When I first entered high school, the system insisted that I was destined to be an emperor in my lat

At this moment, seven or eight other gang members also surrounded them, each carrying a machete.

Jiang Feng flicked the blood off his wrist, looked at Bai Hu, and said in a cold voice, "I'll deal with this guy."

Lu Zhantian lowered his sword and nodded indifferently: "I'll hold off the other bastards for you."

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, the blue bricks beneath Jiang Feng's feet shattered inch by inch, and he was propelled forward like a cannonball.

The Burning Heaven Emperor Scripture circulated wildly within his body, causing his blood and qi to surge, and his bones to emit a series of cracking sounds.

Upon seeing this, the white wolf grinned a cruel, sinister smile.

"You dare to charge at my face with your bare hands?"

"court death!"

He didn't take this kid, who looked like he wasn't even an adult yet, seriously at all.

With a roar, Baihu clenched his muscles and swung his hundred-pound spiked club down at Jiang Feng's head!

However, a chilling scene unfolded.

Jiang Feng made no attempt to dodge and charged straight at the spiked club.

"clang!"

A sickeningly loud clang rang out.

Baihu felt a violent tremor in his tiger's mouth, and almost lost his grip on the handle of the stick.

"What?!"

He was horrified to discover that the spikes of the mace, which were powerful enough to smash through steel plates, had only left a few shallow white marks on the other person's skin!

"snort!"

Jiang Feng snorted coldly.

How could ordinary iron possibly harm a body that has been tempered and cultivated to the point of near perfection of the Glazed Bone Body?

The white tiger was terrified, its eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

"This kid... is a body cultivator?!"

"How is that possible? She's so thin!"

But Jiang Feng wouldn't give him time to react.

High-grade martial arts skill for generals—

【Mountain-Running Fist】!

His body was like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, his fists like a raging bull charging into battle, unstoppable!

Jiang Feng suddenly threw out his right fist, the powerful force compressing the air and producing a sharp sonic boom.

Alarm bells rang in Baihu's mind, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped his entire body, but the speed of that fist was simply too fast, leaving no way to dodge it.

"Bang!"

The iron fist slammed hard into the white tiger's face without any fancy moves.

"Pfft!"

A dozen or so teeth, along with broken nasal bone and thick blood, spurted out.

"ah!!!"

With a scream, the white tiger flew backward, its feet leaving the ground, and crashed heavily to the ground with a loud thud.

"Who...who are you?!"

Half of his face collapsed, and he lay limp on the ground, staring at the boy who was walking slowly towards him, his eyes filled with fear.

Jiang Feng's eyes remained calm and still as he stepped forward and delivered another punch, aimed directly at his opponent's heart.

"No!"

The white tiger let out a desperate howl before its death.

"stop!!!"

Just now.

A furious roar suddenly erupted from the backyard, and a violent, oppressive aura of blood swept over.

However, Jiang Feng's fist did not pause for even the slightest moment.

"Snap!"

The sternum was fractured, and the heart ruptured.

The white tiger's eyes rolled back, and it died instantly.

"Damn scum!"

"I will tear you to pieces!"

Black Tiger, like an enraged tiger, leaped out of the backyard with a roar.

He was enveloped in thick, black blood energy, and held a tiger-slaying broadsword in his hand, its blade gleaming with a cold light.

The henchman beside Jiang Feng screamed, pointing at him as if he'd seen a ghost, "Boss! It's him! It's him! The Mad Tiger Deputy Boss died at his hands!"

"What?!"

Black Tiger's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes burning with rage.

His two most trusted generals had both fallen at the hands of the same person!

"I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"

"call!"

Black Tiger gripped the sword with both hands, a fierce wind arose, and immense blood and energy flowed into the blade as he slashed fiercely at Jiang Feng.

The river wind did not resist.

Black Tiger's martial arts realm has reached the peak of the third rank, so taking it head-on would be unwise.

His foot slipped unexpectedly, and he decisively dodged.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The flashing blades, like bolts of lightning, crisscrossed the courtyard.

The two exchanged more than ten blows in an instant.

Relying on his physical reflexes and agile movements, Jiang Feng managed to hold his own against the onslaught of sword strikes with his bare hands.

Even a slight graze of the fist against the back of the blade could send Black Tiger's arm tingling.

The more Black Tiger fought, the more turbulent his heart became.

Who exactly is this kid?!

How could someone at the third rank, eighth star level possess such terrifying power!

"Kid, go to hell and see the King of Hell!"

Black Tiger, having failed to gain the upper hand after a prolonged attack, ran out of patience, suddenly widened the distance, and roared angrily.

"Go and scout ahead!"

Jiang Feng retaliated with a cold shout, his figure pressing forward once again like a shadow.

Black Tiger's face contorted with madness as he swung his broadsword wildly, seemingly sucking away the surrounding air and creating a black vortex that annihilated everything.

High-grade martial arts skill for generals—

[Black Fiend's Deadly Slash]!

"Hahaha! I've already mastered the Black Fiend Fatal Strike to a state of complete mastery!"

"Even if a fourth-grade Grandmaster stood here, I wouldn't be afraid!"

Black Tiger laughed wildly, and the flashing blades enveloped Jiang Feng like a net from heaven and earth.

Faced with this seemingly perfect and deadly attack, Jiang Feng remained unusually calm.

"That's all there is to it!"

His body moved like a fish through the gaps in the blades, avoiding their sharp edges.

Just as Black Tiger changed his moves, Jiang Feng delivered a short punch to the back of the broadsword.

"clang!"

The immense recoil caused Black Tiger Blade to veer off course, leaving his center wide open.

Although Jiang Feng's hand was also scratched by the blade energy, leaving deep, bone-revealing bloodstains, he didn't even flinch. Instead, he decisively seized the opportunity to kill with one blow!

"Burning Heaven Flame Fist!"

With a roar, a blazing crimson phantom suddenly rose from his right fist, scorching and distorting the air itself.

The fiery fist, carrying the power to scorch mountains and boil seas, hurtled relentlessly towards Black Tiger's abdomen.

That place is the lifeline of martial artists!

Dantian!

"No!!!"

Black Tiger let out a terrified scream.

"Bang!!!"

He slammed his fist down hard.

Immediately afterwards, the suppressed Heaven-Burning Flame erupted wildly within his body, rushing straight to his dantian with overwhelming force!

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of dantian shattering suddenly rang out.

"boom!!!"

Black Tiger was sent flying more than ten meters away, crashing heavily into the wall.

"No……"

"My dantian..."

"You actually destroyed my dantian!!!"

He clutched his stomach, his face filled with disbelief and terror, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

Decades of arduous cultivation vanished in an instant.

This is more painful for him than killing him!

until now.

He didn't even know who this guy in front of him was!

"Sir...sir!"

"are you still there?"

"Help...help me!"

Driven by a strong will to survive, he crawled on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood, trying to escape to the backyard.

"Bang!"

Jiang Feng stomped hard on the back of his head.