Battle Zhang Sheng! One Kick Shatters a Ten-Foot Mud Wall!! Backing Down

BOOM!

Shi Wen stomped the ground, driving force from his feet through his waist and hips. In an instant, he erupted, unleashing a Prop Punch like a spear thrusting toward Zhang Sheng. The lamb who had appeared silent and honest transformed into a beast, the air-tearing sound of his punch cracking like a thunderclap on flat ground!!

Even though Zhang Sheng was prepared, he was deeply rattled by the suddenness of the opening move.

He retreated half a step, using retreat to advance, his right hand hooking like an eagle claw to collide with Shi Wen's fist.

BANG!!

A dull thud shook up a cloud of dust as fist and claw met. Shi Wen utilized Heavenly Spring Treading, his lower stance remaining as steady as a rock, rooted to the spot.

Zhang Sheng, however, was in a sorry state; his arm went numb, and he was forced back several paces by the impact.

Shi Wen's eyes turned fierce. He pushed off the ground to charge, following up with a Mountain-Splitting Palm that smashed toward Zhang Sheng with overwhelming momentum!

"You fight so ruthlessly?"

Having grown up brawling in the streets, Zhang Sheng possessed a keen sense for danger. He sank his qi into his dantian, spread his arms like an eagle taking flight to deflect the palm, and surged forward instead of retreating. His Black Eagle Claw moved like a blur, sharp currents of air slicing toward Shi Wen.

BANG!

Shi Wen dodged, and the mud wall beside him was gouged with marks over ten centimeters deep.

Zhang Sheng pressed his advantage, his hands moving like shadowless eagle claws. The sharp, whistling air currents transformed into an all-encompassing flurry of afterimages, aiming straight for Shi Wen's heart, throat, and eyes—each strike vicious and seasoned!

At first, Shi Wen was flustered, unaccustomed to such lethal intent in every move.

Several times, he was nearly struck in a vital spot by Zhang Sheng's Black Eagle Claw.

But after six or seven exchanges, he grew accustomed to the opponent's style. Furthermore, Baji Fist was the most explosive and adhesive of all close-quarters martial arts!

Shi Wen adapted to the rhythm of the slaughter, and the panic in his heart dissipated.

He unleashed killing blows with ease, his fist wind growing increasingly swift and seasoned, battering Zhang Sheng until he was bruised and forced into a steady retreat.

Every move and every stance was executed to perfection.

His fist wind was fierce, and his transitions were fast and sharp. Six lethal strikes combined into a seamless, airtight sequence. Within twenty rounds of close combat, Zhang Sheng was left unable to voice his misery.

When they first clashed, the opponent had clearly been flustered.

It was as if he had never experienced a life-or-death struggle before.

But after a dozen rounds, the opponent's combat level had ascended to a new tier.

By now, he was completely suppressed by his opponent!

Could this guy have been playing the fool to lure me in?!

Just as Zhang Sheng was searching for a way to escape, he suddenly saw the opponent throw a feint.

This feint seemed to be a habit of his; he had seen it several times during their exchange.

Every time, he had been scared into dodging, only to be struck by a different move and nearly cough up blood!

This time, he would not be fooled again, no matter what.

"Black Eagle Twists the Snake!"

Zhang Sheng's eyes turned vicious as his claws grabbed fiercely at that arm, intending to use a counter-grapple to suppress Shi Wen.

"Got you!!!"

Zhang Sheng was overjoyed.

However, the next moment, his face was filled with terror.

He saw the kid he had just grappled somehow twist his body, using Zhang Sheng's own momentum to flip within the confined space, rising to smash a Prop Punch into his jaw.

"Iron Eagle Ascends to Heaven!"

Zhang Sheng couldn't help but circulate his blood, using a burst of explosive power to leap backward and evade the punch.

"Mountain Leaning Strike!"

Unexpectedly, Shi Wen, having coiled his strength for the punch, twisted his waist and hips, slamming into Zhang Sheng like a charging beast and sending him flying.

Zhang Sheng's expression turned ugly. He sank his qi into his legs and performed a Thousand-Catty Drop, stabilizing his swaying frame by leaving deep craters in the ground with each foot.

"Lightning Chop!"

Before Zhang Sheng could react, Shi Wen—who had previously favored fists and elbows—suddenly unleashed an Iron Whip Leg. The flying leg was as fast as lightning, kicking Zhang Sheng's knee joint and lower back in the blink of an eye, causing him to stagger.

And that final kick was clearly loaded with even more power!

"Oh no!!!"

Zhang Sheng snapped back to reality, his hair standing on end.

He exploded with all his blood energy to forcibly twist his body, rolling away like a donkey!

BOOM!!!

The moment he dodged, the final kick of Shi Wen's Lightning Chop, infused with all his blood energy, struck out like a thunderbolt. It shattered a mud wall several meters high, and as the dust scattered, the flying debris caused the surrounding Robbery Gang lackeys to cry out in pain and retreat, sparking a scene of chaos!

The onlookers stood there, dumbfounded.

A single kick, shattering a mud wall several meters high—is this even something a human can do?

Zhang Sheng was equally terrified, his hair standing on end as he hurriedly shouted, "Stop, I yield! I yield, brother, you're truly fierce!"

He scrambled away, rolling and crawling until he reached the group of gang members.

Shi Wen took a deep breath to recover his strength, his gaze sharp as he said, "You fought with such vicious intent, and now you want to stop just like that?"

"Brother, brother, I only came over to spar! You were the one who struck first, and every move you made was a killing blow—how could I not give it my absolute all to defend myself?"

Zhang Sheng hurriedly added, "I truly had no ill intentions; I just wanted to make friends with you!"

He was genuinely afraid in his heart.

This guy looked frail, with no visible signs of rigorous training on his body.

Who would have thought his techniques would be so seasoned and ruthless? How could anyone possess such skill without being immersed in the martial path for at least eight to ten years?

Even though he still had more than half of his vitality left, he had no grudge against this person and had no desire to fight to the death.

Provoking a ruthless person for no reason and inviting a fatal disaster was never his intention.

At first, he only wanted to see the other's background and see if he could recruit him, but now that he realized he couldn't win, how could he dare to keep fighting?

Seeing Shi Wen's gaze, those gang underlings also instinctively retreated several steps in fear.

They were certainly not as sturdy as that mud wall; if they were kicked by this person, wouldn't they end up covered in bruises?

"Brother, I really have no malice. I'll pay you! I'll pay you, alright? I won't come to Ghost Lane ever again!"

Zhang Sheng hurriedly pulled out all the banknotes on his person and had a nearby underling take them to Shi Wen. "I was just curious tonight about who was practicing in Ghost Lane and whether it was the one who killed Chen Shuisheng. I truly meant no harm."

"I've been watching you practice from the shadows for over an hour, brother. If I really had malicious intent, how could I have hidden for so long?"

Shi Wen took the small stack of banknotes, his gaze calm.

He didn't say a word, but a single look was enough to make the Robbery Gang underling's legs go weak, causing him to collapse to the ground.

"I only practice in Ghost Lane. I won't interfere with your Robbery Gang, and I hope you won't come to interfere with me in the future."

Shi Wen spoke in a low voice, his calm, water-like eyes meeting Zhang Sheng's.

It was only when Zhang Sheng looked away that he turned to leave, though his muscles remained tense; if the other party made a move, he would bolt immediately!

Fortunately, he walked out of Ghost Lane in peace.

Zhang Sheng and his group simply stood where they were, watching him leave.

Once Shi Wen's figure disappeared, Zhang Sheng finally called over his confidant, gasping as he hissed, "Sss... help me back gently, I think some of my bones are broken!"

"Damn it, who exactly is this ruthless guy? Every move was a killing blow, leaving absolutely no room for survival!"

"Who starts a fight with killing blows? Don't they even bother to test the waters first?"

"Such seasoned fist techniques definitely don't belong to an ordinary person. Every punch landed with such penetrating force? It's absurd! You couldn't possibly have such ruthless and agile moves without seven or eight years of training."

"He even tried to act like a novice to ambush me at the start? If I weren't on the verge of breaking through to the late Blood-Tempering Stage, I might have actually been caught by his trap!"

"Damn it, where did this Blood-Tempering Realm powerhouse come from, hiding here to avoid enemies? That guy Chen Shuisheng is truly unlucky; he wasn't killed by me, but ended up slaughtered by some unknown martial artist instead."