Madman!

Chapter 124: Hammering Master Xin to Death

At the same time, on the rooftop of a high-rise building in West Embankment, a massive figure sat cross-legged, gazing down at the city.

This person was none other than Elephant.

"They all take me for a fool, each one plotting their own schemes," Elephant muttered, a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Let's see whose skills are actually superior this time, and who manages to survive."

Elephant was no idiot; he had known long ago that something was wrong with this situation.

With just a little thought, he had deduced what would happen.

Master Xin and Shark Jiu each had their own plans. Although Elephant had ambitions of his own, he knew perfectly well that he didn't possess the strength to contend with them just yet.

The chaotic scene the other day, where he took a bullet, had been intentional.

Now, he just had to wait and see—wait to see who would be the last one standing.

...The man in the suit took Chen Wujun's cannon fist head-on and was sent flying, having lost any chance to dodge.

Chen Wujun followed up instantly with another cannon fist. Even though the opponent had conditioned his forearms to be as hard as refined steel, they were not actually steel. The two heavy blows sent his blood surging chaotically, causing agonizing pain in his arms as he was launched into the air again.

Chen Wujun stomped the ground, catching up to his opponent once more. A breath of air exploded from his throat.

"Roar!"

A massive tiger's roar erupted, carrying a physical shockwave.

The opponent, whose blood and qi were already in turmoil and whose arms were screaming in pain, had been preparing to launch a counter-move to buy time. However, this sudden tiger roar completely scattered his focus and gathered strength.

Thud!

Chen Wujun's third cannon fist punched right through the opponent's guard and smashed into his chest.

Sounds of fracturing bone crackled incessantly. It was impossible to tell how many ribs were shattered, but the man's entire chest collapsed inward.

'With a Harmonization Phase expert like this, if I had continued to fight him with weapons, he would have remained guarded. Even if he was at a disadvantage, I wouldn't have been able to take him down quickly.'

'I used a trick and killed him in just a few moves. As expected, fighting is just like navigating life—one must be flexible!'

'However, today is a life-or-death emergency. In the future, I must keep my mind flexible during combat, but I cannot focus solely on trickery.'

'Otherwise, I'll end up like Master Xin, as Shark Jiu described: losing the spirit of a dragon soaring in the sky and ultimately becoming a snake.'

When Master Xin and Shark Jiu spoke, it was actually a battle of words between experts, meant to suppress the opponent's spirit and shake their resolve.

Chen Wujun, however, found great insight in it.

Having finished his opponent, he turned to look around. Master Xin's other subordinates, whose strength had not reached the Harmonization Phase, didn't dare approach the battlefield.

Pei Qingzhi was fighting Tall Guy. With every shake of his arm, Pei Qingzhi moved like a Great Spear; his spine snapped and sprang, sending force bursting out in a straight line.

His attacks were mostly bursting and drilling forces, sharp enough to seemingly pierce the air itself.

Tall Guy, on the other hand, was forced to constantly retreat and circle. His movements were agile, and whenever he found a gap, his counterattacks aimed straight for the lower body.

Combined with his short, stout stature, he looked remarkably like a macaque—resembling one in both form and spirit.

"Tall Guy is actually an Old Arts practitioner too. It looks like Monkey Style! He's even trained to the point of capturing the spirit of the monkey." Since the form and spirit of Monkey Style were so distinct, Chen Wujun recognized it immediately.

He was somewhat surprised; he had never heard that Tall Guy practiced Old Arts.

Then again, with his body type, it was indeed hard to tell whether he practiced New Arts or Old Arts.

His gaze shifted to another side. Aside from Fat Nan and Tall Guy, Master Xin had brought two suited Harmonization Phase experts. One lay on the ground, his body twisted and distorted beyond human recognition.

Xu Anquan stood beside the corpse with his hands behind his back, not a single drop of sweat on his forehead.

The battle on that side had ended at some unknown point.

Master Xin had brought Fat Nan, Tall Guy, and two men in suits—a total of four Harmonization Phase experts.

Adding Master Xin himself, this encirclement of Shark Jiu should have been a guaranteed victory.

Even if Shark Jiu had trained her kung fu to a level of perfection, she shouldn't have been able to withstand so many experts.

However, Master Xin had not anticipated that Shark Jiu was not only hiding her true strength but had also hired so many experts of her own.

One wrong move, and there was no chance of recovery.

Now, among his subordinates, only Tall Guy was still struggling bitterly to hold on. Everyone else had been beaten to death on the spot.

Chen Wujun shifted his gaze toward Master Xin.

At this moment, Yuan Hong was using his hands like hammers, trading intense blows with Master Xin's Demon-Subduing Seal. Over a hundred collisions had occurred. The concrete road within a radius of twenty or thirty meters looked as if it had been bombarded by meteorites; the cement and gravel were churned up in expanding circles.

In this brutal exchange, Yuan Hong had not fallen to a disadvantage in the slightest.

This caused Master Xin's heart to sink to rock bottom.

Just then, Shark Jiu rushed toward the back of Master Xin's head, shouting, "I'll take over!"

Yuan Hong leaped backward and stood aside to watch.

Master Xin spun around abruptly, only to see Shark Jiu with her hands clasped together like a hammer, smashing down towards his head.

Master Xin's eyes bulged. He pressed his thumbs against the base of his ring fingers and clenched the rest into fists—the Buddhist Diamond Fist Seal, also known as Grip Solidification. In Buddhism, it settled the spirit and warded off evil, but Master Xin combined it with New Arts meditation and magnetic fields to recover his strength.

Simultaneously, he raised both hands to clash with Shark Jiu.

Clang! Another sound like striking iron rang out, louder than before, as if threatening to rupture everyone's eardrums.

Shark Jiu grinned, the corners of her mouth splitting wide to reveal razor-sharp teeth. Her spine snapped and sprang, muscles undulating like waves, while her waist twisted to unleash the Dragon-Tiger Combined Force.

Her hands, clasped into a double hammer, smashed down repeatedly.

The power of her fists felt like a collapsing mountain, or as if she intended to punch a hole through the sky.

Master Xin had absolutely no opportunity to execute any other movements; he could only clench his fists and strike upward repeatedly to block.

Shark Jiu's internal organs were powerful, generating endless stamina, while Master Xin relied on the Grip Solidification to recover his strength.

Both sides were fighting hard against hard, leaving barely any chance to catch a breath.

It came down to who would collapse first.

Shark Jiu swung her hammers down relentlessly, her momentum ferocious beyond comparison. The sound of metal striking metal rang out like a torrential rainstorm. Within moments, Master Xin was actually shorter than Shark Jiu by a significant margin.

Shark Jiu was pounding Master Xin into the ground like a nail.

Seeing this, Tall Guy no longer dared to fight. He rolled and leaped, fleeing into the distance.

Pei Qingzhi raised an eyebrow. Although letting him escape was a bit embarrassing, he was more focused on Shark Jiu's battle.

The group stood at a distance, watching intently.

Shark Jiu and Master Xin exchanged over two hundred hard blows. Master Xin had been driven into the soil up to his waist. His face was a mask of blood, with fresh crimson seeping from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, the light in Master Xin's eyes dimmed, and he sighed internally.

The strength recovered by Grip Solidification was limited.

By this point, his physical strength and mental focus were completely exhausted. Even the faint bio-electricity in his cells had been wrung dry.

His hands, holding the Diamond Fist Seal, slowed for just a fraction of a second, and Shark Jiu's fist hammered squarely onto the top of his head.

Splat!

Like a watermelon.

Half of Master Xin's head disappeared.

This Master Xin, who had once reached the Magnetic Field Level and protected the Walled City from Federation experts, was brutally hammered to death by Shark Jiu.

Shark Jiu stood where she was, white mist rising from her body like steam. Sweat poured out of her rapidly, only to be evaporated by her immense body heat, cooling her down quickly.

A moment later, Shark Jiu threw her head back and laughed loudly, her eyes bright and her spirit soaring.

She had finally beaten this old guy to death.

She had to admit, the old man really had skills. At the start, her downward hammer blow—which could have smashed a truck—had felt like it was stuck in a quagmire. There were also illusions and electric currents; these were methods only a Magnetic Field Level expert possessed.

But that was all he had.

Surrounding them, Yuan Hong, Kai Zi, Sea Duke, Pei Qingzhi, Xu Anquan, and the others were also emotionally stirred by the sight.

Witnessing a life-and-death battle between such experts was a huge gain for them as well.

Especially Shark Jiu's life force just now—her essence, energy, and spirit had condensed into a single point, her momentum like a rainbow, fierce beyond measure.

Chen Wujun also felt he had learned a great deal.

So this was what it looked like when kung fu was trained to perfection, with powerful internal organs and highly condensed spirit.

From the steam rising off Shark Jiu's body at the end, one could see the toll it took.

If one hadn't reached the Transformation Realm, burning one's life force in such a fight would result in death from exhaustion after just a few dozen punches.

However, Chen Wujun remembered something and turned his head to look at Master Xin and Fat Nan's subordinates.

Those men were standing there, dumbstruck as wooden chickens. Seeing Chen Wujun look their way, they panicked and tried to flee.

But someone was faster.

It was Kai Zi, who had come with Yuan Hong.

He hadn't fought at all from the beginning, merely watching from the sidelines. Now, seeing Shark Jiu's high spirits, his heart suddenly began to pound wildly, as if an elephant were trampling and rampaging inside his chest.

With a push of his foot, he skimmed across the ground toward Master Xin's subordinates. With a single punch or kick for each, he beat them all to death.

Then, straightening his shirt collar, he leaned against a car, pulled out a cigar, lit it, and glanced at Shark Jiu out of the corner of his eye.

Shark Jiu turned around to look at the others, taking in the situation with a single glance.

"It's settled. Let's go back and celebrate."

"One got away, but he won't make it back to North Port," Pei Qingzhi scratched his head, looking a bit awkward.

His attention had been on Yuan Hong and Master Xin's fight from the start, and later he had simply stopped chasing Tall Guy to watch Shark Jiu fight Master Xin.

Now that the battle was over, and even Little Sixteen hadn't had any issues, the only problem was on his end.

He felt thoroughly embarrassed.

But if given the choice again, he would still have given up chasing Tall Guy.

After all, seeing such experts fighting with their lives on the line was a rare sight.

"Small matter. If he's smart, he'll say Yuan Hong colluded with North River to kill Master Xin. If he's not smart, he'll say he colluded with Yuan Hong and North River to kill Master Xin!"

Yuan Hong tilted his head and looked at Shark Jiu.

"You have to pay extra for that!"

Although he didn't care about being hunted by the Federation police or the Special Task Department, and certainly didn't care about a gang from the North Port Walled City...

Taking the blame required extra payment.

"Tell me, Shark Jiu, what's the point of you playing gangster? Scheming every day... why not join me in doing big business? It's free and unrestrained."

"Different ambitions," Shark Jiu said indifferently, paying no mind to Yuan Hong's invitation.

Her pursuit was simple: "East District 9 is so large; I deserve a piece of it."

She wanted to stand above millions, holding the power of life and death in her hands.