial arts disciple in half, his entire body covered in blood, grinning like a demon.
Suddenly he noticed Jiang Shi, laughing loudly, like a deadly star descending, lunging towards Jiang Shi.
"Die!"
He swung the great axe, chopping viciously towards Jiang Shi's body.
Jiang Shi was shocked and angered, hurriedly dodging, grabbing a corpse from the ground, and flinging it towards the burly man.
Bam!
The burly man was knocked back by the corpse in Jiang Shi's hands, face full of blood, furious, lunging towards Jiang Shi once again.
Jiang Shi yelled angrily, continuing to swing the corpse at the burly man.
Bam bam bam...
After three or four consecutive strikes, he finally bashed the burly man, leaving him covered in blood, screaming as he flew backward, dropping his great axe to the ground.
Jiang Shi quickly rushed over, picking up the great axe from the ground.
"Let's go!"
He shouted loudly, beckoning Liu Si and the others.
In the chaotic crowd, Liu Si and the others had long been out of sight.
Jiang Shi couldn't care about them, holding the great axe, he charged forward again.
"Kill!"
As he just rushed out, two more fierce bandits quickly attacked Jiang Shi.