You promised steampunk martial arts, but you've got an internal combustion engine in your chest

The iron fist was still in mid-air when a terrifying shockwave slammed into Baili Jing's face.

The wind was like a knife, violently deforming his face, almost tearing it off.

The most terrifying thing was that the fierce punch blocked all directions, compressing the air around him and forming an invisible wall that held his body in place.

The punch wasn't particularly fast, but Baili Jing was horrified to find that he couldn't move.

He tried to hide, but under that terrifying pressure, all the muscles in his body became uncontrollably stiff and tense!

In that instant, Baili Jing seemed to see his head being smashed to pieces by that heavy steel fist, with red and white blood splattering everywhere.

Fortunately, he had just swallowed a large piece of demon beast flesh.

Rumble!

The internal furnace of flesh and blood was running wildly, and massive amounts of energy filled the whole body like a volcanic eruption!

Baili Jing clenched his teeth, frantically squeezing out the hot fluid in his abdomen.

He had never learned any martial arts techniques or boxing methods, let alone how to defend himself.

As a laborer who had carried heavy loads at the docks for three years, Baili Jing's most familiar action in his life was carrying heavy objects.

Power originates from the earth!

Without any hesitation, he followed his instincts and suddenly squatted down.

boom!boom!

Under the force of that squat, his two cloth shoes couldn't withstand the immense pressure and burst open on the spot!

Streams of white steam billowed from the pores of his legs, and countless cracks appeared on the bluestone ground.

In that instant, the heavy fist was only five inches away from the top of his head.

The next second, the power is channeled into the waist!

Baili Jing let out a low roar, his spine straightened abruptly, and all the force surged wildly upwards from the soles of his feet and waist!

Three inches!

The iron fist had arrived, and the continuous red copper valves magnified infinitely before Baili Jing's eyes.

The scorching steam and the force of the blows made his face contort and his skin even faintly emit a burnt smell, so strong that he couldn't even open his eyes.

At this critical moment between life and death, Baili Jing suddenly raised his head, crossed his arms, and at that moment, every muscle in his body became completely connected!

The ultimate mover: carrying huge bags!

He poured all his strength into his shoulders, back, and arms, and frantically pushed upwards towards the giant fist!

when!!!!

Flesh and steel collided head-on, producing a deafening roar!

The moment his arms made contact with that heavy iron fist, Baili Jing felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

An unimaginable, violent force pressed down on his arms, almost breaking the bones in them, and the scalding steam scorched the skin and flesh of his forearms black.

"Waaaah... Get up!!"

Baili Jing's eyes bulged out as he roared!

At this moment, the blood and qi within his body burned wildly, like a raging fire doused with tung oil, flowing upwards along the meridians! His internal organs were spasming violently, and his flesh and blood were squeezed to the extreme, transforming into a violent force!

One millimeter, one centimeter, one inch!

The giant fist was actually lifted up bit by bit by Baili Jing's pure flesh and blood resistance, deviating from its original trajectory!

The iron fist ultimately failed to hit his head.

boom!

With a piercing whooshing sound, a fist grazed Baili Jing's scalp and arm, striking him hard.

The terrifying force ripped apart a large patch of flesh from his arms and cheeks in an instant, and blood rained down.

After his attack missed, the giant Miao Han couldn't stop himself. Like a cannonball, he flew over Baili Jing's head and crashed into the crowd of the Cao Gang behind him.

Bang! Rumble!

The screams were continuous.

Miao Han smashed the ribs of more than a dozen unlucky black-clad disciples on the spot, causing them to spurt blood and plow a bloody furrow in the ground.

"Oh my god! Back off! Back off!!"

The hundreds of gangsters were immediately terrified and retreated like a tide, leaving a huge circle empty in the center of the arena.

"Huff... huff..."

After pushing away the punch, Baili Jing swayed, his face turned deathly pale, and he collapsed.

The piece of monster meat he had just eaten was instantly consumed, his once plump muscles began to shrivel again, and his arms began to tremble uncontrollably.

He dared not delay for a moment, and hurriedly tore off another large piece of monster meat from his waist, stuffed it haphazardly into his mouth, and chewed and swallowed it.

While eating vigorously, Baili Jing turned around in shock.

Amidst the wailing of the Cao Gang disciples, the tall, black-haired giant Miao Han slowly stood up.

He casually brushed the dirt off his clothes, cracked his neck, then turned his head to look at Baili Jing, whose face was covered in blood, a sinister smile spreading across his lips:

"Kid, you've got some skills, managing to lift my fist."

Miao Han slowly moved his right arm and smiled:

"Judging by your strength, you're roughly at the fifth or sixth level of the Forging Realm, but no other steam cultivator at this level could fight for this long... Just what are you?"

Baili Jing remained silent, simply stuffing raw meat into his mouth and frantically digesting it.

A few hours ago, he exchanged a few moves with Constable Lin. At that time, he knew that he could not defeat such a well-trained master and that he could only rely on his wits and his recklessness.

Now, facing the monster Miao Han, Baili Jing was even more certain that he could never defeat him.

The opponent merely launched a casual attack, yet I had to exhaust all my vital energy to defend against it. In a direct confrontation, I wouldn't even know how I died.

Do we have to outsmart them?

Bai Lijing's heart sank to the bottom.

He glanced around and saw that he was surrounded by a dense crowd of Canal Gang members. In the empty central square of the dock, apart from the broken wooden boxes scattered all over the ground, there was nothing he could use for leverage.

His only weapon was the black iron chain he used to moor the boat.

This thing works well on other people, but on this monster... it's probably no different from tickling it.

How do we break this deadlock?

Miao Han frowned when he saw Baili Jing glancing around aimlessly and ignoring his words.

"Hey kid, what's this? Already thinking about your escape route?"

Miao Han sneered:

"Stop dreaming. You can't escape. Let me tell you the truth, Master Yang has already captured your underling, Baili Jie... If you want to leave, I'll give you a chance, how about it?"

"What did you say?!"

Upon hearing that his younger brother Baili Jie had been arrested, Baili Jing's mind was in turmoil.

But he had awakened his innate wisdom, and his mind was far more mature than that of an average teenager.

"No, the Cao Gang went to great lengths to set up a trap to capture me in order to harvest my organs to save their young master Ding's life. As long as I am still alive, they will not only dare not easily cripple me, but they will also be careful when they harm their younger brother."

After all, if Baili Jing were truly driven to the brink and, in a fit of rage, slit his own throat, then Young Master Ding would have to die with him.

So, don't be fooled by the fact that these bastards have surrounded you with a dense encirclement and swords everywhere. They're actually hesitant to actually kill you because they're afraid of harming you!

However... I need to get away as soon as possible.

If I keep pestering them here until all the monster meat is eaten, I'll truly become a useless person at their mercy, and then it'll be all over.

Baili Jing exhaled, stared at Miao Han, and said coldly, "What chance are you going to give me?"

Seeing how quickly he calmed down, Miao Han's admiration deepened.

He grinned: "It's simple. You just took my first punch head-on, and I'm very satisfied with that."

As the burly man spoke, he held up two fingers:

"I respect the strong. I'll give you a chance to save someone. If you can survive two more of my punches, I'll take you to find your brother. How about it?"

Baili Jing's pupils contracted.

He was somewhat skeptical: "You'd be that kind?"

Miao Han let out a disdainful laugh:

"That spineless old dog, Master Yang, resorts to such despicable tactics as blackmailing the brat. I can't stand by and watch!"

"If you survive two of my punches, I'll let you see your brother. But remember this: even after you see him, I'll still be hunting you down! Whether you can escape the city with your brother is up to you!"

Baili Jing stared into his eyes.

In those savage eyes, besides the cruel killing intent, there was an almost morbid excitement and fanaticism.

This guy... is a martial arts fanatic who lives for the sake of fighting!

"Miao Gongfeng! This...this is absolutely unacceptable! This violates the gang's rules!"

Before Baili Jing could react, a member of the Cao Gang beside him finally couldn't hold back any longer and boldly spoke up to dissuade him:

"If we let the tiger return to the mountain, or if he escapes, and Master Ding blames us, our branch will be in trouble..."

boom!

A sudden, explosive sound rang out.

Miao Han didn't even turn his head. His left arm left a blur in mid-air, and his five fingers, like steel pincers, gripped the disciple's head.

"Who are you to tell me what to do? Rules? My fists are the rules!!"

puff! !

Miao Han exerted force with his five fingers, and before the disciple could even scream, his head was crushed like a watermelon!

Blood splattered everywhere, the headless corpse swayed, and then collapsed limply into the mud.

The surroundings fell into dead silence in an instant.

The hundreds of thugs from the canal gang trembled with fear and took several steps back, their heads bowed low, not daring to breathe.

Miao Han remained expressionless, extended his long tongue, and lightly licked the bloodstains on his hand. He then looked at Baili Jing again and grinned maliciously:

"Hey kid, don't think I'm easygoing. If you don't agree, I'll smash your head into my chest right now."

The giant's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes filled with a neurotic savagery:

"Anyway... Master Ding only wants your internal organs, not your head, right?"

The situation was dire, and Baili Jing had no way out.

Surrounded and with the opponent able to decide life or death with a flick of their wrist, since escape is impossible, the only option is to react to whatever comes their way.

Baili Jing gritted his teeth and swallowed the last bit of monster meat in his mouth.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gleaming frighteningly, and straightened his back, shouting sharply:

"Alright! It's a deal! Two punches it is, come on!!"

"Hahaha! That was satisfying! I'm getting more and more reluctant to kill you!!"

Miao Han burst into wild laughter!

Without making any preparations or giving Baili Jing any time to adjust, he stomped down hard as soon as he finished speaking, shattering the ground beneath his feet!

boom!!

The earthquake trembled.

Miao Han transformed into a raging black shadow once more, his right fist slamming forward with a deafening sonic boom, aiming at Baili Jing again!