roccoschili Chapter 640 An Unexpected Incident...
Chapter 640 An Unexpected Incident...
Yingdie's figure was like a curved sword suddenly drawn from its sheath in the dark night.
His hand holding the short stick was as steady as a rock.
When she was three meters away from the scarred man, she suddenly ducked and slid.
The short stick, with a sharp whistling sound as it cuts through the air, aims straight for the opponent's lower body.
The scarred man had just stood up, but his reaction was extremely fast. His dagger drew a cold arc in the firelight and narrowly struck the middle of the short stick.
With a crisp clang, Yingdie's wrist went numb.
Using the momentum, he twisted his body and kicked, his heel grazing the scarred man's ear.
The strong wind stirred up the stray hairs on his forehead.
"That woman is quite efficient!"
The scarred man grinned maliciously and jumped back half a step, holding the dagger horizontally in front of his chest.
"It's a pity I have to rot here with your pretty face today!"
The scar on his left cheek twisted into a centipede shape in the embers of the dying fire, making him appear even more ferocious as he spoke.
Yingdie didn't reply. Suddenly, the short stick changed its stance, striking the wrist of the opponent holding the dagger like a snake spitting its tongue.
Her footwork was tricky and unpredictable, with each step placed precisely during the gaps in her opponent's weight shifts.
This forced the scarred man to retreat repeatedly.
On the other side, Meng Chuan was surrounded by four assassins.
The half-steel bar in his hand was about two feet long, with dark red rust clinging to the broken end, making a creaking sound as he gripped it.
The first one to rush forward was a tall, thin man, who was also clutching a rusty piece of rebar in his hand.
It was aimed straight at Meng Chuan's face.
Instead of retreating, Meng Chuan advanced, his left arm forcefully deflecting the steel pipe, the steel bar carrying his full force as it slammed into the opponent's ribs.
A "crack" sound rang out, mixed with screams. The tall, thin man curled up on the ground like a bird with broken wings, the blood foaming from his mouth in the firelight.
However, this attack also exposed an opening for Meng Chuan, and a bald assassin on the right took the opportunity to pounce on him.
One of the men tightly gripped Meng Chuan's neck with his arm, while the other, a short, fat man, held a dagger and lunged at his side.
"Go away!"
Meng Chuan let out a low, beast-like growl.
He grabbed the bald man's wrist with his left hand and twisted it hard. At the same time, using the other man's body as cover, he bent his right knee and slammed it into the short, fat man's groin.
The bald man let out a heart-wrenching scream of pain, his arm instantly losing its grip. Meng Chuan took the opportunity to push him forward, which resulted in him hitting the short, fat man's dagger—the sharp blade pierced the bald man's lower back, and the two of them immediately rolled into a heap.
Seeing this, the last remaining bearded assassin grabbed a pistol from the ground and smashed it into the back of Meng Chuan's head.
Meng Chuan suddenly looked down, the gun barrel grazing his scalp before hitting the steel bars and sparking.
He turned around using the momentum of his head being lowered, and the steel bar swept across like a whip, striking the bearded man's knee.
The other person fell to his knees with a "thud," and before he could even raise his head, Meng Chuan stepped on his chest, and a steel bar pierced straight into his eye socket.
In just over ten seconds, three of the four assassins were gone.
However, Meng Chuan's left shoulder was also slashed open with a deep gash that exposed the bone, and blood flowed down his arm and into his sleeve.
Meng Chuan, panting heavily, glanced around and suddenly caught a glimpse of the perilous situation Ying Die was in.
This scarred man's strength is actually above Shadow Butterfly's.
At this moment, Yingdie was actually at a disadvantage against him alone.
"You son of a bitch! You hit my woman, I'll fuck you to death!!"
Meng Chuan roared and threw the steel bar in his hand.
Meng Chuan rarely swears.
But seeing Yingdie beaten so badly, Meng Chuan's anger reached its peak.
The steel bar spun in the air and struck the scarred man's left shoulder.
The scarred man paused for a moment, and Yingdie seized the opportunity to spin around, her body almost leaping into the air.
Her legs were planted straight on the scarred man's chest.
He was kicked so hard that he stumbled back several steps.
Yingdie also took the opportunity to distance herself from him.
"court death!"
The scarred man clutched his shoulder, his eyes filled with a ferocious look as if he wanted to devour someone.
He suddenly ripped open his shirt, revealing his explosively muscular body.
He ran wildly towards Meng Chuan.
"You think I'm afraid of you? You inner demon!"
He roared, and his whole demeanor changed.
Meng Chuan hasn't entered a state of inner demons for a long time.
At this moment, Meng Chuan felt no fear at all, like a cold machine.
The two then began to fight bare-handed.
That was a real, brutal fight, hand-to-hand combat.
Although Meng Chuan's body is significantly smaller than that of the scarred man, a typical foreign muscular man.
But it was as if there was no pain in front of me.
Moreover, his strength is in no way inferior to that of the scarred man.
This is the sense of power that comes with Meng Chuan's mastery of Qi cultivation.
The crackling and popping sounds were incessant.
This made Nguyen Thang Nam, who was holding a gun in the distance, extremely anxious.
Because she simply couldn't find an opportunity to fire.
I'm afraid of accidentally hurting Meng Chuan.
"Young Master, catch!"
Suddenly, Yingdie, who was half-lying on the ground, seized the opportunity and threw the short stick in her hand.
Meng Chuan almost instinctively turned around and grabbed the short stick that was thrown at him.
Using the momentum of her spinning body, she slammed her head down heavily on the head of the oncoming scarred man.
If that hit really hard...
The scarred man is bound to be smashed like a watermelon.
But in that critical moment, the scarred man almost instinctively raised his arms and crossed them over his head to protect himself.
Click!
What bone could possibly be a match for a short stick made of aerospace materials?
The scarred man's forearms were broken.
He didn't even have time to scream.
Meng Chuan's second stick was already smashing down on his head.
"what!"
The scarred man let out a scream.
Blood spurted from his head.
This scene was quite horrifying.
However, Meng Chuan, who was still in a state of inner demons, remained expressionless.
He raised the short stick in his hand again.
The scarred man backed away in fear.
However, his arms were already out of his control at this point.
My head feels dizzy and lightheaded.
There's simply no way to avoid it.
The stick on the ground knocked him to the ground.
Meng Chuan, however, did not stop.
With a cold, gloomy face, he rode on top of the scarred man.
The short stick in his hand was devoid of any emotion.
One blow after another, relentlessly striking.
Fresh blood had already stained Meng Chuan's entire body.
At this moment, only those who are truly there can feel how terrifying Meng Chuan is.
That kind of coldness that doesn't even blink.
It sends chills down your spine.
The bull was standing behind the Lincoln.
She stared at Meng Chuan, her face deathly pale.
He had always thought that Meng Chuan was just a guy who used his status as the young master of the Green Gang to bully others.
But now he realizes just how wrong he was.
This young man from the East exuded a chilling aura.
Ruan Shengnan's hand holding the gun trembled slightly.
Having lived in the US for so long, she's witnessed plenty of gunfights.
But I have never seen such a bizarre and thrilling scene.
At this moment, Meng Chuan gave off an aura that kept strangers at bay.
But for some reason, she felt an unprecedented admiration and... a strange flutter in her heart for the man in front of her.
However, just as Ruan Shengnan was looking at Meng Chuan, who was still smashing things, with a lot of thoughts on her mind.
An accident happened.
The bull beside her, wounded by a gunshot, suddenly lunged and snatched the gun from her hand.
Amid Ruan Shengnan's exclamation.
The dark muzzle of a gun was already pressed against her forehead...