A young man, eager to make a name for himself, rushed forward upon hearing this, wanting to show off his skills in front of his master.
However, before his hand could even touch Xiao Wenbing's body, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall before bouncing to the ground, where he fell unconscious.
Xiao Wenbing took off his coat and tossed it to Ye Qingchun beside him, saying, "Brother, let me show you something."
Having said that, he took a step forward and rushed into the crowd, throwing a punch with his left hand and a kick with his right, like a tiger among sheep, and none of his men could withstand a single blow.
The scene in front of the Qiu'ai Hotel was repeated, but this time, Xiao Wenbing was furious that they had harmed Cheng Guanqin, so he naturally went a little harder. In no time, more than twenty people lay on the ground, groaning in pain, unable to get up again.
Volume One: Farewell to the Mortal World, Chapter Twenty-Eight: Invulnerable to Swords and Spear
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Cheng Guanqin, whose body was bound like a rice dumpling, and Ye Qingchun, who was holding clothes and rubbing her hands together, ready to help, both stared wide-eyed at Xiao Wenbing, as if they were frozen in place.
The two of them had known Xiao Wenbing for many years, especially Ye Qingchun, who grew up in the same orphanage as him and knew his background very well.
But today, Xiao Wenbing seemed to have suddenly become a different person, making them feel like strangers.
"Impressive skills." A dark figure emerged from a shadowy corner of the warehouse.
He wasn't tall, but he looked like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey, exuding danger.
"Sun Zhanhong?" Ye Qingchun swallowed hard and uttered the name with difficulty.
Sensing the terror and despair in his voice, Xiao Wenbing turned around and asked, "What's wrong? Who is he?"
"The underground boxing champion, he was the underground boxing champion of Hong Kong, he dominated the boxing ring for a whole year, then retired after his defeat and came to our city to open a bar. But why are you working for Wu Hongda?" Ye Qingchun's last question was directed at Sun Zhanhong.
“I owe him a favor,” Sun Zhanhong replied casually, then said to Xiao Wenbing, “Young man, I’m about to make my move, so be careful.”
Just as Xiao Wenbing was about to speak, he saw a foot rapidly expanding in front of him. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and stepped back, narrowly avoiding the kick.
However, Sun Zhanhong's attacks were relentless and incredibly fast. After dodging and blocking a few times, Sun Zhanhong found an opening and kicked him in the abdomen, sending him flying backward.
Debts in June need to be repaid quickly.
Xiao Wenbing had just kicked someone away, and only a few minutes later, he received the same treatment.
However, his spiritual energy moved spontaneously, and although Sun Zhanhong's kick was powerful, it did not harm him in the slightest.
Sun Zhanhong's expression changed slightly. He knew full well what he had done with his kick. If he had kicked an ordinary person, they probably wouldn't have survived.
However, when he kicked Xiao Wenbing, it felt like he had kicked a pile of cotton, light and airy, and he couldn't exert any force.
Sure enough, Xiao Wenbing leaped up without showing any signs of injury.
Although Sun Zhanhong gave a warning before making his move, he acted so quickly that no one could react in time.
Xiao Wenbing was furious at his sneak attack. He stood up and, without saying a word, punched him in the chest.
Sun Zhanhong neither dodged nor evaded, and threw the same punch straight at his chest.
"Crack..." The two fists met in mid-air, making a crisp sound.
Xiao Wenbing took several steps back, clenched his teeth, and suddenly cried out "Ouch!" while grimacing. His right hand swung wildly in the air, completely losing any semblance of a master's demeanor.
What kind of fist is that? Damn, it's three times harder than a rock.
Sun Zhanhong's lips twitched slightly. His right hand had also lost sensation, but his years as a boxing champion had made him grit his teeth and endure it.
"Fine, I'll show you what real strength is." Xiao Wenbing glared angrily at Sun Zhanhong.
As spiritual energy circulated within his body, Xiao Wenbing's body faintly revealed a white, transparent luster.
His right hand, in particular, seemed to emanate a subtle, ever-shifting light, giving off an extremely eerie feeling.
Even Xiao Wenbing himself was surprised to see the spiritual energy overflowing from his body surface spinning around his arm at an unimaginable speed, like a chainsaw that had been plugged in.
What is this? A chainsaw?
Although he didn't know why this had happened, Xiao Wenbing was certain of one thing: the power of his arm had definitely increased significantly.
Xiao Wenbing's transformation caught everyone's attention, and they all stared in astonishment at this person who radiated a faint light.
"Do you know why the flowers are so red?" Xiao Wenbing roared, lunging forward and throwing another punch: "I'll tell you, they're red from being hit."
Sun Zhanhong was indeed formidable, but compared to Zhao Feng, he was worlds apart. However, he was also quite knowledgeable, and seeing Xiao Wenbing's current state, he dared not confront him head-on again.
He turned and ran back, reached a corner, picked up a three-meter-long steel pipe, assumed a fighting stance, and thrust it at his chest.
With his spiritual energy protecting him, Xiao Wenbing reacted even more quickly. He grabbed one end of the steel pipe with his left hand and chopped down with his right palm, which was constantly flowing with spiritual energy.
Without a sound, as if a piece of tofu had been cut, the steel pipe was split in two.
It's as simple as blowing a hair away or cutting a lock of hair.
Sun Zhanhong was shocked. Was this guy even human?
Having learned his lesson, he dared not have any physical contact with Xiao Wenbing again, relying only on his agility and years of fighting experience to keep Xiao Wenbing at bay.
One of them possessed immense strength and was unstoppable. The other was agile and swift as a rabbit. For a time, they fought to a standstill.
However, no matter how you look at it, Xiao Wenbing, who was launching a full-scale attack, had the absolute upper hand.
"Bang……"
A loud bang was heard, and the entire warehouse seemed to fall into a deathly silence.
Xiao Wenbing clutched his chest with his left hand, speechless with shock.
At the top of the stairs, Wu Hongda stood with a ferocious expression, holding a pistol. The shot he had just fired was the one he had pulled the trigger on.
"Wenbing!" A panicked cry came from Ye Qingchun and Cheng Guanqin, who exclaimed in unison.
Only Sun Zhanhong remained cautiously on guard; Xiao Wenbing's behavior was truly beyond his expectations. He seriously doubted whether the shot he had just fired could have dealt him a fatal blow.
Quietly, only a strange symphony of gasps and groans remained in the warehouse.
Xiao Wenbing slowly lowered his hand. His chest was perfectly normal, and even his clothes were undamaged. He slowly opened his left hand, and in his palm was the bullet that Wu Hongda had fired.
Wu Hongda's flushed face instantly lost all color. His lips trembled as he pointed at Xiao Wenbing, his gaze as if he were looking at a ghost.
Sure enough, with spiritual energy protecting him, he was no longer afraid of even ordinary handguns.
Xiao Wenbing's courage surged, and he laughed loudly, exuding unspeakable pride and arrogance.
His gaze met Wu Hongda's, and seeing the pampered young man who was almost collapsing to the ground, he suddenly strode forward.
Volume One: Farewell to the Mortal World, Chapter Twenty-Nine: Eternal Farewell to the Mortal World
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"stop."
Xiao Wenbing turned his head away disdainfully, but the arrogance on his face froze in that instant.
You can't be mistaken, Xiao Wenbing's eyes are wide open.
Sun Zhanhong, what is that he carrying on his shoulder? If I'm not mistaken... it looks like a rocket launcher.
"Youth, didn't you say you didn't have any large weapons?" Xiao Wenbing stared intently at Sun Zhanhong, not daring to blink, but he roared angrily at Ye Qingchun.
"I don't know, I really don't know." Ye Qingchun stared wide-eyed at the legendary heavy weapon, almost doubting whether she was seeing things.
"It's fake, it must be fake." Although he was completely bound and unable to move, Cheng Guanqin still shouted out.
“I’m sorry.” Sun Zhanhong’s voice was extremely calm: “Mr. Wu and I also have a side job, which is as arms dealers. If you doubt its authenticity, you can try it, but I can guarantee that even if you manage to escape, your two friends will definitely die.”
"Wenbing, this is a warehouse, the space is very small, he dared not put it here, otherwise they would die too." Ye Qingchun suddenly realized and shouted loudly.
"Perhaps, but at least it can take a couple of people down with it."
"What do you want?" Xiao Wenbing asked, sensing a glimmer of hope in his words. Xiao Wenbing was both surprised and delighted, and quickly asked.
"Let's let today's matter rest. It was wrong of us to hold your friend hostage. Please forgive us."
After feigning a moment's hesitation, Xiao Wenbing said in a deep voice, "Alright, I agree." He remembered Zhao Feng's words very clearly, so Xiao Wenbing had absolutely no intention of challenging heavy weapons.
"Both of your friends have families, right?" Sun Zhanhong asked again without putting down the rocket launcher.
"What do you mean?" Xiao Wenbing's face darkened.
"It's nothing, I just hope there won't be any more trouble from now on."
"Is that so? Too bad you have no right to bargain." A voice as cold as ice echoed through the warehouse.
"Who is it?" Sun Zhanhong was shocked. The voice was elusive, and he couldn't tell where it was coming from.
"Whoosh..."
The warehouse door, which had been tightly closed, suddenly turned bright red, as if it had been tempered in extreme heat, and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, the entire door had vanished as if ice and snow had melted away, leaving only an empty, eerie hole.
Sun Zhanhong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar; his heart sank immediately.
Who is this person, or rather, is this... even human? Do humans possess such power?
A stern-faced young Taoist priest strode in through the hole. Without any apparent movement, he was already in front of Sun Zhanhong and placed his hand on the rocket launcher.
"Ah..." The pitiful roar came from the former boxing champion who had once dominated the underground for many years.
Just like the steel gate, the rocket launcher instantly turned into a ball of molten steel. Sun Zhanhong couldn't dodge in time and was splashed with the extremely hot molten steel, which scalded half of his body. His skin was torn open and he was in excruciating pain. He could only scream twice before he immediately lost consciousness.
Xiao Wenbing shivered. He saw another person enter through the gate. The person carefully tiptoed, dodging the hot red liquid, and came to Xiao Wenbing's side, respectfully saying, "Sixth Senior Brother."
The tall Taoist priest turned around, and his gaze toward Xiao Wenbing suddenly held a hint of surprise, an excitement he could not hide.