Ultimate True Lord

"Vice Leader!"

Because everything happened so quickly, it wasn't until then that Du Yuan's two confidants reacted, their eyes wide with horror, and they gasped in shock.

"Bang! Bang!"

Jiang Ming spun around and unleashed two palm strikes, like raging pythons, slamming them into the chests of the two men. Instantly, the two gray-clad gang members collapsed to the ground, silent.

Only the crimson blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth slowly formed a pool of blood on the floor.

His imposing figure stood in the middle of the road, his strong arms hanging slightly at his sides. Jiang Ming slowly raised his palm, feeling a fierce power gather in his hand, enough to kill anyone who struck him.

At that moment, he truly experienced the power of combining soft force with penetrating force. A martial artist who had been immersed in hard force for many years had all his defenses shattered by a single move, and was killed on the spot in two moves!

"This feeling is amazing..."

Jiang Ming took a deep breath and felt a strange throbbing in his heart, spreading wildly throughout his body.

He slowly exhaled a breath of hot air, his gaze quietly sweeping across the alleyways on both sides of Baishui Street, where the gray-clad gang spies, their eyes filled with horror and their expressions of fear, were rapidly retreating.

"Since you're here, don't leave."

Jiang Ming sprang up and plunged into the shadows of the alley, beginning a frenzied slaughter of the thugs.

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The headquarters of the Gray-Clad Gang.

After meeting with the envoy from Cangshi Gate, Xiong Ping was in high spirits. The envoy then gave him a new task: to find fifteen pretty girls whose limbs had not yet fully developed.

If you do a good job, you will be rewarded with a lot of money.

house.

Xiong Ping carefully placed the silver and martial arts manual he had just received into two wooden boxes, arranging them neatly. He planned to distribute them as rewards when his men returned at dusk.

Of course, he would keep a large portion of it for his personal enjoyment.

Afterwards, Xiong Ping summoned a trusted subordinate, and the two spoke in an inner room. After hearing the request, the subordinate spoke with some hesitation.

"Boss, this is going to be difficult. There aren't any decent-looking girls left in Fenghepu. The neighbors are all on high alert and keeping a close watch on us. It'll be hard for us to make a move."

Xiong Ping scoffed, his face showing complete indifference.

"Don't worry, it's not easy to kidnap people in Fenghepu. We can try our luck in the nearby shops. They're not very wary, so kidnapping a few girls shouldn't be too difficult."

He had already spoken with the envoy from Cangshimen, who supported the Gray Robe Gang in expanding its influence and provided a steady stream of high-quality goods.

Moreover, Xiong Ping had been in the Great Perfection stage for a long time, and was almost twenty-five years old when his Qi and blood began to decline.

He has a solid foundation and has accumulated strength over time. This time, he has also obtained a powerful martial art from the Cangshi Sect, which is perfect for improving his soft strength.

Once he successfully breaks through the Soft Force barrier, the Gray-Clad Gang can easily swallow up the entire bottom-level gangs of Fenghe Shop, and even extend their reach to other shops. After all, there are very few Soft Force masters in a shop.

As long as he doesn't provoke other soft forces, he can walk sideways.

Just then.

With a creak.

The door to the low house was pushed open, and a figure dressed in the clothes of the deputy gang leader Du Yuan, with his face covered, slowly walked in from outside.

Xiong Ping glanced up and, without thinking much, said, "Old Du, you've come at the right time. The silver and manuals from Cangshi Sect have arrived. We had a very fruitful month."

But as soon as the words left his mouth, Xiong Ping's expression suddenly changed.

The person in front of him was completely different from the usual Du Yuan in terms of physique, skeleton, and even walking posture. You could tell the difference after taking a second look.

"Who are you? Why are you wearing Lao Du's clothes?!"

Xiong Ping's smile vanished, his aura turned cold, and he rebuked sharply.

At the doorway, the figure slowly walked in, his tall frame completely blocking out the sunlight and casting a huge, heavy shadow on the ground, enveloping Xiong Ping entirely.

He approached step by step, and said with a puzzled look, "Chief Xiong, I am Du Yuan. It hasn't been that long... how come you don't recognize me?"

"fart!"

"What did you do to Lao Du?!"

Xiong Ping suddenly flew into a rage, instantly realizing that the mysterious killer from that night was right in front of him. As for Du Yuan, he was probably already dead.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xiong Ping's blood and qi surged, and his arms exploded with power, instantly expanding by a size.

He charged forward like a wild bear.

Xiong Ping swung his arms rapidly, unleashing the full power of his Mountain Bear Fist. A whistling sound echoed as the fist struck the air.

"Click!"

Jiang Ming's arm suddenly deformed, and a powerful force surged into it as if inflating a balloon. The muscles swelled several sizes larger, and large patches of blue veins resembling tree branches appeared on the surface.

With a gentle, sweeping palm strike, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, it easily deflected Xiong Ping's powerful and mature Mountain Bear Fist.

Then.

"Bang!!!"

A brown arm suddenly pressed down on Xiong Ping's head and slammed him into the left wall.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Jiang Ming's arm was like an iron hammer, repeatedly slamming Xiong Ping's head against the wall, the continuous impact sounding like a string of firecrackers.

"Thump!"

The final impact caused the entire wall to tremble slightly.

White ash fell from the top, scattering all over the ground.

"despair."

Xiong Ping, the leader of the Gray-Clad Gang, pressed his face against the wall, his body kneeling heavily, his arms hanging limply at his sides.

At a height of more than a meter above the white wall, a bloodied and mangled face, with concave contours, was firmly imprinted on it, looking ferocious and terrifying.

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Jiang Ming withdrew his hand expressionlessly, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Is Xiong Ping too weak? Or am I too strong? How could I be so easily defeated?"

"I thought that with my strength fully developed, I could last a little longer."

In fact, his strength is not just ordinary softness; he also possesses a powerful martial arts technique called "Penetrating Bone Force." The combination of these two abilities makes it far superior to ordinary softness.

It's no surprise that Xiong Ping was killed.

Ahead, Xiong Ping's trusted subordinate was staring at Jiang Ming in disbelief. Before he could even react, their gang leader had been killed.

"you……"

"Bang!"

A body flew out of the right-hand window and landed heavily on the ground.

The commotion immediately attracted the attention of all the members of the Gray-Clad Gang headquarters. Four or five people rushed over to the doorway.

They were astonished to see it.

Inside the room, a burly figure slowly turned around, having just removed the black veil from his face, and was holding two boxes in his right hand.

Jiang Ming glanced at the gray-clad gang members outside, wielding knives and clubs, and suddenly smiled faintly: "You've seen my face, haven't you?"

A short while later.

All the men from the Gray-Clad Gang headquarters lay on the ground, their eyes wide open, necks twisted, and blood flowing from their mouths and noses.