Madman!

Chapter 119: Beaten Like a Dog in Four Hammers

"The villa has four levels, including the basement. There's a large living room and bodyguard quarters on the first floor, a smaller living room on the second, and bedrooms on the third..." Chen Zhonghong explained the situation inside while sketching a floor plan of the villa on the ground.

After all, he had already betrayed Nguyen Minh Kim. Since he was selling him out, he might as well do a thorough job of it.

If Nguyen Minh Kim lived, Chen Zhonghong would die a very ugly death.

"Also, there's a small dock by the river in the yard, with a speedboat moored there."

Chen Wujun studied the terrain map Chen Zhonghong had drawn. He was inclined to believe the man was genuinely selling out Nguyen Minh Kim.

"As long as Nguyen Minh Kim is alive, you'll always be under someone's thumb. Only when he's dead can you become the Big Brother. You're gambling for your own future here," Chen Wujun said with profound implication.

This Chen Zhonghong clearly had treason in his bones. To have planted a mole by Nguyen Minh Kim's side... that certainly wasn't something accomplished overnight.

Those words struck straight at Chen Zhonghong's heart.

Chen Zhonghong's eyes shifted slightly.

He might have been a traitor by nature, but he knew the score.Chen Jinyong was crippled now, and after this event, he and Nguyen Phuc Hung would inevitably turn on each other.

Once Nguyen Minh Kim was dead, he wouldn't be able to hold the situation together alone.

The best outcome was to lead the Pingchuan Gang to defect to Nanjin.

"Fa Zai, keep an eye on him!" Chen Wujun ordered.

Instructions given, Chen Wujun leapt. He vaulted up the two-meter high perimeter wall, crouching atop it like a massive hunting cat. One sweep of his gaze took in the entire courtyard; he could clearly see which windows were occupied.

Then, with a swish, he vanished from the wall.

Despite his massive frame, he landed silently, possessing an agility and lightness that seemed to contradict his physical bulk.

Curry and the others placed their hands on the wall and flipped over after him.

Upon landing, Chen Wujun blurred into motion, covering over a dozen meters in an instant. Within moments, he was beside the main villa structure, looking up at the second-floor windows.

During his brief scan earlier, he had spotted someone sitting on a sofa in a room with a large balcony on the second floor. The man was wearing pajamas. That had to be Nguyen Minh Kim.

'Nguyen Minh Kim is at the Harmonization Phase, but I won't know his true strength until we fight.' Chen Wujun felt a flicker of anticipation.

He had only fought two Harmonization Phase experts before. One was Harris, where the gap in strength had been immense; he had relied on environmental constraints and significant effort to kill him.

Even with grease on the iron stake, his battle with Harris had walked the line between life and death. One wrong reaction would have meant his end.

That showed just how formidable Harris was.

Nguyen Van Son, on the other hand, had been much weaker than Harris, and Wujun had forcibly beaten him to death in single combat.

He wondered how Nguyen Minh Kim's strength would compare.

Chen Wujun launched himself upward, scaling the height like a great cat and landing on the second-floor balcony.

Inside, Nguyen Minh Kim was on the sofa, a woman bobbing up and down on his lap.

The instant Chen Wujun landed on the balcony, Nguyen Minh Kim violently shoved the woman aside with his leg and locked his eyes on the intruder.

He saw a young man with a turtle back and crane form straightening up on the balcony.

"A Huayanese?" A sharp light erupted in Nguyen Minh Kim's eyes. He stood, tightening his robe, his expression dark as still water.

His mind raced. Who is this?

Is it that group of Huayanese?

Turtle back, crane form... Fat Nan's intel mentioned this. It's that expert under Shark Jiu, Chen Wujun.

But why come for me? And so quickly?

He only arrived this afternoon, and he's found me by midnight.

Or is this actually a trap?

Nguyen Minh Kim's thoughts spun rapidly, but he couldn't make sense of the situation.

Hearing the noise, the henchmen downstairs sprinted towards the second floor, their hurried footsteps echoing from the stairwell.

"Nguyen Minh Kim!" Chen Wujun pushed open the balcony door and stepped inside. Seeing the white vitiligo patches on the man's face, he knew he had the right target.

Nguyen Minh Kim suddenly darted to the side, reaching for a blade mounted on the wall.

Having a blade in hand versus being empty-handed made a world of difference.

However, out of the corner of his eye, he saw an object appear in the intruder's hand. A chill ran through him; sensing immediate danger, his feet abruptly halted.

Bang!

A bullet whizzed past his side.

If he hadn't stopped, that shot would have blown a hole right through him.

Although Chen Wujun wasn't skilled with guns, his immense physical control allowed him to hit exactly where he pointed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Chen Wujun fired several shots in succession. Nguyen Minh Kim's body shifted and weaved, dodging every single one.

The moment the muzzle pointed his way, he had already moved.

Chen Wujun took a deep breath, circulating his blood and Qi. His body instantly swelled, expanding in size. He tossed the gun aside, stomped his foot, and surged across several meters to appear right in front of Nguyen Minh Kim.

He arched his hands forward, seizing the center line. It was like a gale slamming into a face, the force exploding the very air.

It was like a cannon firing point-blank.

Seeing this Cannon Hammer strike, Nguyen Minh Kim's pupils constricted, his breath hitching in his throat.

'Such a ferocious Cannon Hammer!'

The moment Chen Wujun attacked, Nguyen Minh Kim knew he was facing a master. Moving like a large cat, he lunged toward the blade hanging on the wall, desperate to arm himself.

But Chen Wujun shadowed him relentlessly. His Cannon Hammer hands followed close; if Kim slowed for even a fraction of a second, that strike would shatter his chest.

Realizing he had no chance to grab the blade, Nguyen Minh Kim splayed his fingers, snapping them against the air with sharp cracks.

He threw his arms high and brought them down like great axes.

This was Tiger Form Splitting Force.

Specifically, his five fingers were as hard as refined steel; with this splitting force, he could crush a human skull.

He chopped directly onto Chen Wujun's fists. A massive boom shook the villa.

Both figures shuddered. The floor tiles beneath their feet shattered, sending fragments shooting out like bullets. Both felt the colossal power of their opponent.

'What ferocious Tiger Form Splitting Force! Even with my Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Cover, my hands sting.' Chen Wujun grinned, a surge of battle lust rising from the depths of his heart.

'Let's see whose technique is superior—your Tiger Form or my Cannon Hammer!'

Nguyen Minh Kim felt as though he had clawed a steel plate. He had left faint white lines on the other's skin. 'It's a Huayanese Horizontal Training Kung Fu!'

Nguyen Minh Kim thought to himself, preparing to chop down again. But before he could, his vision blurred. Chen Wujun's fists dipped downward, tracing an arc and blasting out with even greater speed.

"What kind of hellish kung fu is this? Damn it!" Nguyen Minh Kim's heart pounded wildly. He kicked off the ground, retreating backward even faster than before.

Bang!

Nguyen Minh Kim slammed into the wall. He desperately brought his Tiger Form Splitting Force down onto Chen Wujun's fists.

Upon contact, he felt the opponent's fist—faster and fiercer than the last—hit like an artillery shell. His blood and Qi churned violently.

Before he could catch his breath, Chen Wujun's hands traced another arc and struck again.

Faster. Fiercer. It was like a steamroller charging straight at him.

"No! How is he this fast? This strong!" Nguyen Minh Kim's eyes bulged, terror seizing his heart.

The first punch had carried a force of nearly a thousand kilograms. The second was at least eleven or twelve hundred. It battered his internal energy into chaos.

Yet the opponent's strikes came one after another—each hammer faster than the last, each hammer heavier than the one before.

This third punch was the fastest and most ferocious yet.

"Boss!"

At that moment, Nguyen Minh Kim's two bodyguards rushed up the stairs.

The exchange had been too fast. Less than two seconds had passed since the first blow. Chen Wujun had scattered Nguyen Minh Kim's Qi with just two hammers. Even though the bodyguards ran up the moment they heard the noise, they were too late.

Back against the wall, Nguyen Minh Kim struggled to unleash his Tiger Form Splitting Force one more time.

Boom!

The brick wall behind Nguyen Minh Kim crumbled like paper. He was blasted straight through it, his defensive Qi completely dispersed. He couldn't muster a shred of strength.

But Chen Wujun lunged forward, catching up instantly. The fourth fist launched.

"It's over!" Despair filled Nguyen Minh Kim's eyes. Powerless and facing a punch no weaker than the last, he could only cross his arms in front of him.

What style was this? How did he generate such force? How could it be so savage, so overwhelming!

Boom!

Crack!

The remaining brickwork behind Nguyen Minh Kim shattered completely. He was blasted from the villa out into the courtyard. His arms snapped with the impact, and he vomited blood in mid-air.

He smashed through the wall and flew outward, the sickening crisp sound of fracturing bone echoing from his arms.

Chen Wujun pursued him out of the villa, grabbing Nguyen Minh Kim by the neck and dragging him like a dead dog.

This was an expert who had first trained in Qi Observation Way and then switched to New Arts, reaching the Harmonization Phase. He was no weaker than Nguyen Van Son.

Even in North Port, he would be considered a master.

But in kung fu, what mattered most wasn't the training, but the fighting method.

Even between two ordinary people—one untrained, one a fighter—a fight could end in a single punch.

Even among professional boxers with similar physical attributes, matches often resulted in one-sided domination.

Martial artists possessed far greater destructive power than ordinary people or boxers. Consequently, the gap created by superior fighting methods was even wider.

Chen Wujun had trained Master's Three Arching Hands to perfection; his combat application was exquisite.

Nguyen Minh Kim knew nothing of this technique's intricacies.

It took only four hammers to beat him into a dead dog.

Chen Wujun stood in the villa's backyard, gripping Nguyen Minh Kim's neck. His blood surged, and his heart was filled with the exhilaration of a decisive victory.

'No wonder Deng Yuan could dominate East District 7 fifty years ago with just Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Cover, Dragon Roaring Iron Cloth Shirt, and this Master's Three Arching Hands. Even the Federation's violent enforcement agencies were helpless against him, beaten into retreat!'

'Nguyen Minh Kim is a major expert, no weaker than Wen Long. Last year, Wen Long looked at me like I was nothing—he wouldn't even spare me a glance as an enemy.'

'Yet in just one year, I've just beaten such an expert into the dirt with four blows!'

Radiant with triumph, Chen Wujun hoisted Nguyen Minh Kim and darted back into the villa.

By now, Curry and Li Wei had led their men inside and were engaging the few New Arts Martial Artists present.

Seeing Chen Wujun enter carrying their leader, the New Arts fighters widened their eyes in shock and turned to flee.

But the muscles on Chen Wujun's back rippled. He powered his legs, moving with blinding speed even while carrying a man.

In just a few steps, he caught up to one of them. Power surged through his back and out to his extremities; his arm stabbed out like a Great Spear. The fighter tried to twist away but failed. The punch pulverized his shoulder, sending him flying over twenty meters. He didn't get up.

Then came the next one.

There were six New Arts Martial Artists in total. Curry, Li Wei, and the others pinned down three. The remaining three didn't make it out of the yard before Wujun caught them, killing or maiming them one by one.

Hearing the commotion, Fa Zai and Chen Zhonghong peered over the wall. They saw Chen Wujun dragging a naked man, having just kicked a fleeing fighter into the air.

The victim's body emitted the crunching sound of multiple fractures. He landed silently, lifeless.

When Chen Zhonghong realized who Chen Wujun was holding, his pupils shrank to pinpoints.

How long had it been since Chen Wujun jumped in? Less than ninety seconds. Yet Nguyen Minh Kim was already being dragged by the neck like a dead carcass.

Even knowing Chen Wujun was terrifyingly fierce, witnessing this scene stirred a storm of shock in his heart.

The two jumped down into the yard.

"Brother Jun, is this our target?"

"Mr. Chen..." Chen Zhonghong's demeanor was even more reverent than before.

"Mr. Chen, what about my man?" Chen Zhonghong asked cautiously.

"How should I know which one is yours? They don't have your name carved on their faces, and they didn't speak up," Chen Wujun replied indifferently.

He had the target. As for whether Chen Zhonghong's mole was dead or alive, he couldn't care less.

Just then, a man smashed through a window and scrambled out of the villa. "My boss is Chen Zhonghong!"

Chen Zhonghong's subordinate wasn't stupid. He had sent the address, and the raiders had arrived shortly after.

He had been slacking off during the fight, intending to be the first to run. But Li Wei had entangled him, forcing him to shout his identity now.