Fist Force, Kill Hu Biao! Second Update!

Hu Biao bent down to strike Jiang Bing hard when a throwing knife suddenly flew at him. He knocked it aside with his big knife, then saw Chen Xia's fist coming at him and had no choice but to deal with him first.

"Hmm?"

When Hu Biao saw that it was a young man, surprise flashed in his eyes, swiftly followed by killing intent. Since the other party was courting death, he would kill him first.

Clang!

Yet after just two exchanges, Chen Xia was actually able to trade blows with him evenly.

This infuriated Hu Biao. His speed became even more frenzied, lightning-fast as the dagger in his hand slashed out more than a dozen arcs in an instant, every move aimed to kill.

Chen Xia shifted and weaved across the ground, his Seven Injuries Fist in motion. Sometimes he evaded, sometimes he attacked. His Grade 1, fourth-stage cultivation burst forth to the fullest at this moment.

But he had never fought a martial artist before. Hu Biao was too fierce, and Chen Xia was clearly struggling to hold him off. Still, his strength was no weaker than Hu Biao's, and he kept throwing out the Seven Injuries Fist, forcibly withstanding the man's savage assault.

Hu Biao was equally alarmed. Though this youth was young and his attacks still inexperienced, their power was immense. His stance was stable, and his continuous fist technique came down like cannonballs, tightly entangling Hu Biao. Then, with a roll, Chen Xia picked up the long knife from the ground again.

This brat was a martial artist? Hu Biao immediately realized that he was no ordinary inspector—he was far stronger than Jiang Bing.

But looking at Jiang Bing on the ground, Hu Biao was unwilling to let it go. He had to kill that man, but first, he had to deal with this young fellow.

"Ox Transformation!" Hu Biao suddenly roared. The muscles on his body began to swell, his pupils turned brown, and his strength surged in an instant. Even his skin became rougher.

What kind of technique was this? Chen Xia was puzzled by the change in his opponent. Then he remembered that this man seemed to have taken Gene Potion.

He had heard that Gene Potion could make people stronger. Once someone became agitated or enraged, causing their heart rate and blood circulation to accelerate, the Gene Potion inside their body would alter their physique and make them violent and berserk.

Bang! Bang! Bang! As they fought, Chen Xia was starting to lose the upper hand. He saw what looked like fur growing over Hu Biao's neck and the backs of his hands, giving him the terrifying visual impression of a wild beast.

"Brat, I'll twist your head right off!" Hu Biao's face was full of savagery. His strength became boundless, and the dagger in his hand flashed like a streak of light as it repeatedly stabbed toward Chen Xia. His speed, explosive power, and the lethality of his moves had all doubled.

"This won't work..." Chen Xia narrowed his eyes slightly. If this continued, defeat was inevitable.

Suddenly, he shouted, and all the Primal Qi in his Dantian rushed through his body in an instant, flowing into his right hand.

He retreated, widening the distance between himself and Hu Biao, then forcefully hurled the long knife he had just picked up again, using it as a ranged weapon.

At the instant Hu Biao raised his dagger to block it—

Bang!

At that moment, Chen Xia stomped on the stone paving. Rather than retreating, he charged forward, erupting with all his strength. His body shot out like a leopard as he smashed a fist viciously toward Hu Biao's chest.

Hu Biao sneered at the sight. He stretched out his left hand to seize Chen Xia's fist, intending to pull him in and beat him to death.

Bang!

Yet the instant fist and palm collided, Hu Biao's arm jolted. He thought to himself that this brat was quite strong, but it was nothing to worry about. What Hu Biao never expected was that, just as he was about to strike a killing blow, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his arm the next second.

Hu Biao's face instantly went pale. It felt as if something had burrowed into his arm, and an icy chill surged from it straight into his internal organs. With a bang in his head, he heard the pounding of his own heart.

What was going on? He felt as if he had been struck by lightning and hurriedly used the Primal Qi within his body to resist.

But it was already too late. When he suffered that first heavy blow, Hu Biao's reaction slowed by a beat. Chen Xia freed up his hand and threw another punch, smashing it into his chest again.

As the Seven Injuries Fist Force erupted in succession, it all surged into Hu Biao's Five Viscera!

Hu Biao's face instantly turned deathly pale, his pupils dilating. It felt as though thousands of needles were piercing through his Five Viscera. Sweat poured from his entire body as pain bent him over at the waist. Unable to remain standing any longer, he finally let out a miserable scream and collapsed to the ground, losing all ability to fight.

"You... what strange Qi energy!"

Hu Biao had never dreamed that Chen Xia, a Grade 1 martial artist, would possess such powerful Qi energy. His Primal Qi was completely unable to withstand it.

In the end, unwillingness filled his eyes. He struggled to lift his head for a moment, then it drooped, and he lay completely still.

Chen Xia's Fist Force had killed him.

Even Chen Xia was stunned. He truly had not expected the man to die so quickly.

"Is the Seven Injuries Fist Force really this powerful?"

Chen Xia knew the Fist Force was fierce, but he had thought he would need to strike several more times to suppress Hu Biao's explosive strength before taking the chance to kill him. He had not expected Hu Biao to go down after only two exchanges, catching him somewhat off guard.

Still, it was a good thing.

This battle had made him understand the power of Fist Force.

Huff! Chen Xia panted heavily. His battle with Hu Biao had consumed a great deal of stamina. Secretly relieved, he thought, If the Fist Force hadn't worked just now, someone at my level might have been beaten to death by Hu Biao!

Chen Xia had not originally wanted to fight Hu Biao, but Captain Jiang Bing had shown him kindness. When they arrived at the mall, they saw Jiang Bing pinned to the ground. Had they arrived even a step later, the captain would have died. That was why Chen Xia had risked himself to step in and stop Hu Biao.

Fortunately, Hu Biao had been at Sixth Street Mall, in the southwest, which happened to connect to the end of Eighth Street. Otherwise, Chen Xia and the others would not have arrived so quickly.

Jiang Bing gradually regained clarity. His entire body was covered in injuries. When he stood up and looked around, he saw Hu Biao lying motionless on the ground and Chen Xia standing nearby. He thought he was seeing things.

Chen Xia had killed Hu Biao?

For a moment, Jiang Bing was utterly confused.

Everything had happened incredibly fast, taking only a few minutes from beginning to end.

Chen Xia and Hu Biao's fight in particular had lasted only a minute.

"This..."

Seeing Hu Biao's corpse, Zhang Feng, Yang Hua, and the others standing not far away were already dumbfounded.

Rumble!

Just as Chen Xia was about to crouch down and loot the bodies, a tremendous roar came from the sky outside Wanxing Square. Three Silver Flying Vehicles descended, and numerous people from the Patrol Inspection Office disembarked.

Some wore uniforms, while others leaped straight out of the vehicles in thick white Mechas. Red targeting lines from their helmets locked onto Hu Biao, who lay on the first floor.

The entire perimeter of Wanxing Square was surrounded.

A dense crowd entered the first floor and secured the scene.

"Quick, take him to the hospital!"

Someone carried away the badly wounded Jiang Bing. Before leaving, Jiang Bing looked at Chen Xia, gripped his hand, and said emotionally, "If it hadn't been for you today, my life would've ended here. Cough, cough... Not only did you break through to become a martial artist, you're even stronger than ordinary martial artists. You're outstanding!"

"Captain, stop talking. Go to the hospital and recover properly. I'll come visit you another day!"

"Alright..." Jiang Bing had already exhausted his strength and lost too much blood. He closed his eyes as a wave of drowsiness washed over him.

After Jiang Bing was taken away.

At that moment, a middle-aged man stepped out from the crowd.

He carried himself with dignity and authority, dressed in a dark black uniform with two bars and one star on his shoulders. He was Liu Jun, the Chief Captain of the Southern City Patrol Inspection Office and a Third-Class Inspector.

Only an inspector who held authority over an entire unit could travel on patrol with such a display of flying vehicles.