Iron Cloth Body Training, Tong Roushan, Three Powers Combined, Kill!

Peace Lane.

Inside the Robbery Gang headquarters, a few underlings were scrubbing bloodstains off the floor and hauling away corpses.

The burly men standing guard chatted amongst themselves.

The topics were mostly about where to gamble or which brothel had a new batch of young, shapely girls.

As for the change in ownership of Peace Lane...

In these chaotic times, it had always been this way: whoever had the hardest fists became the boss!

It made little difference to them who was in charge; after all, the bulk of the money was handed over to the lieutenants, who then passed it up to the gang leader. What did that have to do with them?

It was merely that Zhang Sheng had cooled off too quickly.

He hadn't even settled into his seat before it was snatched away by Iron-Clad Child Meat Mountain!

"Vice Leader!"

"Greetings, Vice Leader!!"

When a short, thin man with a handlebar mustache and triangular eyebrows walked in, the guards standing watch straightened their chests and greeted him.

"Hmm."

Zhou Gaoyi walked in with an arrogant air, not even sparing a glance for the underlings on guard.

He strolled into a courtyard within the headquarters.

Upon seeing the man who sat eating like a mountain of flesh, his original haughtiness transformed into caution and sycophancy. He hurried over, "Boss, the Robbery Gang's accounts have all been settled. Everything is in the accounting room. Would you like to go take a look?"

"No. Go get another table of food and drink."

Child Meat Mountain grabbed a large chunk of fatty pork and stuffed it into his mouth, ignoring his image, his face smeared with grease.

"Yes, this little one will go prepare it right away!"

Zhou Gaoyi offered a fawning smile, but he never expected a commotion and cries of alarm to erupt outside, prompting Child Meat Mountain to grumble in dissatisfaction, "What the hell? Why is it so noisy outside? Can't a man even eat in peace!"

"This little one will go check it out immediately!"

Zhou Gaoyi hurried out, the caution on his face shifting into arrogance and discontent as he strutted outside the courtyard gate.

He pointed at the men and began to curse.

But the moment he saw who had arrived, his eyes widened, and he scrambled back into the courtyard in a panic.

As he ran, he shrieked like a slaughtered pig, "Boss, come quickly! That animal Zhang Sheng has come back to take revenge on you!"

Outside the courtyard.

The Robbery Gang men stared at their former leader, at a loss for what to do.

A dozen men lay on the ground, curled up and wailing in agony; they were the men brought by Iron-Clad Child Meat Mountain, their bones snapped by Zhang Sheng's muscle-tearing, bone-dislocating techniques.

"You damn traitor! I treated you well, and you, you son of a bitch, you betrayed me!!"

Seeing Zhou Gaoyi, Zhang Sheng was so enraged he charged forward.

He didn't make it more than a few steps before he stopped, his gaze fixed solemnly on the person approaching.

A towering figure appeared at the courtyard gate.

He stood a full two meters tall, and even more absurdly, his layers of fat hung off him like rings of tires. Every step he took caused the ground to emit a dull thud.

"Big Brother, be careful. That's Child Meat Mountain. I don't know if he weighs seven hundred pounds, but watch out for his crushing hug."

Zhang Sheng turned back with a grave expression to advise Shi Wen.

Shi Wen said nothing, his pupils narrowing as he sized up Child Meat Mountain.

A two-meter-tall man weighing an estimated seven hundred pounds—anyone would feel the pressure upon seeing him.

"Zhang Sheng, it's one thing for you to come back here to die, but you brought someone else to die with you?"

Child Meat Mountain held a boiled pig's trotter, his mouth covered in grease, "And why are you wearing a mask? Is this a game for children?"

Shi Wen stepped forward abruptly.

His muscles tensed.

The deeper he entered a combat state, the calmer his eyes became.

Conversely, his body began to tremble slightly, as if he were a novice who had never fought before.

This slight movement made Zhang Sheng's face twitch. He truly didn't know how Shi Wen managed to fake such a subtle act.

Anyone who didn't know better would truly think this was someone who had never been in a fight!

"Hahahaha! Zhang Sheng, finding someone who has never fought to come here and die—you really are something. I'll tear him apart first, then I'll tear you to shreds!"

Child Meat Mountain hurled the pig's trotter at Shi Wen.

The moment Shi Wen dodged, the man—like a mountain of flesh—charged directly at him, his terrifying weight causing the very ground to tilt and shake!

BOOM!

The moment Shi Wen dodged to the side, that wall was smashed to rubble by Tong Roushan!

Seeing Shi Wen evade, Tong Roushan swung his arms like iron pestles. As he channeled his energy, his fat-laden arms swelled like inflated balloons, and a faint metallic luster shimmered across his body.

Shi Wen took one look and was quite astonished.

He had not expected this man to have tempered his entire body of flesh into a layer of incredibly thick calluses!

How many years of immersion in the path of hard-body training must it have taken to reach this level?

BANG!

Shi Wen dodged to the side, power rising from his feet as he unleashed a Crushing Punch toward Tong Roushan's flank, but his fist felt as if it had struck soft, fatty meat, sliding off the surface instantly.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!

In the span of only a few breaths, Shi Wen's fists fell like a torrential downpour, striking Tong Roushan's flank in rapid succession.

But Tong Roushan's fat was like layers upon layers of thick, stacked cowhide.

Aside from dull thuds, his punches failed to inflict any substantial damage.

Caught off guard by the barrage, Tong Roushan stumbled back several steps.

He slammed his final foot into the ground, sinking a dozen centimeters into the earth. While forcefully stabilizing his stance, he lunged forward with both arms in a bear hug, intending to crush Shi Wen in two!

Shi Wen was fast.

He kicked off the man's body, using the force to retreat several meters away.

During this time, the two engaged in a battle that was heart-stopping to behold!

The two-meter-tall man, looking like a mountain of flesh, charged madly at the masked man; wherever he went, walls and trees alike were smashed or snapped by the brute.

The fat man looked clumsy and slow in his movements.

Yet he possessed immense weight and terrifying strength; if one were to be rammed or caught in that bear hug, even an iron man would likely be squeezed to pieces.

"Damn it! Can you only run? Do you not dare to face me head-on?"

"Don't let me catch you!!"

Tong Roushan had been chasing for a long time without success, his temper flaring in frustration.

His weight and hard-body training were his advantages, but for someone like Shi Wen—who possessed a light frame, fluid techniques, and explosive speed—he had truly met his natural enemy.

Suddenly, the running Shi Wen abruptly turned back, twisting his waist and hips as he planted his feet. With all his strength gathered into his fist, he unleashed a Prop Punch that whistled through the air!

"You're courting death!!"

Seeing this, Tong Roushan was overjoyed and swung his own fist to meet it.

BOOM!

The air vibrated with a dull roar.

Tong Roushan's expression shifted violently. The skin on his right fist, which had made contact with Shi Wen's, burst open, and the sound of shattering bone followed. The fat on his arm rippled in wave-like patterns, and he could not help but stagger back several steps!

Blood surged up Tong Roushan's throat, and iron-scented blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

A look of shock appeared on his face, seemingly stunned as to how this person's blood-energy could penetrate his own defenses!

Clearly, his blood-energy was surging throughout his entire body.

His skin was thick, his flesh tough, and his resilience unparalleled.

Even an ordinary martial artist in the Blood-Coagulation Realm—if they were not specialized in strength—might not have been able to break his defense!

"Yama Beckons!"

Before Tong Roushan could react.

Shi Wen used the momentum to grab his clothes and pull. As he slammed his entire body into Tong Roushan's chest, power rose from his feet, his waist and hips twisted, and surging blood-energy poured into his elbow.

The muscles at the point of his elbow instantly thickened several times over!

The fierce, violent wind scraped against Tong Roushan's face, making it impossible for him to even open his eyes.

He roared, forcing all his blood-energy toward his chest, where it was clearly visible that his fat had transformed into something akin to a tempered Iron Shirt!

BOOM!!

The sound of metal striking metal rang out.

Shi Wen's elbow smashed into Tong Roushan's chest, causing it to cave in as the sound of shattering bones erupted like popping beans.

Tong Roushan wailed as he retreated several steps; a fist-sized indentation appeared in the flesh beneath his shredded clothes. Had he not condensed his skin into an iron-like armor while channeling his blood-energy, that elbow would have been enough to blast his chest apart!!

However, while he could defend against external force, he could not stop the piercing momentum!

Tong Roushan felt as if his internal organs were being torn apart by chariots, and he vomited blood from his mouth.

"Five Mountains Facing Heaven Cone!"

Shi Wen's movements were faster than Tong Roushan's!

He slammed a Mountain-Splitting Palm toward Tong Roushan's neck, causing his opponent's already unstable frame to stagger even further.

His palm hooked, his five fingers turning into iron hooks; as he shifted from palm to claw, surging blood energy flooded into his fingers, forcibly gouging five bloody holes into Tong Roushan's neck!

"Iron Claw Rips Heaven!"

Shi Wen channeled his blood energy into his hands, whipping up a sky full of afterimages as he struck rapidly at Tong Roushan's eyes, temples, armpits, groin, and ribs.

Tong Roushan could not dodge in time.

His clothes shredded, and deep, bone-exposed wounds appeared all over his body!

Had it not been for the way his fat had hardened like cast bronze while his blood energy surged, he would have been torn apart by Shi Wen's steel claws just now.

"Yama Beckons!"

"Yama Beckons Again!"

Shi Wen let out two sharp grunts, the bricks beneath his feet cracking under the pressure.

Like a fierce tiger ascending a mountain, he launched himself into the air with explosive momentum, swinging his elbow down toward Tong Roushan's face. The tremendous impact sent Tong Roushan flying, spitting out a dozen white teeth and a mouthful of blood mixed with bits of flesh!

Tong Roushan's external training was extraordinary; he had spent years painstakingly cultivating the Iron-Clad Skill.

Even when encountering warriors in the Blood-Coagulation Realm, he had never been in such a sorry state.

It was a pity that tonight he had run into Shi Wen, a highly unusual warrior whose every punch and kick inexplicably carried a piercing momentum.

A force inexplicably penetrated his body, inflicting damage upon him.

Once he circulated his blood energy, the damage would erupt dozens of times over—it was the bane of his external cultivation!

"Ah!!!!! I'm going to kill you!"

With one eye blinded and his body a mass of mangled flesh, Tong Roushan charged at Shi Wen in a rage.

His attacks had completely lost all semblance of technique.

Shi Wen leaped, raising his leg to unleash a Lightning Chop.

The first two strikes slammed into Tong Roushan's ankle and knee, while the final kick erupted with the raw power of a tiger or bear. Like a falling iron hammer, it kicked the nearly seven-hundred-pound Tong Roushan flying six or seven meters away!

"Die!"

Shi Wen let out a low roar.

He charged to build momentum, lifting his iron leg as seventy percent of his blood energy poured into this Mountain-Splitting Leg, slamming it down upon Tong Roushan without a shred of mercy!

With a thunderous "boom," the entire courtyard seemed to shake.

Tong Roushan's skull shattered instantly!!

Blood sprayed from his neck, splattering the ground, and the headless, obese body ceased its twitching.

All sound came to an abrupt end...