Gou Zai Xianwu Chaos World, Physical Sainthood

In the alley, Lu Cheng weighed the iron fork in his hand, and a slight smile appeared on his lips as he watched the two approaching figures.

This pitchfork must have been used by someone to fork firewood.

It only has two forks, one of which is missing its tip, and its overall length is shorter than its own fishing fork.

But having and not having are two completely different situations.

Without the iron fork, Lu Cheng had no choice but to flee.

With the iron fork in hand, the fear was that the two men would turn tail and run away.

Having just rushed over, Lu Cheng had basically figured it out.

The well-dressed man was of average physical strength, average movement, and average intelligence; he was no different from an ordinary person, so there was no need to pay him any attention.

The other one looks a bit more difficult to deal with.

He's not very tall, but he didn't pant heavily after chasing for so long, which means he has good stamina.

There were old and new scars on his hands and face, clearly indicating that he was a frequent fighter with extensive experience in brawls.

Fortunately, he had a weapon and was in a narrow alley.

With the river right behind them, even if they were outmatched, escaping wouldn't be difficult.

Lu Cheng then stopped.

Lu Cheng laughed, and the two young gang leaders also laughed.

The difference was that Lu Cheng's smile was a quiet, subtle grin.

The two young gang leaders laughed with undisguised disdain.

He laughed at Lu Cheng for overestimating his abilities.

He laughed without restraint.

The sound of laughter carried far out of the alley.

The sound shook the area, and some doors and windows on both sides of the alley moved slightly before closing even tighter.

The young gang leader pointed at Lu Cheng, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

This young gang leader himself was fine; although he had never lived a life of luxury since childhood, he had never suffered any hardship.

Even if there's a street fight, they'll stand in a completely safe place and watch.

Therefore, they know their own level.

But Shi Da, who was beside him, had been fighting and brawling on the streets for many years and was known as a fierce person in the entire Fish Gang.

Lu Cheng's side had more people, and they were all dressed in clothes that clearly belonged to martial arts school disciples, so the two of them were afraid that they might accidentally get injured.

But now, facing Lu Cheng, a mere teenager, he showed no caution whatsoever.

Instead, they were amused by Lu Cheng's wary look with the fork in his hand.

In their eyes, Lu Cheng was just a young man who had only been practicing martial arts for a few days, yet he considered himself a martial artist.

Cornered by the two of them, and having just picked up a "weapon," they decided to fight to the death.

The two had been chasing for so long, and they originally thought that Lu Cheng was going to get away.

But this guy was clearly unfamiliar with the city's roads.

I somehow managed to wander into this alley.

This alley is a narrow passage between two rows of houses, so narrow that only two people can squeeze through side by side.

One end is the street outside, and the other end is the river, making it a dead end.

The only thing to worry about is Lu Cheng jumping into the river. That kid is a fisherman, so he must be a good swimmer.

If he dives into the river, we really won't be able to catch him.

"Lu Cheng, right? Hahaha... cough cough." Shi laughed so hard that his breathing became uneven, and he coughed twice.

"That's not how you hold a fork, hahaha."

He casually grabbed a clothesline stick from the wall, tapped it on his hand, and walked towards Lu Cheng:

"Come on, let Master Shi teach you how to do it... Damn, you're a good kid!"

Before he could finish speaking, his playful words turned into a shock.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he held the stick in front of his chest with both hands, barely managing to block Lu Cheng's lightning-fast thrust.

With a "clang," the forks clashed.

Feeling the force coming from his hand, Shi Da was greatly surprised.

How can a child who is only half a year old have so much strength?

It was so big that he almost dropped the stick in his hand.

Lu Cheng sighed inwardly, thinking it a pity.

I can now say that I've already taken one foot into the door of stance training.

Not only have the strength in the limbs been generated, but the legs and feet can also exert force by using the ground.

He had been secretly gathering his strength for that attack, and it was partly a sneak attack, which was an excellent opportunity.

Unfortunately, Lu Cheng had overexerted himself with training over the past four days, and his body was still sore and numb.

Whether it's strength, speed, or angle, everything has been greatly reduced.

Otherwise, that fork strike would have been enough to kill the man.

Despite feeling regretful, Lu Cheng did not stop.

While you are sick, I will kill you!

Before Shi Da could catch his breath, Lu Cheng pressed down with the iron fork in his hand.

At this point, Lu Cheng had already used the [Spear Fishing Technique].

First, a fork was thrust towards the man's face.

However, this was just a feint.

When the man used the clothesline stick in his hand to block again, he pushed off the ground with his left foot, and the force was transmitted from his thigh to his shoulder and back.

Lu Cheng quickly twisted his arm, and the iron fork instantly flipped over, bypassing the clothesline pole before returning from the air.

The intact tip of the fork suddenly sliced ​​across the man's neck, drawing a smear of blood.

With a clang, the clothesline pole fell to the ground.

Shi Da clutched his neck and slowly lay back.

The [Destiny] in Lu Cheng's sea of ​​consciousness flickered rapidly.

Having learned from his previous experience with the [Spear Fishing Technique], Lu Cheng naturally knew that this was because the [Twelve Forms of the Mysterious Eagle Stance] had made significant progress in the previous battle.

But there was no time to check at the moment.

With a kick, Shi Da fell backward faster and with greater force. Lu Cheng took a step forward and approached the young gang leader behind him with his fork.

All of this happened in a very short instant.

Before the young gang leader's laughter had even faded, Shi Da in front of him began to lean back.

The two were originally three or four steps apart, but before the young gang leader could react, Shi Da, who was leaning back, suddenly pressed his face against his.

The young gang leader realized something was wrong and turned to run away.

But as soon as I lifted my foot, a sharp pain shot through my hind leg.

His legs gave way and he fell to the ground.

With another jolt, a pitchfork snapped shut around his neck, forcing him to lie face down on the ground.

"People from the Fish Gang?"

Lu Cheng looked down at him and asked in a cold voice.

The young gang leader was held by the neck with an iron fork, not daring to move or even touch his wound.

He could only endure the pain and lie prone to respond:

"I...I am the young leader of the Fish Gang. It's all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. Please don't act rashly."

Lu Cheng shook his head:

"A misunderstanding? What if I tell you it's not a misunderstanding?"

"No, it's not a misunderstanding?" The young gang leader immediately trembled, too frightened to know how to answer.

Who is this person? So young and yet he kills without blinking an eye.

A heat rose beneath him, and a pungent, musky smell surged up.

Lu Cheng looked at the man on the ground, his eyes flashing coldly.

He didn't care about whether or not the gang leader was there; since they had come looking for him, it meant the Fish Gang wouldn't let him go.

Besides, since one has already been killed, this guy will definitely be killed as well.

Even if a dying person knows about You Lancang, it doesn't matter.

But before killing, there is one more question that must be asked.

With a firmer grip, the iron fork pressed lightly against the young gang leader's neck.

"Who told the Fish Gang that I had come to Yangcheng?"

It wasn't that Lu Cheng suspected Old Man Ge of betraying him.

Rather, it was the fishmongers who were ruthless and vicious, and what Lu Cheng feared was their use of force against Old Man Ge.

even……

With Lu Cheng holding him back, the young gang leader naturally spoke without reservation:

"It was Liu Daozi from Hanliu Town. He came to the inner city the day before yesterday to inquire about You Lanchuang, and that's how we found out that something happened in Hanliu Town."

"Later, he said that only your family and You Lanchuang had had conflicts recently."

"That's when we started to have some suspicions about you, but by then you had already disappeared."

"Later, he learned from an old fisherman that you came to Yangcheng on the very day You Lancang disappeared."

Upon hearing this, Lu Cheng felt a tremor in his heart; what he had feared had come to pass.

The young gang leader, lying on the ground, couldn't see Lu Cheng's expression.

Seeing that Lu Cheng remained silent, she seemed to have grasped at a straw and hurriedly said:

"Lu Cheng, Lu Cheng, listen to me! You Lancang is a scoundrel. I've disliked him for a long time. You did the right thing by killing him! No, he absconded with the money. If we catch him, we'll definitely kill him!"

Lu Cheng gave a blank "hmm," tightening his grip on the fork even more:

"Then I'll take you to him right away."

Having said that, he exerted force, and the iron fork was pressed into the young gang leader's neck with a "thud".

He pulled out the iron fork, dragged the still convulsing young gang leader and the already dead Shi Da, and threw them into the river with a "plop".

He then turned and left the alley, without returning to Changfeng Escort Agency.

He went straight out of the south gate of Yangcheng County and headed towards Hanliu Town under the moonlight.