"Chop! What are you thinking about!" Seeing that Leng Weifeng was still in a daze, Zhang Lei hurriedly shouted. At this moment, Zuo Jian was also a little stunned. It would be bad if he reacted first.
Leng Weifeng seemed to have been woken up by Zhang Lei. At this moment, he didn't care about anything else and swung his axe diagonally down at Zuo Jian's neck.
It was unlikely that Zuo Jian could dodge. These students were already fighting desperately. He still had two students hanging on his left arm. In addition, he had just recovered from his daze and didn't have time to think for a moment. Instinctively, he raised his right arm to block the axe blade.
The axe struck Zuo Jian's right arm, but instead of severing his right hand as Leng Weifeng had imagined, it made a clanging sound, indicating that it had only cut in a little bit, probably no more than a centimeter.
Almost simultaneously, Zuo Jian kicked Leng Weifeng in the abdomen, sending him flying into the air, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Leng Weifeng understood the importance of the axe to them. Even after being kicked away, he still held tightly to the handle and refused to let go. However, Zuo Jian suddenly clenched his fist, and the muscles at both ends of the axe blade gripped the axe tightly. Under the enormous reaction force, Leng Weifeng had torn off a layer of skin on his hand but still failed to grab the axe handle.
By this time, the students had realized what was happening and were shouting at the adults who came to their rescue: "They're fighting! Come quick, come quick!"
Unfortunately, this wasn't a chorus, and they didn't have a unified set of words. What they said above was just their shared understanding, and with everyone talking at once, it was impossible to hear what they were saying.
After kicking Leng Weifeng away, Zuo Jian seemed to realize that he still had legs to use. He raised his foot and kicked twice in succession, sending the two boys who were holding his left hand flying and crashing into the wall more than a meter away.
Actually, it wasn't that he didn't want to use his legs, but both of his hands were being held by two people. Although they weren't very strong, there were still four of them. If he lost his balance, he would fall over. Once he fell over, his legs would be unsupported, making it even more difficult for him to use his waist strength.
"You little bastard, die!" In Zuo Jian's mind, Zhang Lei was the culprit, and in fact he was. So Zuo Jian grabbed the axe on his right arm with his left hand and pounced on Zhang Lei, looking like he was going to rush up to him and smash Zhang Lei like a watermelon with the axe.
Perhaps because he had been scared earlier, Zhang Lei no longer felt panicked. The moment Zuo Jian took his last step, Zhang Lei stepped forward to meet him.
In Zuo Jian's mind, Zhang Lei would either be so frightened that he wouldn't move, or he would dodge backward in panic. Either way, he would be doomed. But he never expected that Zhang Lei would actually step forward to meet him.
This is actually the result of Zhang Lei's many battles with Lei Xiaofeng. Lei Xiaofeng is small in stature but extremely fast. It is absolutely impossible for him to retreat. He might be able to retreat even after hitting Zhang Lei once. So Zhang Lei has developed a habit of instinctively matching his opponent's footwork to meet him, giving him no chance to retreat.
There is such a false step in Chinese martial arts, but it is obvious that Zuo Jian does not know it, or cannot use it without preparation. Zhang Lei took a step and slipped under his raised hands into his arms, gently pushing his chest with one hand as if it were a lover.
With a soft "snap," Zuo Jian actually stood still. After a while, he raised his head and a jet of blood shot out from his mouth and nose before his massive body fell straight backward.
Zhang Lei didn't know what was going on, but his first reaction after crawling in wasn't to use his fist, but to press his palm against Zuo Jian's chest. Perhaps the danger had triggered his potential, and all the internal energy in his body flowed out through his palm and then exploded inside Zuo Jian's body.
Zuo Jian must have practiced some kind of martial arts, because his muscles were able to break Zhang Lei's bone spurs and stop Leng Weifeng's axe from striking him.
But he hasn't trained his body at all. Some people hone their fists in iron filings to train their hands, Muay Thai fighters hit their ankles with bottles to train their ankles, and hard qigong practitioners hit their chests and backs with wooden sticks. But who has ever seen someone take out their heart and hammer it with a small hammer for no reason?
So Zuo Jian died, died with his eyes wide open, but no matter how unwilling he was, he could not be resurrected.
More than half a minute later, those people finally arrived, and once they did, they all displayed their gentlemanly manners by taking off their clothes and giving them to the half-naked girls.
Zhang Lei and the others who fought desperately against Zuo Jian collapsed to the ground. Blood was still dripping from Zhang Lei's wrist. There was nothing he could do. Although his internal energy was incredibly effective at healing, he had given all of it to Zuo Jian as a parting gift. His own internal energy was completely depleted, leaving him with no internal strength left. He could only let the blood flow.
Even so, he was still the one with the least injuries besides Zhao Luwei. The other three people, even lying on the ground, kept coughing up blood, which clearly indicated that their internal organs had been injured.
"Leilei? What happened to you?" Parents are always the ones who care most about their children. No matter how badly other people's children are injured, it's not as serious as their own child getting a scratch. As soon as Zhang Lei's parents saw Zhang Lei bleeding, they rushed to his side.
"It's nothing, just a small cut! It'll be fine in a bit!" Zhang Lei's face broke into a genuine smile. "Dad, Mom, you're here!"
"You must have been terrified!" the family of three exclaimed in unison.
"Let's go home!"
Episode 2: Metropolis, Chapter 17: New Students
There weren't any professional forensic doctors in the small town, but no one believed Zhang Lei was responsible for Zuo Jian's death. The doctor from the power plant, who acted as a makeshift doctor, concluded that the bandits had already suffered severe internal injuries when the car fell off the cliff. They had been forcibly enduring the pain, but the violent shock during the fight caused their hearts to malfunction and their injuries to relapse, leading to their death.
They praised Zuo Jian's endurance highly, marveling that someone who could reign supreme in prison was no ordinary person. Despite such severe injuries, he could not only stand up but also endure such a long fight, managing to send three young men to the hospital single-handedly.
Only Zhang Lei understood what was going on. Although the internal energy had left his body, Zhang Lei could still roughly feel the damage it had caused. But this was for the best. Although it was self-defense, it didn't seem good to let people know that he had killed someone. Zhang Lei had some understanding of this.
As for the wound on his wrist, Zhang Lei healed it as soon as he recovered a little internal energy. It wasn't broken as he had initially thought. The healing properties of Zhang Lei's internal energy were already evident before its effects in other areas had even become apparent.
The impact of this incident lasted for a long time. Other fugitives were also captured in the massive manhunt. Zhang Lei and four other students who fought bravely against the criminals were all rewarded. Zhang Lei, in particular, became a model of courage and resourcefulness.
It was nothing really, just a certificate and a pen, but it was still a way to get some exposure.
It seems everyone is jealous. Zhang Lei becoming a little hero seems to have gotten in the way of a lot of people. The events of that day, especially the part where Zhang Lei was almost humiliated, quickly spread vividly throughout the factory. Of course, a little bit of artistic embellishment was inevitable.
However, this little artistic embellishment doesn't seem to be very popular, especially not with Zhang Lei and his family. A large part of the reason Zhang Lei went to Shanghai early was probably to escape this rumor.
Fortunately, the Zhang family was a large clan in the area, so buying sleeper tickets wasn't too difficult. However, there were no direct trains from there to Shanghai, so they would have to transfer trains at least once.
The train journey from there to Shanghai took at least three days and two nights, and it could take even longer if there were any problems with getting a ticket.
Zhang Lei's whole family went together this time, but when they returned, Zhang Lei was left alone in Shanghai. His mother and grandmother had discussed it and decided that Zhang Lei would stay at his grandmother's house, and his household registration could be transferred there. Fortunately, the government had this policy in place; otherwise, getting a household registration in Shanghai wouldn't be something that could be done with just a little money. So they had to take advantage of this opportunity to get on board quickly, because once the policy ended, it would be much more difficult to get in.
This incident had a far greater impact on Zhang Lei than what he showed on the surface. At the time, under constant tension, Zhang Lei may not have shown anything yet, but afterward, the fear and disgust welled up inside him. Zhang Lei's parents noticed that their son smiled much less after that incident.
For an ordinary child, this incident might cause some psychological burden, but they will gradually forget about it after a while. Of course, there is also a slight possibility that they might change their sexual orientation.
But Zhang Lei is not a simple child; he also possesses internal energy, an internal energy that no one can explain but has miraculous effects.
In reality, Zhang Lei himself might not be that cute. Those who have seen him believe that if he dressed up a little more like a woman, at least half of the women in the world would be furious. That's the result of Zhang Lei constantly adjusting his face with his internal energy.
That's how faces are; even a difference of just one millimeter can completely change how they appear to others. Zhang Lei wasn't afraid to waste his inner energy, so how could his face be ugly? He had a perfectly standard oval face with a nose of just the right height. If he had long hair, he could really seduce people, both men and women.
It can be said that her cute appearance brought Zhang Lei a lot of convenience in the past. As long as Zhang Lei stared at her and blinked twice, no woman could resist her charm. It can be said that even when Zhang Lei went to state-run stores with clearly marked prices, the prices were different from those of others.
But now, good looks are no longer a good thing in Zhang Lei's eyes. After experiencing that once, probably few people would still be proud of their handsome face. From that day on, Zhang Lei began to change his face shape.
The changes each day may be tiny, perhaps just a few micrometers, and you can't really see them when you're together every day. But after several dozen days, Zhang Lei's parents compared the photos and found that their child was getting uglier and uglier. His original oval face had almost turned into a round face. Had he gained weight?
If you weigh yourself, you'll see that Zhang Lei has indeed gained a lot of weight. In the past, although Zhang Lei knew that adding another muscle fiber would increase muscle strength more significantly than using his internal energy to repair existing muscles, he had been using his internal energy primarily to repair his existing muscle tissue because he didn't intend to change his natural condition.
If the amount of internal energy needed to replenish a muscle fiber is one unit, then rebuilding a muscle fiber would require approximately ten units of internal energy. Of course, the effect on the same day would not be as good as using all the internal energy to replenish the original muscle fiber. However, the muscle fiber of this internal energy tissue has an extremely strong adsorption capacity for internal energy. It can be said that unless the vortex in Zhang Lei's body is specifically directed, it is impossible to extract even a trace of internal energy from it. In other words, the effect of this new muscle fiber will be fully manifested on the second day.
Moreover, this is extra power. Even if the original muscle fibers are repaired, most of the internal energy will still be drawn away by the cyclone the next day. Without the replenishment of internal energy, the power that can be generated will still be weakened.
There was another reason why Zhang Lei didn't often create new muscle fibers in the past. He was also worried about what side effects it might have. To be honest, he was still terrified when he thought about the initial side effects of this qigong. If it weren't for his ability to self-examine, he probably would have already caught a cold from his fart under the influence of this internal energy.