Ambush and Successful Counterkill

Huh? The Pig-face Man reacted extremely quickly.

The instant the sound rang out, he sidestepped.

A Kitchen Knife gleaming with cold light flashed past in front of him.

?

A Kitchen Knife?

A trace of confusion slowly rose in the Pig-face Man's heart.

But before he could think further, he caught sight of a black shadow rapidly approaching from the corner of his eye.

The Pig-face Man turned his head, preparing to make out the newcomer's face.

But the next second, a burst of intense light flashed across his vision, making him squint instinctively.

At that moment, Chen Sheng closed in before the Pig-face Man.

He tossed away the flashlight.

His right foot stomped heavily against the ground, and his arms swung down like an axe toward the Pig-face Man's neck.

It was the Splitting Fist of the Five Elements Fist.

Bang! His fist tore through the air with an explosive crack.

Bright force?

Ridiculous.

The Pig-face Man recovered quickly, a hint of disdain flashing through his eyes.

He shifted sideways, his arm shooting out like lightning toward Chen Sheng's elbow.

If that punch landed, Chen Sheng's arm would likely be crippled outright.

But at that moment, a cold smile appeared at the corner of Chen Sheng's lips.

He suddenly opened his clenched fist.

Whoosh! Sand and dirt flew through the mask and struck the Pig-face Man in the eyes.

Fuck! His eyeballs were abruptly hit hard, and the Pig-face Man's movement immediately slowed.

Then,

Chen Sheng stepped forward again with his left foot, and his stance changed abruptly.

Splitting Fist gave rise to Drilling Fist! Bang! His fist landed squarely on the Pig-face Man's abdomen.

Though the Pig-face Man was a Fifth-Order Martial Artist, that did not mean his body was made of iron.

Taking such a solid punch immediately made his abdomen convulse.

With a retch,

the Pig-face Man spat out a mouthful of blood, splattering it all over his mask.

Strike while he was down and finish him! Seeing his attack work, Chen Sheng immediately drew the Fruit Knife from his waist and stabbed it toward the Pig-face Man's kidney.

Squelch.

The gleaming blade sank all the way in.

"Ah!!!!"

That string of dirty tricks instantly enraged the Pig-face Man.

"Die!!!"

Ignoring the pain in his body and eyes, he kicked straight ahead.

At that moment,

the Pig-face Man only wanted to beat this bastard who kept using underhanded tricks to death. He had no thought for anything else.

He was so fast that before Chen Sheng could react, he felt an enormous force sweep through his body.

His entire body flew into the air and was sent tumbling backward.

Bang!

Chen Sheng crashed heavily to the ground, just as Shen Ziming had earlier.

Yet a flicker of astonishment appeared in the eyes of the Pig-face Man, who had successfully landed the blow.

He looked at his fist.

The sensation from that strike just now

was strange.

It felt as if he had hit a ball of cotton.

Before the Pig-face Man could figure it out, he saw Chen Sheng not far ahead calmly climb to his feet.

???

Under the Pig-face Man's puzzled gaze,

Chen Sheng dusted himself off.

Then,

he looked at the Pig-face Man, grinned, and revealed a mouthful of white teeth.

"Sorry, I wore a little too much."

Chen Sheng tugged open his collar.

Beneath his thick down jacket, he had wrapped himself in three sweaters.

Underneath them all, he wore a Weighted Vest, with Steel Bars fitted over his vital areas.

Squelch.

The Pig-face Man pulled the Fruit Knife from his waist, and a spray of blood shot out.

Immediately after,

the muscles around the wound contracted, sealing off the wound that was continuously bleeding.

"It's you!"

The Pig-face Man's pupils shrank.

Only now did he clearly see Chen Sheng's face.

He was the neighbor the Pig-face Man had seen that afternoon while hiding in Shen Ziming's house.

"No wonder Shen Ziming deliberately sent you away earlier. So you're together."

"I'd planned to deal with this bastard first, then take care of you while I was at it."

"Since you came right to my door—"

The Pig-face Man's voice grew lower and lower.

It was filled with chilling malice.

"Then die!!!"

Bang! Before his words had even faded,

the Pig-face Man kicked off the ground, his body launching forward in an instant.

A deep footprint was left where he had stood, surrounded by dense, tiny web-like cracks.

The ferocious pressure bearing down on him made goosebumps rise across Chen Sheng's skin.

I absolutely can't face him head-on! Whoosh! Chen Sheng flicked his right hand, throwing the last knife at his waist toward the Pig-face Man.

The small blade sliced through the air and shot toward him.

The Pig-face Man flashed aside, dodging the blade once more. His gaze toward Chen Sheng grew even colder.

"Throw another one, then!!"

Hearing that, Chen Sheng did not hesitate. He turned and ran.

But within seconds, the Pig-face Man caught up again.

Feeling a prickling threat at the back of his head, Chen Sheng darted aside and hid directly behind a tree.

Bang! Wood chips flew everywhere, striking his face and cutting several shallow wounds.

Chen Sheng's pupils contracted, his heart pounding wildly.

A bead of cold sweat slowly rolled down from his forehead.

The fist

had stopped only two or three centimeters from the tip of his nose.

Just a little closer, and it would have landed squarely on his face.

Before Chen Sheng could think further, the fist immediately withdrew.

The Pig-face Man launched another attack.

Chen Sheng dodged left and right,

but within just a few breaths, the Pig-face Man had forced his way right in front of him.

The gap in their strength was simply too vast.

Smack! The Pig-face Man grabbed Chen Sheng by the throat, his triangular eyes filled with bone-chilling coldness.

"You little bastard."

"Run again, then?"

The Pig-face Man's grip slowly tightened.

But at that moment, Chen Sheng's expression hardened.

Smack! He reached out as well and grabbed the Pig-face Man by the throat.

Crack!

The Pig-face Man threw a punch. Chen Sheng's arm let out a crisp crack and twisted at an extremely unnatural angle.

"Let go."

The words were forced out from between the Pig-face Man's teeth, one by one.

But even so, Chen Sheng did not release his grip.

Veins bulged across his arm, and his fingernails dug deeply into flesh.

"Let go!"

Bang! The fist struck his left ribs.

Chen Sheng spat a mouthful of blood directly onto the Pig-face Man's mask, but the latter tilted his head and avoided it.

"Let go!"

Bang! "I told you to let go!"

Bang! After three punches,

Chen Sheng's face looked like a spilled paint bucket, red, yellow, and white all mixed together.

The Pig-face Man's final punch broke his nose, leaving his mind reeling in waves.

But he still did not let go.

And then,

"Hehehe, hahahaha!"

Chen Sheng forced out a laugh, revealing blood-smeared gums.

"You brat, I can tell you didn't get into many street fights growing up."

"When you fight... what matters is being ruthless!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

Whoosh! Chen Sheng suddenly pulled another Kitchen Knife from behind his waist.

The gleaming blade cut through the darkness and stabbed toward the Pig-face Man's neck.

The Pig-face Man's eyes widened as he desperately tried to turn his head aside.

But Chen Sheng's hand was like an iron hoop welded in place, locking his head down tightly.

Squelch!

The blade passed between his fingers and plunged fully into his neck.

"I bought a four-piece kitchen knife set, didn't expect that, huh? Hahahaha!"

Chen Sheng's face was twisted with savagery.

"You—"

Blood continuously poured out like a stream.

The Pig-face Man's eyes widened as if he wanted to say something.

Squelch!

Another Kitchen Knife pierced directly into his head from behind.

This time, the light completely vanished from the Pig-face Man's eyes.

Thud. Thud.

Both bodies fell to the ground together.

Chen Sheng lay weakly on the ground, staring at the night sky above. Waves of drowsiness swept through his mind.

Then,

a hand extended before Chen Sheng.

It belonged to Shen Ziming, who had successfully finished him off.

The smile on Shen Ziming's face was as gentle as ever.

It was just a little more bedraggled than usual.

"Little Brother Chen, should I say you're fearless, or that a newborn calf isn't afraid of a tiger?"

"But thank you anyway."

"I owe you my life."

Smack! Their palms clasped.

Chen Sheng barely managed to sit up. Leaning against the tree trunk, he panted heavily.

"Honestly, I regretted it the moment I made my move."

"The problem was that this bastard kept chasing me down and beating me. What else could I do?"

He glanced at Shen Ziming and spoke weakly.

"Hahaha—hiss."

Shen Ziming suddenly burst into laughter, seemingly in an excellent mood.

But after only two laughs, he pulled at his wounds again and began sucking in cold breaths.