Madman!

Chapter 107: Hitting an Iron Plate

After killing three men, Chen Wujun glanced toward his master, Zhou Qing, only to find that the older man had already vanished.

No wonder these people were all charging straight at him.

Still, knowing his master was nearby gave him a sense of confidence.

Surely, the master wouldn't just stand by and watch him get hacked to death.

He turned his gaze toward Nguyen Van Son and offered a ferocious grin.

"Luoyue people? If my senior sister hadn't told me to lay low recently, I would have come knocking on your door to beat you to death long ago!"

Nguyen Van Son spoke with bone-deep hatred. "I'll let you die knowing why. I am Nguyen Van Son. The man you killed in the hospital was one of mine!"

As he spoke, the remaining Luoyue fighters closed in on Chen Wujun. The ones closest unleashed a flurry of hacks and slashes, their blades weaving a deadly net.

Chen Wujun slid his feet, gliding across the floor. The sickle in his hand moved in a blur—hooking, snagging, chopping, and slicing.

He darted past them, first hooking their blades, then following up with his sickle to slit a throat or stab a kidney from behind.Despite his bulk, his footwork was anything but clumsy; in fact, he was remarkably agile.

His arms were long, and his strength was immense.

Within moments, three more Luoyue fighters had fallen. Chen Wujun burst out of the encirclement, his mind racing, 'These Luoyue fighters use a circular, yielding force with their blades. The moment they touch my weapon, they try to neutralize my strength.'

'But the disparity in power is too great. Even without using Dragon Force, my punch carries nearly seven hundred and fifty kilograms of force. Theirs is at most three hundred to three hundred and fifty. Clashing with me is like a child trying to fight an adult—a mantis trying to stop a chariot!'

Chen Wujun sprinted several meters and leaped over a sand pit, using the terrain to prevent them from surrounding him on all sides.

He sneered at Nguyen Van Son. "You sent people to assassinate me, and now you're losing your mind because they got killed? Was that one your mistress? If I'd known, I would have sold him to a brothel!"

The words struck a nerve. Nguyen Van Son's fingers trembled with rage, his glare threatening to flay Chen Wujun alive. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Are you all idiots? Go get the long weapons from over there!"

He had spotted a weapon rack stocked with plenty of polearms.

Spears, glaives, and hook sickles were all available.

As the saying goes, "An inch longer is an inch stronger." If these men armed themselves with long weapons, even if they just thrust blindly with spears, Chen Wujun would be hard-pressed to defend himself.

A few Luoyue fighters kept their eyes on Chen Wujun, while the others sprinted to retrieve the weapons.

Then, with a whoosh, they watched helplessly as the weapon rack flew into the air.

Startled, everyone looked up.

The warehouse was six or seven meters high with exposed steel beams. Standing on one of these beams was a man in his fifties or sixties.

With a wave of his hand, he grabbed the weapon rack and set it down on the beam.

Nguyen Van Son felt a bone-chilling cold wash over him. He was scared out of his wits, his soul nearly leaving his body.

When he had entered, he had kept his eyes on Chen Wujun, but his peripheral vision had swept the entire warehouse, including the ceiling.

He was a Qi Refining expert and a veteran of the gang world who had survived countless life-and-death battles. His senses were sharp. Yet, he hadn't noticed there was someone up there.

And that move—grabbing the air and making the weapon rack fly up—what kind of kung fu was that?

That wasn't just martial arts anymore.

Nguyen Van Son suddenly realized he had kicked an iron plate.

The Lidong people had set him up. This was a goddamn trap!

The other Luoyue fighters stood there, dumbstruck as wooden chickens, unsure of what to do.

Zhou Qing reached out his hand, and everyone suddenly felt a massive force pull at their weapons. Unable to maintain their grip, their blades flew out of their hands.

Nguyen Van Son spun around and yanked on the main door, but it wouldn't budge, as if it had been welded shut.

He could have ripped open a welded door, yet this one remained immovably sealed.

He had originally closed the door to prevent Chen Wujun from escaping, but now he had trapped himself and his men inside.

Nguyen Van Son felt his blood run cold. He fell to his knees with a thud. "Senior, I swear to the heavens, I will never trouble him again!"

"If you can kill him, you may leave," Zhou Qing said expressionlessly from the beam.

"If you can't, you die here."

Chen Wujun’s sickle had been pulled away as well. He rolled his shoulders and flashed a savage grin.

It felt incredibly satisfying to have his master backing him up.

Hearing this, Nguyen Van Son knew there was no room for negotiation. A cruel, vicious light flared in his eyes as he leaped up from the ground.

"I was blind to not see an expert like you. But if you think I'll let him use us for punching practice, keep dreaming! I'd rather bash my own brains out!"

"I told you, if you can kill him, you can go. I won't help him. I have no reason to lie to you," Zhou Qing said indifferently.

He didn't seem to care about human life in the slightest.

Nguyen Van Son sneered. Taking their weapons—wasn't that helping him?

But now they had no way out. And honestly, he wasn't willing to just commit suicide.

He knew he couldn't survive this, so he resolved to take Chen Wujun down with him.

Nguyen Van Son gritted his teeth and roared at his men, "Get him! Kill him! Or else we all die here!"

These subordinates were his elites, men who were no strangers to bloodshed. Despite the sudden turn of events, they regained their composure, glanced at Zhou Qing on the beam, and then fixed their eyes on Chen Wujun.

They swarmed toward Chen Wujun.

Chen Wujun focused, circulating his blood and energy. His body seemed to expand, his muscles coiling like giant pythons. Two mounds of muscle on his back bulged high like folded wings. He assumed the stance of the Master's Three Arching Hands, extending his clasped fists forward while sinking his shoulders and elbows.

A Luoyue fighter pushed off the ground and lunged at Chen Wujun, his index fingers hooked like claws as he launched a flurry of strikes.

This move, "Piercing the Clouds," was the Mantis form of the Qi Observation Way.

Centuries ago, the Luoyue people had learned the Five Plums Fist from Zen Master Huayan. Blending it with their own qi observation techniques, they created the Qi Observation Way, now one of their most important martial arts schools.

Chen Wujun ignored the rapid feints of his opponent, his master's words echoing in his mind.

'You fight your way, I fight mine.'

His right foot, originally positioned back, shot forward with lightning speed. His hands traced an upward arc and blasted out like a cannon shot.

As his hands thrust outward, the upward arc sealed off the opponent's line of attack, seizing the center line with the ferocious power of a firing cannon.

He smashed right through the fighter's guard and landed a solid blow on his chest.

Crack!

With the sickening sound of breaking bone, the Luoyue fighter was sent flying, landing on the ground motionless, his fate unknown.

Almost at the same instant Chen Wujun hammered his opponent away, a tiger claw struck from behind, aiming for his waist. The five fingers were like steel drills, capable of easily tearing through skin and muscle.

This was exactly how Chen Wujun had killed Li Zhijun—thrusting a hand into the lower back and crushing the kidneys.

But after launching his target into the air, Chen Wujun shuffled his feet and shot forward. The tiger claw raked across his waist, but the attacker felt only a surface as hard as steel.

The claw, capable of tearing through flesh, left nothing but a few white marks on Chen Wujun’s waist.

As he stepped forward, Chen Wujun spun around and brought his arm down in a whip strike. Like a steel lash, it whistled through the air, aiming straight for the attacker's forehead.

The man raised both hands to block, his tiger claws latching onto Chen Wujun's arm in an attempt to lock it down.

However, what he had grabbed was more like an iron bar. His fingers scraped white streaks across Chen Wujun's arm, emitting a tooth-aching screech of friction.

Chen Wujun flexed and twisted his arm muscles, instantly jolting the man's hands loose and snapping two of his fingernails.

The whip strike, barely hindered, crashed onto his forehead.

Thud!

Blood burst from the Luoyue fighter's eyes, nose, and ears as he collapsed to the ground.

Chen Wujun swept his gaze around. Enemies were circling the sand pit to surround him from both front and back. His feet slid rhythmically across the floor, as if wading through sand, and he once again assumed the Master's Three Arching Hands stance.

A Luoyue fighter in front, hands formed into tiger claws, saw Chen Wujun's stance and immediately braced himself.

Chen Wujun stepped in, blasting his fists forward like cannonballs. The opponent immediately slapped his tiger claws down onto Chen Wujun's fists, managing to press them downward. The man paused, surprised.

Anyone could see Chen Wujun possessed immense strength, and the Three Arching Hands stance was known for its solid, rounded structure. He had intended to borrow the force of the blow to retreat, but he hadn't expected to suppress the attack so easily.

However, Chen Wujun's hands merely traced a downward arc, using the momentum to blast upward with even greater speed and ferocity.

Before the man could even react, the arching hammer strike smashed into his chest, shattering untold numbers of ribs.

Watching this scene, the other Luoyue fighters felt a chill run through their hearts.

Chen Wujun possessed monstrous strength and invulnerable Horizontal Training Kung Fu. His attacks were incredibly ferocious; a single punch was enough to kill.

With weapons, they might have been able to hurt him.

But now that their weapons were gone, they were helpless against him.

Many of them instinctively turned to look at Nguyen Van Son.

"If we don't kill him, we're all dead! Get him!" Nguyen Van Son gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on Chen Wujun's movements.

They had truly kicked an iron plate this time. A grandmaster was watching from above—undoubtedly the kid's teacher.

It was obvious the man was using them as training dummies for his student.

But with nowhere to run, they were out of options.

Their only chance was to study Chen Wujun's movements, find a weakness, and take him down with them, even if it meant death.

The other Luoyue fighters swarmed in, but Chen Wujun shifted constantly, ensuring he only faced one opponent at a time. He used only a single technique: the newly learned Master's Three Arching Hands.

The more he used it, the more he appreciated its brilliance.

His Dragon Force was naturally explosive. In a one-on-one exchange, the technique not only attacked but also sealed off the opponent's avenue of assault, while the cannon hammer power was devastating.

They couldn't hit him, yet they couldn't withstand a single blow from him.

And even if they managed to block the first, they couldn't stop the second, which came faster and harder.

Even against those with good footwork, his own agility was no slouch.

The warehouse echoed with the dull thuds of flesh on flesh and the crisp cracking of bone.

Within moments, the remaining Luoyue fighters were all lying on the ground.

Chen Wujun, however, had only broken a light sweat. His body bore a few more white marks, particularly on his arms and fists.

"Are you bunch of women? Why do you love scratching so much?" Chen Wujun shook out his arm and turned to Nguyen Van Son, who had been standing there the whole time, and scoffed.

Nguyen Van Son looked up at Zhou Qing with a face full of reluctance. If not for this old man, today would have ended very differently.

"What kind of kung fu was that just now?" Nguyen Van Son asked bitterly.

"If you ever reach the Magnetic Field Level, you'll understand naturally," Zhou Qing said lightly.

"Magnetic Field Level... Magnetic Field Level..." Nguyen Van Son muttered the words, then let out a miserable laugh.

Shark Jiu and this kid's master were actually Magnetic Field Level experts!

That was enough to sweep through every gang in North Port.

And he had led his men straight into them.

"I'm done for today..." Nguyen Van Son ripped off his shirt, revealing a torso of rock-hard muscle. He stared at Chen Wujun with venomous eyes.

"But even if I die, I'm taking you with me."