From being plagued by all kinds of diseases to becoming a high-level martial arts demon god!

Chapter 25 Fighting
Jiang Heng fell into deep thought.

Half a month ago, the Yangjiang Chamber of Commerce’s stronghold was destroyed and its members fled.

The master Song Yingjie mentioned who had stayed at his house temporarily half a month ago...

While pushing the breakfast cart, Jiang Heng continued to ask:

"How strong is your master?"

Song Yingjie hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know, and Master also won't let me reveal his information..."

Jiang Heng nodded calmly and asked no more questions.

Not long after walking, the two of them pushed their breakfast cart to the next block of Xibin Street, in front of a dilapidated courtyard at the end of Shangmei Street.

"We're here, right inside. Thank you, big brother." Song Yingjie breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Jiang Heng gratefully.

"Yeah." Jiang Heng pushed the breakfast cart into the courtyard and looked around.

There is a dilapidated two-story wooden building in the courtyard, and some vegetables are planted on the left side.

On the right is a small piece of cement floor with some homemade fitness equipment made of bricks and stones on the floor. This should be where Song Yingjie practices and exercises daily.

Jiang Heng raised his gaze and looked towards the two-story wooden building in front of him.

The entire wooden house should have been self-built, and there are signs of patching in many places. There are three windows on the northeast side of the second floor and two windows on the southeast side.

The two windows on the southeast side are closed, and as for the northeast side...

Jiang Heng's eyes suddenly focused.

A corner of the curtain of a window in the center of the northeast side was opened, and a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness were observing the situation at the gate of the courtyard.

The next moment Jiang Heng looked into those eyes, he immediately determined who the owner of those eyes was.

Half a month ago, Lu Zehai showed him photos of two fugitives from the Yangjiang Chamber of Commerce. With his current memory, he could clearly remember the appearance of the two men.

The person behind the second-floor window sill is Chen Chi, the vice president of Yangjiang Chamber of Commerce.

The moment the two looked at each other, Jiang Heng withdrew his gaze and calmly turned to Song Yingjie beside him and said:
"Since you're home, I'll be leaving now."

Song Yingjie was slightly stunned: "It's almost noon now, brother, why don't you have a meal at my house, I..."

"no need."

Jiang Heng shook his head, turned around and walked towards the courtyard gate.

next moment.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from the ground behind him, and a figure opened the second-floor window and jumped from the second floor to the ground.

"stop."

Jiang Heng, who had already reached the gate of the courtyard, turned around and saw Chen Chi standing in front of a dilapidated wooden building about ten meters behind him.

Chen Chi is tall and thin, about 1.8 meters tall, probably in his thirties, with stubble on his face and messy long hair.

At this moment, he was wearing a gray robe that didn't fit him well, and his triangular eyes were slightly bloodshot as he stared at Jiang Heng at the gate of the courtyard.

"You recognized me, didn't you? The new guy from the Wu'an Bureau."

Hearing this, Jiang Heng looked down at his brand new uniform.

It seems that wearing the Wu'an Bureau uniform has its disadvantages, such as it can easily alert criminals... especially criminals who are on the run.

Song Yingjie, who was standing between the two of them, noticed that the atmosphere in the courtyard was gradually becoming cold, but he still didn't understand what was going on.

He walked towards Chen Chi in a daze, explaining:

"Master, I just accidentally hit the corner of the wall while driving. This big brother is here to help me push the cart..."

"Go away."

Chen Chi slapped Song Yingjie casually, sending him flying into the vegetable patch nearby.

Then he slowly walked towards Jiang Heng.

"Judging from your age, you must have just joined the Wu'an Bureau this year... Tsk, to be honest, I really didn't want to provoke you, but you guys just had to pick a fight with me."

Chen Chi's eyes were gloomy and his footsteps became more and more dull.

"Fuck, I really don't understand. There are so many criminals in Nanjiang City, murderers and arsonists, casino and brothel owners, and even human traffickers.

Why don't you arrest these people, but instead focus on me, a person who sells breathing techniques?"

Chen Chi walked faster and faster, and after a dozen steps, he seemed to have turned into a tiger or leopard, and suddenly pounced towards Jiang Heng, who was standing there as if he was stunned!

at this time.

Jiang Heng then withdrew his attention from observing his surroundings and focused his gaze on Chen Chi who was rushing towards him.

He had been standing in front of the courtyard gate without taking any action because he was worried that Chen Chi had other accomplices nearby.

He needed to determine how many people there were on the other side and how strong they were before deciding whether to retreat or take action.

But now it seems that Chen Chi should be alone.

That being the case...

"call……"

With each breath, Jiang Heng had adjusted his breathing frequency, practiced the candlelight breathing method, and started burning his blood.

The blood in the whole body seemed to boil in an instant, the heart rate soared to 150 in the blink of an eye, the muscle strength was dramatically increased by the surging blood, and the blue veins on the surface of the skin bulged like earthworms.

Then he punched Chen Chi who was coming towards him.

Vajra Eight Styles: Hammer Style!

The vigorous and surging energy in the flesh and blood gathered and surged, flowing to the right arm along a specific trajectory. The fist tip instantly turned into a heavy hammer, breaking through the air waves and whistling out!

Chen Chi, who had already taken to the air, had a slightly changed expression. He had already realized the immense power of this punch.

In an instant, he had no time to think about why this newcomer who had just joined the Wu'an Bureau could display such powerful martial arts.

It's too late to retreat now.

Chen Chi quickly adjusted his posture, put his arms in front of him, and tried to block the hammer in front of him.

"Oh!"

The fist hammer hit the arm that was blocking in front of him, and the knotted and swollen muscles collapsed like liquid, and then pushed out to the surroundings like waves.

The tremendous force penetrated the muscles, first shattering the outer radius and then penetrating the ulna.

"Click——"

A crisp breaking sound was heard, mixed in with the roar of flesh colliding.

Chen Chi's right arm was broken and bent like a chopstick.

The arms blocking his body retreated and pressed against his chest, causing him to fly backwards and hit the steps in front of the main entrance of the dilapidated wooden building with a muffled sound.

The storm in the courtyard had not yet subsided when a strong wind blew up again.

Jiang Heng's figure left a shadow in the courtyard. He crossed several meters in one step and jumped in front of Chen Chi in the blink of an eye.

Vajra Eight Styles: Straddle Style.

This is the only footwork among the eight styles. It is not only a way to stabilize the center of gravity, but also a trick to increase speed in a short period of time.

Chen Chi, who was lying on the steps, heard footsteps and hurriedly tried to turn over and get up.

But his broken arms could not support his body at all.

He could only watch helplessly as a figure approached rapidly in his sight, and the sandbag-sized fist quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

His pupils contracted violently: "Wait..."

"Oh!"

A heavy punch accompanied by a surging wave of air fell down fiercely.

(End of this chapter)