The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 128 Forced
Flames shot up into the sky and the atmosphere was boiling.

Bricks and tiles fell, beams and pillars dropped to the ground, and houses collapsed.

The thick smoke turned into a gray fog, completely obscuring everything in the firelight.

In the smoke and dust, screams, wails, cries of pain, sobs, and roars rang out one after another.

Qin Zhiming, who was regulating his breathing with his eyes closed, looked up.

Ahead, several dark shadows were approaching in the smoke and dust.

Not far away, countless dark shadows were moving.

In the distance, a huge black shadow stood above all the black shadows.

Soon, heart-wrenching cries broke the night sky.

Five or six people with black dust on their faces and dust on their clothes rushed to Qin Zhiming.

"Are you Qin Zhiming? Speak!"

A woman holding a baby yelled at Qin Zhiming.

Seeing Qin Zhiming nod, everyone immediately reached out to pull.

Qin Zhiming didn't move at all, like a heavy stone statue.

"That monster said, if you don't fight it, he will kill everyone on Yong'an Street!

Aren't you from the Fanhai Gang?! Go! Go kill it!

It's waiting for you! Go quickly!"

Faced with the roars of the crowd, Qin Zhiming remained motionless.

“I just promised it, to stand here and not move.

I haven’t promised anything else.”

Bah! A mouthful of spit hit Qin Zhiming's internal energy and disappeared.

The spitting old woman slapped her thigh:

"You're not from Changxing Street? Go to Changxing Street!
The monster wants to kill you! It will definitely follow you!"

Qin Zhiming glanced at the old woman.

"Aren't those who suffered the consequences my brothers?
I usually spend so much money to raise them, I don't want them to die so easily."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was furious.

A man was about to fight and just threw his fist.

Bang! His head was smashed by Qin Zhiming's palm, and his body fell to the ground with a thud.

People were stunned and stepped back.

Immediately afterwards, looks of contempt, anger, and hatred pierced Qin Zhiming from people's eyes.

Some people couldn't hold back their anger and pointed at Qin Zhiming and cursed:

"You are a warrior! What's the point of attacking us?
Go kill that monster if you can!"

"I can't beat it."

Qin Zhiming remained calm, and his casual words made everyone even more indignant.

At this time, more and more people ran out from the smoke and dust.

Some had abrasions all over their bodies, some had blood on their faces, and some had a broken right arm.

They all came to the crowd and asked who Qin Zhiming was?
People immediately told the later comers about Qin Zhiming's answer.

Listening to the abuse, pleading and sarcasm in my ears.

Qin Zhiming actually started to close his eyes and regulate his breathing again.

Soon, some more people fleeing arrived here.

According to them, the monster initially killed some people, then stopped killing people and gathered a large number of living people together.

It asked people to give Qin Zhiming a message, stating that if Qin Zhiming did not appear in front of it within half an hour, it would kill people in the order of gender, age and status.

In half an hour, a hundred people were killed, in an hour, a thousand people were killed, and in more than an hour, all the thousands of people alive in Yong'an Street in front of it would die.

Most of those who were fleeing were children who were captured by monsters.

They kept forcing Qin Zhiming in various ways to go and meet the monster in his ear.

They knelt on the ground and kowtowed, cried out at the top of their lungs, begged desperately, offered bribes, and some even threatened to commit suicide.

As everyone was talking, some of them gritted their teeth, turned around and rushed back into the smoke.

They wanted to tell the monster that Qin Zhiming was still here and didn't want to go over.

The noisy voices were like a gentle breeze blowing on his face, but Qin Zhiming remained calm and continued to regulate his breathing.

Some people who couldn't bear to watch wanted to take action, but were stopped by the crowd.

Even common people who do not practice martial arts are more or less familiar with the title of the fierce tiger, whose reputation is well-deserved.

The reputation of warriors can be divided into three types: unknown experts, slightly famous masters, and powerful warriors with great reputation.

A skilled fighter is a warrior whose abilities are only known to their respective forces. An expert fighter is a warrior that most people in the county have heard of.

Qin Zhiming belongs to the third type, a powerful man who is famous in the county.

There are only a few surviving warriors in Yong'an Street now, and the same goes for the armored members of the Fanhai Gang.

If those people were still alive, the entire army might be able to fight Qin Zhiming.

Nowadays, no one in Yong'an Street can match Qin Zhiming.

"Qin Zhiming! Why don't you go to the branch compound? What are you doing here?!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded among the crowd.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man with white beard.

People looked at the two words "Fan Hai" embroidered on the old man's clothes on his back, and then looked at his appearance.

"He is the Third Master of Yong'an Street!" "Third Master! Tell me about him!"

"Yes, Third Master! He is from your Fanhai Gang!

He will definitely listen to what you say?!"

Surrounded by people, the Third Master walked up to Qin Zhiming.

He blew his beard and glared:

"When did we in the Fanhai Gang become so afraid of death?!
You are the leader of Changxing Street Branch! What a strong man! I think you are just a coward? ! "

Qin Zhiming opened his eyes impatiently:

"Why do you have the courage to shout in front of me?

The monster can kill everyone on Yong'an Street, so why can't I?

Without the Bone Refining Realm, who in Yong'an Street can stop me?"

People were shocked by his words and fell silent.

"As for you? What are you?
Where were you when you were fighting the zombies? Where were you when you were fighting the evildoers?
Where were you when you first fought the monster?

An old dog who ran away? You're showing off in front of me? Do you want to die?"

The Third Master opened his mouth to refute, but was frightened by Qin Zhiming's cold eyes.

Then Qin Zhiming looked around.

"Without me, can Yong'an Street alone stop the zombies and evildoers?
If it weren't for me, you guys would have long been reduced to zombies who don't feel pain.

Is this how you talk to your life saver? Forcing your life saver to die?

Since you think the monster deserves to die, why don't you go kill it yourself?

You couldn't defeat the monster, so you abandoned your family and ran away.

Let me go there and seek my own death?"

After Qin Zhiming finished speaking, he slowly stood up and looked at the astonished crowd:
"Why don't you move? It seems that you are just like me, afraid of death."

People were speechless for a moment.

The minority obeys the majority, this is a rule recognized by the public.

But they forgot that rules can only restrain ordinary people, not the strong.

What’s more, Qin Zhiming is a strong man who doesn’t care about anything but his own life.

Qin Zhiming no longer paid attention to the people around him. He looked up at the sky, observing the weather. The night seemed to be getting lighter.

Just wait another half an hour and it should be ready.

Thinking of this, he looked at his left arm.

Feeling the injury on his left arm, he judged that after the rest, his left arm was able to throw three punches with full strength.

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The Yong'an Street branch compound.

The original building has disappeared, replaced by a huge open space surrounded by ruins.

There was only one passage in the open space, and the rest of the place was filled with collapsed and burning buildings.

The open space was crowded with people.

They covered their mouths with their hands and dared not make any sound.

The women covered themselves with one hand and the children with the other, fearing that the children's noise would alarm the monster in front.

The monster stood on the passage, and next to it stood a shivering woman.

After a while, the woman led a child out from the crowd.

After the two escaped, the monster turned around and looked at the panicked people. The old woman in the belly spoke:
"Half an hour has passed, and Qin Zhiming hasn't come.

Someone just came over and told me that he is still there.

In this case, a hundred men should come out and be killed immediately."

(End of this chapter)