Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Chen Qian and the others had just reached the low wall at the edge of the yard, less than twenty meters away from Zhou Xingxing, when they felt an invisible pressure.

Clearly, someone inside was using superpowers. The blades of a fan on Stephen Chow's back flew out, and several men fell to the ground and fell asleep.

"Second Senior Brother, something's wrong with this kid. His mental strength is much stronger than Senior Brother described."

"Let's all attack together! What are we afraid of if there are many of us?"

Dajun frowned, looking at the four figures in the courtyard below the hillside, his heart filled with worry.

"I'll go down and have a look at him."

Dajun's gaze darkened.

Last time on the high seas, he lost to Stephen Chow on a ship, losing face in front of so many people.

He couldn't sleep or eat in peace until he avenged this grudge.

He brought four junior brothers with him today, and Lin Tian was there to back him up; he didn't want to miss this opportunity.

Lin Tian watched the army leave with great interest, while Liang Kun occasionally used the special ability he had acquired for 100 million.

Zhou Xingxing suddenly felt a familiar wave approaching from afar, cold and sinister, like a venomous snake.

"A large army?"

Uncle Da saw it too. "Son, isn't that the one who fought you on the boat last time..."

Zhou Xingxing didn't speak, but stared at Dajun.

Dajun stopped at the gate of the courtyard and looked at Zhou Xingxing through the iron fence. The two stared at each other, and the air seemed to freeze.

"Stephen Chow, long time no see."

Stephen Chow laughed too: "Dajun, what brings you here? Looking for me for tea?"

"Want some tea?"

Dajun shook his head. "I'm here to collect a debt. You humiliated me on the ship last time, and it's time to pay for it today."

"Still? You think you can take it?"

Stephen Chow took a step forward.

Da Jun's face flushed red. He pointed at Zhou Xingxing, his voice filled with anger: "Zhou Xingxing, don't be so arrogant. I brought my junior brothers with me today. You won't be able to escape."

Zhou Xingxing glanced at the four people behind him. Chen Qian was standing on the left, and the other three were standing on the right.

Neither of them are easy to deal with.

"Dajun, have you forgotten where you are? This is my home. You brought people to my house to cause trouble, believe me or not, I'll call the police and have you arrested!"

Dajun laughed, a cold laugh: "Call the police? It's too late for you to call the police now."

He raised his hand, and his four junior brothers behind him took a step forward at the same time.

Four streams of spiritual energy pressed down on Zhou Xingxing from different directions.

Zhou Xingxing grunted and took a step back.

The army is testing the waters.

"Dajun, are you planning to fight me to the death today?"

"spell?"

Dajun shook his head. "I don't want you to die, nor do I want you to live. I want you to kneel down and kowtow three times to me, and call me 'Grandpa'."

Uncle Da was furious: "Dajun, you've gone too far! Why should my son kowtow to you?"

Dajun glanced at him and said, "Who do you think you are? Get out of my way."

Uncle Da was about to say something more when Stephen Chow stopped him, saying, "Dad, step back."

Uncle Da looked at his son, opened his mouth but then closed it again, and stepped back to Long Wu's side.

Lung Wu had already raised his gun, but Stephen Chow shook his head, signaling him not to fire.

The army has special abilities; bullets have no effect on him and instead enrage him, causing the bullets to bounce back in a curve.

Zhou Xingxing looked at Dajun: "Dajun, are you sure you want to fight me?"

"Sure."

The army acted decisively.

"Okay." Zhou Xingxing nodded. "Let's do it then."

Their eyes lit up at the same time.

Invisible forces collided in mid-air, distorting and deforming the air, producing a buzzing sound.

Uncle Da and Long Wu were pushed back several steps by that force, their faces turning pale.

The army took one step forward, while Stephen Chow took three steps forward, which meant the army retreated two steps.

"Stephen Chow, you really were hiding your talents."

Chen Qian raised his hand, and a ball of flame condensed in his palm, growing brighter and hotter, before he suddenly pushed it towards Zhou Xingxing.

Stephen Chow dodged to the side, and the flames crashed to the ground, creating a crater and scattering sparks.

"Stephen Chow, why are you hiding? Aren't you supposed to be pretty tough?"

Chen Qian condensed another flame, bigger and brighter than before.

Stephen Chow picked up a piece of broken glass from the ground and held it up to the flame.

The light reflected off the flames, sending them flying straight towards Chen Qian.

Chen Qian's expression changed drastically, and he quickly threw himself to the side.

The flames struck the tree behind him, instantly setting its canopy ablaze and illuminating half the sky.

Dajun's face turned grim.

Chen Qian got up from the ground, her face covered in ash and a few strands of her hair singed. She was both ashamed and angry.

The other three exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously.

"Illusion!"

A junior student shouted.

The scene before Zhou Xingxing's eyes distorted; the courtyard turned into a desert, with sandstorms raging and obscuring the sun.

He knew it was an illusion, so he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the force was already eroding his mind.

He snorted coldly and launched a sudden counterattack with his spiritual power. The junior brother screamed, clutched his head, and staggered back several steps, blood streaming from his nose.

"Mental Thrust!"

Another junior brother shouted.

Stephen Chow felt as if he had been pricked by a needle in the head, and the pain made his vision go black, but he endured it and did not collapse.

He bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His mental power surged, and his junior brother screamed and staggered backward.

The last junior brother dared not make a move. His special ability was telekinesis, which was useless against an opponent with stronger mental power.

Da Jun's face was ashen. Of his four junior brothers, some were injured, some had retreated, and none of them could help.

He gritted his teeth, concentrated all his mental energy, and pressed down on Zhou Xingxing.

Stephen Chow went all out, releasing all his remaining mental energy.

Two invisible forces collided in mid-air, the air emitted a piercing shriek, the ground cracked open, and debris flew everywhere. Uncle Da and Long Wu were thrown to the ground by the shockwave.

Several of his fellow disciples were also shaken and staggered, only Chen Qian managed to stand.

"Zhou Xingxing, you won't last much longer!" Dajun said through gritted teeth.

"You too!" Stephen Chow retorted, not backing down an inch.

Dajun grew increasingly panicked. Zhou Xingxing's mental strength was stronger than his, and he felt his mental strength slipping away little by little, like sand leaking through his fingers.

Stephen Chow is also in a bad situation. His ability to transform has not yet recovered, and relying solely on his mental strength to fight against the army and his four junior brothers is already his limit.

When Dajun's four junior brothers recovered, they saw their senior brother struggling and offered their help.

Four streams of spiritual energy were simultaneously injected into the army's body.

Dajun's spirits lifted, and the pressure eased dramatically.

The pressure on Stephen Chow increased dramatically. He groaned, and blood welled up from the corner of his mouth again.

"son!"

Uncle Da got angry, "You're shameless! You're ganging up on us!"

Da Jun sneered, "Shameless? All's fair in war, Zhou Xingxing, you've got what's coming to you today!"

He increased his mental energy output, and Zhou Xingxing was forced to kneel on the ground, causing the ground to shatter.

On the distant hillside, Lin Tian watched the standoff below, a slow smile creeping onto his lips. Without moving his feet, he vanished from the spot.

The plot is about to unfold.

Is this Shanghai in 1932?

This is perfect for fighting the Japanese.

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