Peace Lane.
Inside the Robbery Gang headquarters, some underlings were scrubbing bloodstains off the ground and hauling away corpses.
The burly men on guard chatted among themselves.
Mostly about where to go gamble, or which brothel had just gotten a batch of pretty young girls.
Peace Lane had changed hands...
The world was always this chaotic. Whoever had the hardest fists became the boss!
Whoever became the boss made little difference to them. Most of the money went to the gang leaders, who then handed it over to the gang boss. What did any of that have to do with them?
It was just that Zhang Sheng had gone down too soon.
He hadn't even settled into his position before Iron-Clad Child Meat Mountain snatched it away!
"Deputy Boss!"
"Greetings, Deputy Boss!"
A short, thin man who looked like a scholar, with a mustache and sharply angled brows, walked in. The men on guard hurriedly straightened up and greeted him.
"Mm."
Zhou Gaoyi strode in arrogantly, not even sparing the underlings on guard a glance.
He sauntered into a courtyard inside the headquarters.
When he saw the man sitting there eating, who looked like a mountain of meat, his arrogance melted into caution and fawning. He hurried over. "Boss, I've finished sorting out the Robbery Gang's accounts. Everything's in the account room. Would you like to take a look?"
"No. Go get another table of food."
Tong Roushan grabbed a huge slab of fatty pork and stuffed it into his mouth without a care for appearances, his lips slick with grease.
"Yes! I'll get right on it!"
Zhou Gaoyi smiled obsequiously, but just then, a commotion and cries of alarm rang out beyond the courtyard. Tong Roushan scowled. "What the hell? Why's it so noisy outside? Can't a man eat in peace?"
"I'll go check!"
Zhou Gaoyi hurried out. His cautious expression turned arrogant and displeased as he strutted to the courtyard gate.
He pointed at the men and started cursing.
But when he saw who had come, his eyes widened. He turned and ran back into the courtyard in a panic.
As he ran, he shrieked like a slaughtered pig, "Boss, get out here! That beast Zhang Sheng's come back for revenge!"
Outside the courtyard.
The Robbery Gang men stared helplessly at their former leader.
A dozen or so men lay curled up on the ground, wailing in agony. They were men Iron-Clad Child Meat Mountain had brought with him, and Zhang Sheng had dislocated their joints and broken their bones with his Tendon-Splitting Bone-Dislocating Strike.
"You damn traitor! I treated you well, and you betrayed me!"
When Zhang Sheng saw Zhou Gaoyi, he charged at him in a fury.
But after only a few steps, he stopped and warily watched the newcomer.
A towering figure appeared at the courtyard gate.
He stood a full two meters tall. More absurdly, he was covered in so much fat that it hung from him in rolls like tires. Each step landed with a heavy thud.
"Big Brother, be careful. That's Tong Roushan. I don't know if the bastard weighs seven hundred pounds, but watch out for his crushing embrace."
Zhang Sheng turned back gravely and warned Shi Wen.
Shi Wen said nothing, studying Tong Roushan with narrowed eyes.
A two-meter-tall fatty who looked to weigh seven hundred pounds—anyone would feel the pressure just looking at him.
"Zhang Sheng, coming back here to die was foolish enough, but you brought someone else along to die with you?"
Tong Roushan held a cooked pork leg in one hand, his mouth greasy as he ate. "And what's with the mask? Playing make-believe like a little kid?"
Shi Wen suddenly walked forward.
His muscles tensed.
The deeper he sank into battle, the calmer his eyes became.
His body, on the other hand, trembled slightly despite himself, like a novice who had never been in a fight.
That subtle movement.
Made Zhang Sheng's cheek twitch slightly. He had no idea how Shi Wen managed to fake a twitch like that.
Anyone who didn't know better would really think he'd never been in a fight!
"Hahahahaha! Zhang Sheng, you brought some guy who's never fought before to die? You've got guts! I'll tear him apart first, then rip you to shreds!"
Tong Roushan hurled the pork leg at Shi Wen.
The moment Shi Wen dodged, Tong Roushan charged straight at him like a mountain of meat. His terrifying weight made the ground seem to tilt and shudder!
Boom!
As Shi Wen slipped aside, Tong Roushan smashed straight through a wall!
Seeing Shi Wen dodge, Tong Roushan swung both arms at him like iron clubs. As he activated his technique, his fat arms swelled like balloons being pumped full of air, and a faint metallic sheen shimmered across his body.
Shi Wen glanced at him, quite surprised.
He hadn't expected the man to have tempered his skin and flesh into thick, calloused armor!
How many years had he spent immersed in external training to reach this level?
Thud!
Shi Wen dodged sideways and drove a force-from-the-ground explosive punch into Tong Roushan's flank, but his fist felt as if it had struck a mound of soft fat, which slid aside and deflected the blow.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!
In the space of a few breaths, Shi Wen's fists fell like a downpour, hammering Tong Roushan's flank again and again in quick succession.
But Tong Roushan's fat was like layer upon layer of thick cowhide leather.
Shi Wen's fists landed with muffled thuds, but did no real damage.
Caught off guard by the blows, Tong Roushan stumbled back several steps.
Then he stamped down hard. His leg sank several inches into the ground, anchoring him in place as he thrust both arms forward and clamped them around Shi Wen, trying to crush him in two!
Shi Wen was fast.
He kicked Tong Roushan and used the force to retreat several meters.
The two fought in a savage clash that made everyone watching tremble with fear!
The two-meter-tall fatty, a veritable mountain of meat, charged at the masked man in a frenzy. Wherever he went, walls and trees alike were smashed apart.
The fatty didn't look very agile. His movements were sluggish.
But his weight was immense, and his strength was monstrous. If he hit someone or locked them in his embrace—
Even an iron man would be crushed to pieces.
"Damn it! All you do is run! Are you afraid to face me head-on?"
"Don't let me catch you!"
Tong Roushan chased him for a long time without catching him, growing more and more furious.
His weight and iron-hard training were advantages, but against someone like Shi Wen, who was light on his feet and whose techniques flowed together with blinding speed—
He had truly met his natural enemy.
Shi Wen, who had been darting around, suddenly wheeled back. He twisted his waist and hips, planted his feet, and gathered all his strength into his fist. A Prop Punch, accompanied by a sharp crack through the air, shot toward Tong Roushan!
"You're courting death!"
Tong Roushan was delighted. He swung his fist at Shi Wen's.
Boom!
The air shuddered with a dull thud.
Tong Roushan's expression changed dramatically. The flesh of his right fist, which had met Shi Wen's, burst open, and his bones cracked. Rolls of fat rippled along his arm as he staggered backward several steps!
Blood surged up Tong Roushan's throat, and metallic-tasting blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Shock filled his face. He couldn't understand how this man's force had pierced his defenses!
His qi and blood clearly surged all around him.
His skin was rough and his flesh thick, his body incredibly tough.
Even an ordinary Blood-Coagulation Realm martial artist might not be able to break through his defenses in a head-on clash, unless they were exceptionally strong!
"Yama Beckons!"
Before Tong Roushan could react,
Shi Wen seized his clothes and yanked him closer. At the same time, he drove forward into Tong Roushan's arms, power rising from his feet as he twisted his waist and hips. Surging qi and blood poured into his elbow.
The muscles around his elbow swelled several times over in an instant!
The vicious gust of force was so fierce that Tong Roushan couldn't even open his eyes.
He roared and drove all his qi and blood into his chest. The flesh there visibly transformed into an Iron Cloth Shirt, tempered like steel by a thousand blows!
Boom!
The sound of metal crashing rang out.
Shi Wen's elbow caved in Tong Roushan's chest, and his bones cracked like beans popping.
Tong Roushan howled and staggered backward several steps. Beneath his torn clothes, a fist-sized depression appeared in his flesh. If he hadn't condensed his qi and blood into an iron-like outer shell, that elbow strike would have smashed his chest apart!
But while he could guard against external force, he couldn't guard against the force that pierced through him!
Tong Roushan felt as if his internal organs were being torn apart, and he vomited blood in great spurts.
"Five Mountains Facing Heaven Cone!"
Shi Wen was faster than Tong Roushan!
He slammed a Mountain-Splitting Palm into Tong Roushan's neck, making his already unsteady figure stagger even more.
His palm curled into a hook, his five fingers like iron claws. The palm became a claw, and his surging qi and blood rushed into his fingers. He gouged five bloody holes into Tong Roushan's neck!
"Iron Claw Rips Heaven!"
Shi Wen sent his qi and blood surging through both hands. His arms blurred into countless afterimages as he clawed at Tong Roushan's eyes, temples, armpits, groin, and ribs.
Tong Roushan couldn't dodge in time.
His clothes tore to shreds, and deep wounds that exposed bone opened across his body!
If not for the qi and blood coursing through him, making his fat as hard as cast bronze and forged iron, Shi Wen's steel claws would have torn several gaping holes in him.
"Yama Beckons!"
"Yama Beckons Again!"
Shi Wen let out two sharp grunts, and the bricks and stones beneath his feet cracked.
Like a fierce tiger climbing a mountain, he sprang forward with explosive force, then swung his elbow at Tong Roushan's face. The tremendous power sent Tong Roushan flying, and more than a dozen white teeth and a mouthful of blood mixed with flesh burst from his mouth!
Tong Roushan's iron-hard training was formidable. He had painstakingly cultivated his Iron-Clad Skill for years.
Even when he encountered Blood-Coagulation Realm martial artists, he had never been this badly beaten.
Unfortunately, tonight he had run into Shi Wen, an exceptionally unusual martial artist. Every punch and kick carried a mysterious penetrating force.
That force somehow pierced into his body and injured him.
And once he activated his qi and blood, the damage erupted dozens of times over. Shi Wen was the natural enemy of a practitioner of external training like him!
"Argh!!!!! I'll kill you!"
Tong Roushan had lost sight in one eye, and his flesh was a bloody mess. He charged at Shi Wen in a fury.
His attacks had lost all form.
Shi Wen leapt up and launched Lightning Chop.
His first two kicks smashed into Tong Roushan's ankle and knee. Then the final kick erupted with the immense power of a tiger or bear, like an iron hammer crashing down. It sent Tong Roushan, who weighed nearly seven hundred pounds, flying six or seven meters!
"Die!"
Shi Wen roared.
He charged in, gathered force, and raised his iron-hard leg. He poured seventy percent of his qi and blood into this Mountain Splitting Leg and brought it down without mercy on Tong Roushan!
There was a booming crash, and the courtyard seemed to shake.
Tong Roushan's head shattered on the spot!
Blood spurted from his neck, splattering the ground. His headless, obese body stopped twitching.
All sound died away...
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