Heavenly Dragon Doctor Son-in-Law

Chapter 278 278: Thunder Strike!

Aren't masters like this supposed to only exist in martial arts movies? How is one standing right in front of us?

"Tiger, we can't beat him! Should we retreat?" one of the burly thugs asked, gritting his teeth as he looked at the bald leader with a worried expression.

"Retreat? What retreat! Get him, for fuck's sake!" the bald man ordered again.

At his command, the remaining forty or so men pulled Wolf Fang Clubs from their nearby cars. The clubs were half a meter long and covered in protruding spikes, looking utterly intimidating. A blow from one of them would mean either death or serious injury.

The bald man himself grabbed a Wolf Fang Club that was over a meter long and charged viciously at Qin Long.

"You're just a cripple! I refuse to believe that over seventy of us can't take you down!" he roared. "Aim for his damn leg!"

With another furious shout, the bald man scraped his Wolf Fang Club along the ground, sending a shower of crackling sparks into the air. The sight of nearly forty men brandishing their spiked clubs as they charged violently toward Qin Long was terrifying.

The middle-aged man was so scared he dove back inside the car. Even the young woman in the back seat turned pale with fright and screamed.

WHOOSH!

More than forty Wolf Fang Clubs swung down on Qin Long in a powerful arc.

A cold smirk touched the corner of Qin Long's mouth. With a sudden blur of motion, he shot out a hand, grabbed one of the thug's wrists, and tossed him aside. The man's body was flung through the air like a sandbag. With a sharp tug, Qin Long ripped the Wolf Fang Club from the man's grasp, using the man's momentum and the weapon to knock down seven or eight of the other charging thugs.

It happened in the blink of an eye. They couldn't even clearly see his movements.

BANG!

Qin Long instantly swung the captured Wolf Fang Club, meeting the wave of incoming weapons head-on. The sheer Qi Force from his swing caused the branches of the nearby trees to tremble violently.

CRACK!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

A deafening series of crashes echoed as the clubs collided.

"Aaargh!"

"My hand's broken!"

In that single clash, a dozen thugs had their Wolf Fang Clubs shattered and ripped from their grasps. The others stared at Qin Long, their faces masks of pure horror. The impact had sent a shockwave through their bodies, making their blood roil and their organs feel as if they'd been violently rearranged. It felt like they had slammed their weapons against a solid boulder. Their palms were torn open, with blood trickling from the wounds. Pale as ghosts, their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

In stark contrast, Qin Long stood completely calm, playfully twirling the Wolf Fang Club in his hand. He was entirely unscathed. He had single-handedly faced an attack from forty men. Not only was he uninjured, but he had also broken the hands and weapons of a dozen of them.

This cripple's strength is just terrifying!

Moreover, they hadn't even been able to see his counterattack clearly. It felt like he was just toying with them, not even trying.

"What the hell are you? Are you even human?" the bald leader growled furiously, wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth. There were over seventy of them; they should have been the ones pinning Qin Long to the ground and beating him to a pulp. Instead, this completely unexpected turn of events had occurred. One man had fought them all and emerged completely unharmed.

"Damn it! Again!" the bald man roared, clenching his fist at his remaining men.

The remaining thirty thugs regrouped and charged at Qin Long once more.

"You're courting death," Qin Long sneered. He swung the Wolf Fang Club in a defensive arc, effortlessly neutralizing the force of their combined attack.

This time, however, he didn't hold back. He followed up with a single punch that sent more than twenty men flying. They were scattered in all directions, like Heavenly Maidens Scattering Flowers.

"Oh my god!" the young woman in the back seat cried out again in shock. She never would have dreamed that the cripple she had been cursing just moments ago was this powerful.

Even the middle-aged man was rubbing his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing. But no matter how incredible it seemed, it was all happening right in front of them.

Of the once arrogant thugs, more than sixty now lay on the ground, groaning in pain. The last four or five stood frozen in place, completely dumbfounded.

The bald leader was cursing silently in his heart, a wave of regret washing over him. This cripple's abilities are on another level. Any other cripple who knew a bit of kung fu would have been fucking beaten down by now. Yet here they were, over seventy men, being handled by him alone as if they were children.

"Come on, let's keep sparring," Qin Long said, shouldering the Wolf Fang Club. He licked his lips and beckoned to the bald man with a playful, taunting expression.

"Are you on drugs?" the bald leader snapped impatiently.

"Years ago, I could seize an enemy general from an army of thousands as easily as reaching into my own pocket. Do you really think you're fit to teach me a lesson?" Qin Long retorted. Leaning on his crutch with one hand and holding the Wolf Fang Club with the other, he began to walk slowly toward them.

"Don't come any closer!" the bald leader and the remaining thugs stammered, shuffling backward with expressions of deep apprehension. They were genuinely terrified.

"Oh, what a shame. I was just starting to warm up, and you're already done," Qin Long said with a faint smile, a trace of contempt on his lips.

The bald man, Tiger, clenched his fists, feeling deeply wronged. He was a good fighter himself, but he had never encountered a situation like this. If word got out that over seventy of his men had been thrashed by a single person, no one would believe it.

"How about this? I'll only use my right hand," Qin Long offered. He planted his crutch firmly in the ground and swung the Wolf Fang Club with his right hand. "You, the bald one. Let's you and I have a round."

He looked at the bald man with utter disdain.

"I…!" The bald man sputtered, wanting to lash out in anger, but he felt utterly helpless. This cripple had snatched a weapon with unbelievable speed just moments ago. If he went up against him, wouldn't he be beaten to death? The bald man's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed his pride and held back.

"Seriously? You guys call yourselves thugs? Scram! You're a disgrace!" Qin Long threw the Wolf Fang Club to the ground, picked up his crutch, and turned to get back in the car.

Just as the thugs were breathing a collective sigh of relief, Qin Long slowly turned his head, his expression now deadly serious. "Tell Wang Ming to prepare a coffin. I will personally be sending him on his way."

The bald leader's back was already soaked in cold sweat. He stood frozen on the spot, utterly dumbstruck.

"Sir, let's go," Qin Long said, nudging the middle-aged man, who finally snapped out of his daze.

"Right, young man, here, let me help you…" The middle-aged man's heart was now filled with immense admiration for Qin Long. This young man might have a physical disability, but he was certainly no ordinary person.

"Thank you, sir," Qin Long replied with a smile.

Seeing this, the young woman in the back seat looked ashamed and leaned forward to help. "Um, before… I didn't realize…" she stammered. "Anyway, I apologize for my rudeness earlier." She proactively placed her own backrest pillow behind Qin Long, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"It's nothing," Qin Long said with a casual wave, paying her no mind.

"Oh…" Seeing that Qin Long didn't want to talk to her, she quietly took his crutch and placed it on the floor beneath the back seat.

The car started, and the surrounding thugs wisely parted to let them pass. Soon, they had left the terrifying alley behind.

After they were on their way, the young woman immediately expressed her gratitude again. If it weren't for Qin Long's intervention, she would have been like a sheep in a tiger's den, and her innocence would have surely been lost.

"Alright, you can just stop at the Jiangzhong Bridge up ahead," Qin Long called out.