Gou Zai Wudao Shi Lian Shen

The night was deep.

In front of Chunfeng Tower, two red lanterns swayed gently in the night breeze, and the scent of perfume mixed with the smell of wine wafted out from the half-open door.

"Take care, Ge Tou'er."

The madam, all smiles, escorted Ge Ming and Zhao Sihou to the door. Behind them, several girls draped in thin veils leaned against the door, calling out in sweet voices, "Master Ge, Master Sihou, will you come again next time?"

Ge Ming rubbed the handkerchief the girl in his arms had given him, his face still flushed with the effects of the wine.

Zhao Sihou, with his bloated belly from a full meal, walked unsteadily, muttering to himself:

"Damn, life in town is so much more comfortable."

Zhao Sihou let out a burp, glanced back at Chunfeng Tower, and grinned, "They're much better than those village girls from the remote mountains. They all reek of firewood or pigsty; they're suffocating if you get too close."

Ge Ming chuckled softly, held the handkerchief to his nose and smelled it, still savoring the fragrance of the girls from Chunfeng Tower.

Zhao Sihou then asked Ge Ming, "Boss, how many taels do we have left?"

Ge Ming casually remarked, "Money is something you can just spend and then get more of."

"Those peasants are our moneybags!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sihou chuckled and said, "Hehe, that's true. These peasants are just shameless; they won't behave unless you beat them."

"We can just make an example of someone and not worry about them refusing to pay."

Suddenly, a crisp "bang" exploded in Zhao Sihu's ears.

The sound was too close.

It was so close it felt like someone had smashed a piece of watermelon right next to his ear.

The smile on Zhao Sihou's face hadn't faded when he suddenly froze. He felt a heat on his cheek as something sticky splattered all over his face and neck.

The smells of alcohol, perfume, and blood mingled together instantly.

Before Ge Ming could even scream, his body swayed and, like a chopped-down log, he fell straight to the ground.

"Boss?"

Zhao Sihou shouted out subconsciously.

no respond.

Only Ge Ming's corpse twitched twice before becoming completely still.

In the darkness, a figure holding a wooden stick slowly emerged.

The man was dressed in inconspicuous coarse cloth clothes, and was not tall; in fact, he appeared somewhat thin, like a young man.

But as he stood there, his eyes were frighteningly cold.

It was Lu Chen.

Zhao Sihu sobered up considerably in an instant.

"Who are you?"

His voice was hoarse, and cold sweat broke out on his back. His right hand instinctively reached for the short knife at his waist.

Lu Chen did not answer.

He quickly approached and threw a punch straight at Zhao Sihou's face.

Although Zhao Sihou had been drinking, he was still a veteran of the patrol team, and he was experienced in bullying the villagers and fighting. When he saw Lu Chen lunging at him with a punch, he was not only frightened but also felt a bit vicious.

"court death!"

Zhao Sihou roared, and with his short knife only half-drawn, he suddenly raised his left arm to block Lu Chen's punch.

But Lu Chen's punch was just a feint.

Halfway through his punch, he suddenly lowered his shoulder, and his entire arm swung around like a dragon's tail, dodging Zhao Sihou's block. He then brought his five fingers together and slammed them towards Zhao Sihou's ear.

Azure Dragon extends its claws!

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

Zhao Sihou felt a ringing in his ears, half of his face went numb, and he staggered back two steps.

He was both shocked and furious.

"Martial arts style?"

Zhao Sihou finally saw Lu Chen's posture clearly, and a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

This kid is young, but his moves are steady like a novice's.

Especially between his punches and palm strikes, his arms stretched out like whips, the power flowing from his spine all the way to his fingertips, striking fast and cunningly, unlike the random punches of a mountain village boy.

Lu Chen remained silent.

His eyes were frighteningly calm.

The fire in his chest burned brighter and brighter, but it didn't make him lose his composure.

Zhao Sihou shook his head, finally coming to his senses.

He stared at Lu Chen, vaguely remembering that face, and the fear on his face gradually turned into a ferocious expression.

"Oh, so you're a little rascal from the mountains."

"Do you know the enormity of the trouble you've caused by killing Ge Tou'er?"

"Our patrol team won't let you get away with this!"

Lu Chen said coldly, "The patrol team you mentioned, now only you are left."

"And soon, you will die too."

Before arriving here, Lu Chen had already dealt with the rest of the patrol team cleanly and efficiently.

Most of those people were scoundrels who knew a little bit of martial arts. They could bully ordinary people, but they were no match for a proper martial arts disciple like Lu Chen.

Ge Ming, the only martial artist in the patrol team, had just had his head smashed by Lu Chen's blow.

After all, Ge Ming had never practiced Iron Head Kung Fu. When Lu Chen slammed his head with the force of several hundred pounds, his skull exploded instantly.

Zhao Sihou's face twitched, and then he laughed in extreme anger.

"You?"

He suddenly drew his short knife, the blade flashing a cold light in the night.

"I'll chop you up first tonight, then I'll go to your village and drag your whole family out and slaughter them!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Sihou had already pounced on him.

He was stout but not slow; with a heavy stomp of his foot, he slashed diagonally at Lu Chen's shoulder and neck with his short sword. The strike was ruthless, clearly not the first time he had tried to kill someone.

Lu Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

He didn't take the hit head-on; instead, he shifted his stance and took a half-step to the side.

The blade grazed his clothes as it fell, bringing with it a gust of cold wind.

Zhao Sihou missed his first strike and immediately changed tactics, flipping his wrist and sweeping his short sword across Lu Chen's waist and abdomen.

Lu Chen, however, formed his right hand into a claw and grabbed Zhao Sihou's wrist holding the knife, pressing it down with the force.

Zhao Sihou felt a numbness in his wrist, and most of his sword strike was neutralized.

Before he could react, Lu Chen's shoulder had already slammed heavily into his chest.

boom!

Zhao Sihou grunted, his stout body staggering back three steps before his back slammed against the alley wall.

The plaster fell from the wall in a soft rustling sound.

"you--"

He was about to speak when Lu Chen approached again.

A flurry of punches came rushing towards me.

Not a punch.

It was three punches in a row.

The first punch landed on Zhao Sihou's wrist, nearly knocking the knife out of his hand.

The second punch landed on Zhao Sihu's ribs, causing him so much pain that he almost couldn't catch his breath.

The third punch was aimed straight at the throat.

Zhao Sihu was horrified and hurriedly raised his arm to protect his neck.

But Lu Chen's fighting style changed again.

His arm seemed to stretch out suddenly, passing through the gap in Zhao Sihou's defense and striking below his sternum.

Zhao Sihu felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had been hit by a blunt hammer, and his internal organs began to churn.

"vomit!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a stream of acidic liquid, and fear finally showed in his eyes.

This kid is amazing! He's not a martial artist, but he's as good as one!

Zhao Sihou looked fierce, but he was also a bully who preyed on the weak and feared the strong. At this moment, he began to have the idea of ​​backing down.

Ge Ming is dead.

He doesn't need to fight this madman.

As long as we run back into the mountains and gather some men, we can crush this kid and the village behind him together tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Zhao Sihou suddenly roared and threw his short knife at Lu Chen's face.

Lu Chen turned his head to avoid it.

The dagger grazed his cheek, leaving a shallow bloody mark on his skin, before embedding itself in the wall behind him.

Zhao Sihou had already turned and run away.

His stout body smashed through the bamboo baskets piled up at the alley entrance, and he tumbled and crawled into the street.

"Murder!"

"Murder!"

Zhao Sihou shouted at the top of his lungs.

But he had only shouted twice when he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

Lu Chen caught up with him.

Zhao Sihou was terrified. He turned around and saw Lu Chen lower his body, spread his arms, and move like a dragon running close to the ground. In a few leaps, he caught up with him.

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Sihou suddenly turned around and punched Lu Chen.

This punch was sudden, but thanks to his large and strong physique, it was quite powerful.

Lu Chen did not dodge.

His eyes narrowed, he steadied himself, arched his back, and pulled his right arm back sharply.

In that instant, the power cultivated from the Panlong stance sank into his legs, his spine tightened, and his shoulders and arms felt connected.

He seemed to be standing firmly in front of the mountain, his body and feet unmoving.

The next moment, his fist struck like a dragon.

boom!

Lu Chen's punch, though delivered after the initial strike, struck Zhao Sihou's fist directly, deflecting it and landing heavily on his throat.

Zhao Sihou's shouts came to an abrupt halt.

His eyes suddenly bulged, his stout body froze on the spot, and a hoarse, bellowing sound came from his throat.

Lu Chen did not stop.

He took a step forward, his left arm sweeping across like a dragon's tail, striking Zhao Sihu's temple.

Snapped!

Zhao Sihou tilted his head to the side and crashed headfirst into the wall.

Before he could fall, Lu Chen had already grabbed his collar with his right hand, slammed his knee into his abdomen, and then twisted and threw him down.

boom!

Zhao Sihou slammed heavily onto the ground, and the bluestone slab seemed to tremble.

His dagger was gone, his throat was shattered, and he had taken another heavy blow to the temple. Now he lay on the ground, only able to twitch.

Lu Chen stood in front of him, his chest rising and falling slightly.

First time killing someone.

He thought he would be scared, vomit, and feel weak in the limbs.

But when the moment actually arrived, all that remained in his heart was a chill.

Because they deserved to die!

Zhao Sihou lay on the ground, his eyes fixed on Lu Chen, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something harsh.

But he couldn't make a sound.

Only blood foam slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth.