The ultimate master in the city

The train was moving very fast. A man and a zombie jumped onto the roof and rolled backward due to inertia. They rolled for seven or eight meters before they regained their balance and stood up.

Yang Wudi brandished his spiked club and shouted something, but the wind was too strong and he couldn't hear clearly.

Zhou Fengchen also twirled his sword and shouted, "You little devil, you're quite the player! You think you can escape just because you're on the train?"

However, judging from the other person's expression, they obviously didn't hear clearly either.

The wind, mixed with raindrops, pounded on his face, making it hard to open his eyes and even breathe. Zhou Fengchen took a short run and swung his ancient Qing Dynasty sword at the enemy.

Yang Wudi greeted him with his staff.

Ding!

Ding ding ding!

Braving the wind and rain, a man and a zombie were locked in a fierce battle on the roof of the train.

This is when your lower body strength is put to the test, because if you jump, you'll be thrown several meters away, and you might even fall off the train.

However, Zhou Fengchen was a disciple of a Taoist sect that practiced the Golden Core technique. He internally cultivated the Three Talents Returning to Origin Technique and externally cultivated top-level mystical arts and various lost martial arts. His lower body was as stable as Mount Tai, so he was naturally not afraid. Yang Wudi was heavy and stiff, so his body was also very stable.

So, the man and the zombie fought from the front of the car to the back, and then from the back to the front, hacking and slashing each other relentlessly.

Yang Wudi's skills were slightly inferior, and his hard body was slashed with seven or eight cuts. Zhou Fengchen was also grazed twice by the spiked club because he couldn't dodge in time, and felt a burning pain.

At this moment, Yang Wudi's eyes lit up, and he played a trick. While Zhou Fengchen was backing away, he grabbed the train railing, did a reverse leap, kicked the train window with both feet and squeezed inside.

Zhou Fengchen was taken aback. With so many people on the train, what would happen if such a monster got in? He quickly followed Yang Wudi and crawled into the carriage as well.

As soon as I entered, I smelled an unpleasant, warm odor, and then my vision blurred as a spiked club came crashing down on my head with tremendous force.

Zhou Fengchen hurriedly drew his sword to defend himself.

clang!

Yang Wudi was thrown aside, and Zhou Fengchen, bracing himself against the seat, finally regained his balance. Looking up, he didn't know how to describe his feelings.

The carriage was packed with people—old people, children, young men, and young women—all craning their necks, staring wide-eyed, yawning, looking at Yang Wudi, then at him, completely bewildered by what had happened.

Four middle-aged men next to them got up from the ground in a daze, brushing off the glass shards on their bodies. They had obviously fallen asleep and been kicked over by Yang Wudi when he broke the car window. They looked up and were about to start cursing when they suddenly saw Zhou Fengchen wielding a large machete. Then they looked at the broken and drafty car window and were stunned. What... happened?

Across the aisle, Yang Wudi raised his spiked club, pointed it at Zhou Fengchen, gave a stiff, wicked smile, and said in broken Mandarin, "You're very powerful!"

"Not bad, that's enough killing you, you beast!" Zhou Fengchen also raised his knife and smiled coldly.

Suddenly, Yang Wudi strangely revealed his identity, "Nalan Abu, Han name Yang Wudi, the number one fierce general under Prince Su of the Qing Dynasty, Hauge! And you are...?"

Zhou Fengchen frowned and said, "Zhou Fengchen, a disciple of the Great Evolution Path, what are you trying to do by saying all this?"

Yang Wudi said in a hoarse voice, "In the four hundred years since my death, this is the first time I have suffered such a great loss. To die at your hands, or to kill you, should be an honor."

Zhou Fengchen sighed, "I don't really feel anything, as long as I kill you, that's all that matters."

Then both of them fell silent. One was lost in thought, while the other looked around at all the people and felt a pang of anxiety.

The two men's appearance and words seemed both funny and comical to the unsuspecting passengers in the carriage, but... their weapons were terrifying.

Immediately, the entire carriage erupted in chatter and discussion. Several girls nearby took out their phones and started snapping photos incessantly. "Wow! Their poses are so cool! That one with the long braid looks like he's from the Qing Dynasty!"

"The two of them are so funny when they talk!"

"That long braid looks just like a prince in a Qing Dynasty drama!"

"This guy in the leather jacket isn't bad either; his eyes are really scary!"

"Could their weapons be real?"

Several middle-aged male passengers were also discussing the matter with apparent insight: "Is this some kind of movie film? What's the meaning of the fight between people in period costumes and modern clothes?"

"Wait a minute! How did they manage to kick through a hard train window while it was moving?"

"That spiked club must weigh several dozen kilograms! And that knife looks pretty good too!"

……

The incoherent chatter continued until it was interrupted by Yang Wudi's sinister laugh. "Heh heh, look at these fools. Killing them is like cutting melons and vegetables. I just want to ask you, using their lives as shields, how are you going to kill me?"

"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of the way, quick!" Zhou Fengchen roared.

However, after the shout, everyone in the carriage, including those who had bought standing tickets at the door, looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What exactly do these two people do?"

"They wouldn't dare kill anyone, would they?"

The answer they received was that a young man cautiously approached Yang Wudi, seemingly out of curiosity, only to have his head smashed open by a spiked club. His head was shattered, and his shoulder was also split open, with red and white splattered everywhere.

Zhou Fengchen was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth, pointed at Yang Wudi, and cursed, "You beast!"

The entire carriage was silent for three seconds. A look of bewilderment flashed across the wide eyes of the passengers, and then chaos erupted instantly. Some ran forward, some ran backward, and screams and curses filled the air.

"Damn it, they're serious!"

"ah--"

"Someone has died!"

Zhou Fengchen was jostled and pushed about by the passengers, while Yang Wudi had no scruples. He grinned, raised his spiked club, and instantly smashed three or four people to pieces.

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"You fucking killed innocent people again!" Zhou Fengchen saw it clearly and cursed angrily. He jumped up, stepped on the chair, rushed over, and swung his knife to slash.

Yang Wudi let out a strange laugh and swung his staff to meet the attack.

Ding ding ding!

In an instant, the seats were smashed to pieces, and snacks and drinks flew everywhere.

Fortunately, Zhou Fengchen held Yang Wudi back, preventing any further deaths. Soon, all the passengers had fled and crowded around the two ends, staring in disbelief at the two fighting figures and the four or five corpses on the ground. Their faces turned pale.

"They really killed someone?! What on earth are they doing?"

"They're hitting so hard? This is practically fighting for their lives!"

"Call the police! Call the police now!"

Even before they spoke, three train police officers had already squeezed out from behind Yang Wudi, shouting, "Stop! What are you doing?"

The two fighters were too engrossed in their battle to pay attention to anything else.

One of the officers glanced at the pile of gruesome corpses on the ground, and seeing that the two men wouldn't listen to reason, he fired a shot at Yang Wudi's thigh.

"Bang!"

The passengers at both ends were startled when they saw the gunshot.

However, a terrifying thing happened. The bullet struck the leg of the "Qing Dynasty man" with the long braid but bounced off immediately. He didn't care, simply swatting aside another modern man in a leather jacket, turning around and leaping up, swinging his spiked club three times. Before the three police officers in the car could react, they were smashed to pieces. "Shut up!"

"what!"

"what!"

All the passengers were shocked. This was too cruel and violent. Almost everyone ran to both sides. However, the passengers in the carriages on both sides, not knowing what had happened, crowded over to watch. Now they couldn't get out or in. Adults cried and children cried, and the whole place was crowded together.

Zhou Fengchen felt a chill run down his spine. Human life was utterly worthless in this bastard's eyes. He quickly formed hand seals and shouted, "Clone! Hurry!"

His body split in two instantly, blocking both ends, and he swung his sword to slash at Yang Wudi in the middle.

The noisy passengers turned around and saw something strange: one person had actually split into two! They rubbed their eyes, looked again, and there were still two!

This is no longer human, it's clearly a monster!

"ah--"

"Stop pushing! Run!"

"These two aren't human; they're probably ghosts or monsters that crawled out of the wild!"

……

The two figures of Zhou Fengchen ignored the noise and focused intently on frantically slashing at Yang Wudi.

Yang Wudi was overwhelmed and unable to keep up with the situation.

Ding ding ding!

boom!boom!

Soon, one of Zhou Fengchens struck him on the forehead with a palm strike, while the other Zhou Fengchen stabbed him with all his might.

Click!

The entire blade was plunged into Yang Wudi's heart.

"cocoa……"

Yang Wudi took two steps back, gripping the hilt of his sword, his face filled with disbelief.

The two Zhou Fengchens merged into one, fiercely drawing their long swords and kicking out, "Die!"

As Yang Wudi fell backward for a moment, he suddenly grinned, "Idiot! A four-hundred-year-old body, you think I rely on it to survive?"

After saying that, he jumped out of the window that had just been kicked open.

"Damn it!" Zhou Fengchen's feelings were extremely complicated. No matter how he tried to kill him, he couldn't kill him. What should he do?

He gritted his teeth and jumped out of the window.

As soon as it landed, it rolled more than a dozen times before the force dissipated. When it looked up, there was no one in front of it.

He turned around abruptly and found Yang Wudi still clinging to the train window, grinning at him and saying something he couldn't hear. Then, he darted back into the carriage.

Zhou Fengchen was completely stunned, then cursed loudly and chased after him, brandishing his knife.

However, the train was going too fast, and just then it entered a tunnel inside a mountain. Zhou Fengchen crashed into the tunnel wall and was almost pulled under the train.

He was both angry and anxious, his wound reopened, and he sat down on the ground with a thud, watching helplessly as the train drove further and further away.

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