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Chapter 406 The Muscle Saint (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Magna, the leader of the Crippled Gang, was sent flying into the air by Wayne's palm strike. He was more than a meter high in the air, and his eyes rolled back while he was still in mid-air.

Blood and teeth splattered everywhere at the same time!

Wayne moved so fast that just as the members of the Sick Gang involuntarily looked up at Magna, he had already taken a step forward and his shoulder slammed into the chest of another short, fat man.

"Crack—" The sound of ribs breaking rang out, and the short, fat man flew out like a cannonball, knocking another person down and leaving him lying on the ground unable to move.

"Grab him!"

"That kid's behind you!"

"I'll fucking kill you!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

The group of members of the Tumor Gang roared in fury, only to find that the other party's movements were as fast as a ghost, and they could not even catch a glimpse of the other party!

And although they had guns, that damn Wayne was like a ghost, easily dodging the gun barrels, making it impossible for them to fire. By the time they saw him, he was already right in front of them.

Wayne's movements were now so agile as to be almost unbelievable. He moved through the dozen or so members of the Sick Gang as if they were nothing, shifting and dodging, and each time he made a move, an opponent fell.

Although there were more than a dozen people on the other side, it felt to those around them as if Wayne alone had surrounded them.

"WTF! Is this Batman or Daredevil? My God, he's like a ghost!" Blood Gang henchman Doug exclaimed in disbelief.

You have to understand that those gangsters have guns, but at such close range, they can't really use them. Nobody dares to fire randomly for fear of accidentally injuring their own comrades.

This resulted in a one-sided and brutal beating!

Meanwhile, the lecturer was live-streaming the scene on his phone, dumbfounded, and the live stream chat was also in an uproar: "Holy crap, was that Iron Mountain Strike? Who did Bajiquan?!"

"What the hell is this? A muscle Jesus? An armed God?"

"They are practically on par with Confucius himself!"

"How come this foreigner knows Bajiquan? That move just now looked a bit like military boxing? Black Tiger Steals the Heart?"

"Guys, I've been training in combat sports for eight years, and this Wayne is seriously professional. Boxing, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Sanda... Holy crap, how does he know everything?!"

"Lecturer, you've met a benefactor! Look how much traffic you've gotten! You should practically kowtow to them!"

Compared to American netizens who frequently witness street fights and even American-style gun battles every day, where have these Dongda netizens in the lecturer's live stream ever seen such a street fight?

They all became excited and exclaimed how thrilling it was.

"Holy crap, that punch made my chin hurt just looking at it. That black guy's jaw must be shattered!"

"It's okay, just fix it with tape and it'll still work."

"Look, there are only five left—four!"

Wayne's face was cold and stern. He moved with lightning speed, grabbing the hand of a gang member who was about to fire a shot. He suddenly increased the force, and a scream was heard along with the sound of bones breaking. The hand bones of the gang member had been crushed.

Immediately afterwards, he lifted his foot and swung his tail backward like a scorpion, causing another big, dark-skinned man who was preparing to ambush him to fall to the ground with blood streaming from his forehead.

At this point, only two members of the Tumor Gang remained standing. When Wayne glared at them, they were so frightened that they immediately dropped their guns and stood there with their hands raised, as if they were runaway slaves who had seen their slave owner.

Wayne walked calmly toward the two men, like a cold-faced god of death.

It was only then that everyone present noticed that Wayne's exposed forearms had bulging muscles, showcasing a standard physique of bodybuilding.

The beauty of power that he exuded in every move he made was equally awe-inspiring!

The two members of the gang looked terrified, their legs trembling, like prisoners awaiting trial.

At that moment, Wayne had already arrived in front of the two and instantly threw a punch at each of them with lightning speed!

His fist was so fast that it left a blur and arrived in front of the two in an instant. Then it stopped in mid-air, just millimeters away from their faces, almost touching them.

Suddenly, a giant fist appeared in their field of vision, filling their entire field of vision. The wind from the fist made their eyes sting and tears welled up instantly.

"Help!"

"I repent to you!"

The two cried out, unable to hold on any longer, and knelt down on the ground, pleading with Wayne.

From that moment on, not a single member of the Tumor Gang remained standing!

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap—" The lecturer exclaimed in disbelief while broadcasting the live stream.

In his live stream, the screen was also filled with the same uniform "Holy crap" exclamation.

As the saying goes, "You only realize how little you know when you need it," and only these two words can express the feelings of many people at this moment.

Meanwhile, the two local internet celebrities who filmed the scene were equally shocked, muttering, "Jesus Christ—what kind of power is this?"

He then became excited, jumped up, and shouted into the live stream, "Gentlemen and ladies, did you see that? This is Samson reincarnated! This is real mixed martial arts!"

"Armed Saint! God, Virgin Mary! I wasn't particularly interested in this saint before, but now I'm a huge fan. You really should see it in person, it's absolutely breathtaking!"

Amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, Wayne strode toward Magna, whose jawbone was shattered and who had lost seven or eight teeth.

Magna trembled all over, blood streaming from his mouth, as he struggled desperately to reach for a revolver on the ground.

Upon seeing Wayne approaching, he trembled, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes, and stammered, "You—who are you?"

He hadn't even seen the other person's movements before he was lifted into the air and instantly lost consciousness.

When he awoke from his coma, he saw that all his men were lying on the ground, groaning in pain and unable to move.

How is this possible?! The other party was unarmed, while his men were all armed!

This is like a nightmare!

A piercing pain shot through his jaw, making Magna's words somewhat incoherent. He murmured, "This—this will break the balance between the Bloods and the gangs—this will provoke—provoke a war—"

Wayne looked calmly at Magna and said slowly, "Magna, my friend, you don't understand. There is never any balance, only submission."

Magna's eyes widened, and with blood trickling from his mouth, he mumbled, "You—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Wayne leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Long live the Black Panthers."

Magna shuddered, staring at Wayne in disbelief, and said, "You—how could you—"

Magna Wright, a goblin from California, whose grandfather and father were former members of the Black Panther Party. He joined the gang after its downfall, hiding his inner beliefs. Despairing of his past dreams due to his father's failure, his thoughts became chaotic, and he gradually became a raider on the streets of the Demon Realm dungeon.

Wayne's words were like a curse, sending chills down Magna's spine.

His grandfather and father were both depressed because of the Black Panther Party's defeat, and his grandfather was even shot to death by police in the street. This is the main reason why he hates undercover police agents and informants in the United States.

When Wayne uttered the words "Long live the Black Panthers," it also indicated that the other party could not possibly be an undercover police officer.

Even though the Black Panther Party has been extinct for many years, it remains an absolute taboo for successive U.S. governments, whether Democratic or Republican.

The moment any sign of the Black Panther Party is detected, the most brutal crackdown will follow.

To be precise, what they fear is the communist ideology at the core of the Black Panther Party!

Magna stared at Wayne before him and murmured, "You—who are you—"

Wayne didn't answer the other person's question. Instead, he reached out and pressed his hand against Magna's forehead, looking at him with anger at his lack of ambition. He shook his head and said, "Magna, you have disappointed your grandfather. You have disgraced him."

As he spoke, he instantly activated the power of [Basic Witch Doctor].

Instantly, warm energy surged from Wayne's palms and flowed into Magna's forehead.

This warm, healing power quickly enveloped Magna's injured jaw and mouth.

At the same time, Wayne roughly shoved Magna's shattered jaw back together with his other hand. The intense pain and the pleasant healing caused Magna to let out a strange groan, like the soulful singing of a Black man: "Ugh."

This scene made all the gang members present grimace, unable to imagine how painful it must have been.

To Magna's disbelief, his shattered jawbone began to heal rapidly, the bleeding from his gums stopped, and the wound quickly disappeared.

His eyes were filled with shock. He reached up and touched his slightly crooked chin in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice, "I—I'm healed? This—this is impossible—"

Nick, standing to the side, sneered and shouted, "Magna, you fucking black bastard who just crawled out of a cotton field, you have no idea what kind of miracle you're witnessing! Before a saint like Godfather Wayne, nothing is impossible!"

Without even glancing at Magna, Wayne turned and walked towards another member of the Tumor Gang. He pressed his hand against the man's forehead and roughly straightened the man's severed arm with his other hand, activating the power of [Basic Witch Doctor].

Amidst the other person's equally melodious groans, the broken arm was restored.

Then came the next one.

Amidst the shocked and terrified gazes of these Tumor Gang members, Wayne casually set their broken bones back together, using his blessing power to heal them once more.

Regardless of whether the connection is correct or not, just say whether it's healed or not.

Soon, all the injured members of the Sick Gang had received Wayne's blessing and regained their mobility.

Magna's face, covered in blood, gradually changed from bewilderment to heartfelt admiration and respect. He murmured, "Many people came to him, bringing tumors, blind men, mute men, cripples and many other sick people, and laid them at his feet, and he healed them—" (Matthew 15:30).

"The Internationale will surely come true!" (The Internationale)

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved: Master 33% + 1.2%

[Experience points +12]