Explosion 2

Wu Qi had known for some time that there were personnel stationed near Yuekong Martial Arts Hall to protect the premises.

Although he did not know which faction was behind it, he did not care about such a meager number of people.

But now... there were experts hidden among those people!

At this thought, Wu Qi's gaze turned icy, and he whipped his head toward Wang Xinlong.

"Wang Xinlong! You backstabbed me!!?"

Wang Xinlong wore a look of utter confusion. He had no idea what was happening.

Nicholas and Xiao Hong, standing beside him, were equally bewildered.

Looking at it this way, the gunfire from just a moment ago likely wasn't the work of this old man, Wu Qi?

"I... I don't know anything about this. Those aren't my men!" Wang Xinlong quickly looked toward Zhong Can.

Zhong Can's expression was also blank. If he had any backup plans, he wouldn't have been caught off guard by Wu Qi's frontal assault and left kneeling on the ground, severely wounded.

"It wasn't me." He remained silent for a moment before squeezing out a rebuttal.

If he didn't speak up now, seeing the increasingly dangerous glares from both sides, he feared he might die right here on the spot.

Just as all three parties were suspicious and accusing one another of stirring up trouble, squads of fully armed soldiers in black suddenly swarmed the open space around the martial arts hall.

These black-clad soldiers surrounded the entire hall tightly.

In the distance, red laser targeting dots appeared, densely covering Wu Qi, Zhong Can, and the others.

Further away in the sky, drones approached rapidly, hovering in the surrounding air, their machine gun barrels also aimed at the group.

Then, extremely robust Limit Martial Artists emerged from behind the surrounding soldiers, with one or two appearing from every direction.

Every Limit Martial Artist wore lightweight protective gear, adorned with various high-precision auxiliary instruments, and carried the weapons they were most proficient with.

Wu Qi did a rough count; there were ten Limit Martial Artists alone!

The aura of a Limit Martial Artist was completely different from that of an ordinary fighter; that unique blood-energy aura, which only comes from reaching the limits of the human body, was simply incomparable to that of a common practitioner.

Wu Qi's face twitched; he sensed that things were taking a turn for the worse.

At this moment, he could feel at least fifteen firearms aimed at his body from various angles.

As for the people he had brought with him, there was no word from them at all; it was clear they were finished.

The moment he realized that his men had likely met their end, Wu Qi felt his heart convulse.

Those were the vast majority of the elite fighters of the Mantis; if they were all lost, the entirety of Yingxing City would be left defenseless, and the power of the Mantis would be completely hollowed out.

Wang Xinlong and his two companions also grew grave and tense. A new faction had entered the fray, and they clearly did not come with good intentions. They could not afford to be anything but vigilant.

Yet, while they were still on edge, the crowd of soldiers surrounding them slowly parted in the center.

A tall, thin man in a black trench coat with a plain appearance walked out slowly.

"I originally thought you were all just playing around." The man glanced at Zhong Can, then at the corpses on the ground.

"Now it seems, you've taken your games too far."

Wang Xinlong, Nicholas, and Xiao Hong all saw the man who had entered.

It was precisely because they saw his face that their expressions shifted from their previous gravity to sheer stupor.

"Wang... Yiyang?!!"

They could never have imagined that the faction entering at this moment would appear to be led by Wang Yiyang.

Zhong Can, standing to the side, also felt his pupils constrict.

He had spoken face-to-face with Wang Yiyang before, and at that time, he had even considered killing him.

This grandson of the teacher looked like nothing more than an ordinary white-collar office worker.

How could he?? How was this possible??!

Under the shock, the wound on Zhong Can's abdomen nearly tore open again, as he failed to maintain his focus. Terrified, he hurriedly pressed his hand back against the wound.

"Yangyang... you... what is going on here??!" Wang Xinlong took a step forward, his expression dazed. He knew his grandson's capabilities and skills better than anyone.

Why, looking at this scene, did it seem like Wang Yiyang had brought so many people?

Did he call the police? Was he deceived by someone? Or was this not Wang Yiyang at all, but someone else who just happened to look like him???

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, and he lost all sense of logic. To put it simply, 'This isn't scientific!'

He had watched Wang Yiyang grow up year after year. How could that familiar fellow suddenly be shrouded in such mystery and ambiguity?

"Grandpa, Brother Zhong Can." Wang Yiyang first nodded toward his own side, then turned his gaze toward the trio of Wu Qi.

By now, Wu Qi had already hoisted his two useless disciples into his hands, and the three stood together, staring at them with cold, vigilant eyes.

Wang Yiyang smiled.

"At first, when I heard that Grandpa was participating in activities for the elderly, I was actually quite happy.

After all, he's getting on in years and needs something to do; even if it isn't particularly effective, exercising the body and mind is always a good thing."

He paused, the smile on his face gradually fading.

"But who would have thought you people would keep escalating things? It's reached the point where it's no longer about exercise, but has turned into brawling and fighting!"

As his voice rose, the soldiers around him tightened their grip on their firearms, ready to open fire at any moment.

With at least fifty gun barrels trained on them, no one present dared to claim they had any absolute certainty of escaping.

Everyone felt a prickling, needle-like pain across their skin. Every nerve in their bodies was screaming warnings to their brains every single second.

Yet, under the threat of those muzzles, no one dared to move an inch.

"Honestly, I don't understand your martial arts or fighting styles, and I have no interest in doing so." Wang Yiyang's expression was cold. "It's fine for the elderly to move their bodies, but it's wrong to make such a huge mess of things.

When you're old, you should stay home obediently, waiting for your grandchildren to take care of you, instead of running and jumping around outside, pretending you're still young."

His words left not only Wu Qi looking unsightly, but even Wang Xinlong himself felt his old face flush with heat.

"Young man, if we weren't here, do you believe I could kill you with a single finger?! Any one of us here could easily finish you off in a second!"

Wu Qi finally couldn't hold back; suppressing the rage in his heart, he spoke in a gloomy voice.

"Kill me with a finger? Heh..." Wang Yiyang laughed. "A wild boar in a zoo could gore me to death too, but so what? A wild boar is still a wild boar; you don't actually think of it as a person, do you?"

He tapped his own head.

"This is the age of technology, old man. Fighting people with your bare hands? Do you think it's still the era of cold weapons from thousands of years ago? Use your brain, will you?"

Wu Qi's gaze grew icy as he stared fixedly at Wang Yiyang. His fists slowly clenched, tighter and tighter.

"What? Not convinced? Do you believe that with one word from me, you and your disciples would die right here?" Wang Yiyang curled his lips, mocking him.

He couldn't be bothered to look at Wu Qi anymore, shifting his gaze back to Zhong Can.

"Actually, I never wanted to deal with your mess in the first place. As long as the martial arts gym is fine and Grandpa is safe, I don't care how you toss and turn.

When people get old, isn't it nice to have a sunset career?

But what happened? You people forced my hand.

I just wanted to live a quiet, ordinary life, but you wouldn't even grant me that wish. Sneaking around and causing so much trouble."

Zhong Can, despite his calm temperament, felt his chest heaving with anger.

How had he never noticed before that this guy Wang Yiyang had such a sharp tongue? He wanted nothing more than to slap him across the face and make him shut up.

"Brother Zhong Can, you tell me—fighting, fighting, isn't it enough to just spar in the gym? You had to go out and act like a hooligan.

You think your philosophy is high-minded, but in reality? If you play with mud, you're just a mud-maker, aren't you? Still chasing the idea of 'subduing the enemy without fighting'... if you don't throw the mud, who knows you're playing with it?"

Wang Yiyang wore a mocking expression, his gaze turning back to Wu Qi.

"You look very angry? Your face is so red? What? You don't believe me when I say you're just playing with mud? Grandpa had the wisdom to retire while he was ahead, treating martial arts as a way to cultivate his character.

You idiots are different. You think you're hot stuff? You think you can take on ten, or a hundred? Heh."

Wang Yiyang shook his head and smiled. He took a cigarette from Lei Wei, lit it, and took a drag. Then, he slowly exhaled a ring of smoke.

"Do you know how many martial artists were executed by the Federation during the era of reform?"

He flicked the ash from his cigarette and continued.

"Three thousand five hundred and sixty-four."

Hearing this, not only did Wu Qi's expression twist, but Wang Xinlong and the others also looked somewhat dejected.

This piece of history wasn't known to the average person, but those within the circle knew at least a little about it.

Now that Wang Yiyang had pointed it out in public, every martial artist present felt a loss of face.

Even the experts from the Martial Alliance looked displeased.

The people from the Yanhu Sect, however, didn't care. Although they were Limit Martial Artist types, they didn't consider themselves martial artists at all; martial arts and combat techniques were merely one of the ways they killed people. Nothing more.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Wu Qi could no longer suppress the killing intent in his heart. His eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at Wang Yiyang as if he wanted to kill him with his gaze alone.

"Oh? Nothing much to say." Wang Yiyang seemed to snap back to reality. "Just seeing you all fighting so happily, I had a sudden thought, just saying it casually."

He blinked, looked at the three of them, and suddenly added.

"Do you feel like something is heating up in your body?"

"???!!" Wu Qi was shocked to the core. He grabbed his two disciples with his arms, intending to dash away.

But his usually lightning-fast movement technique faltered; the moment he lifted his legs, he felt a lack of power and a wave of weakness.

His energy failed to sustain him perfectly, causing his body to stumble and lag for a split second.

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!!

In an instant, a massive volley of gunfire erupted simultaneously.

Wu Qi's entire body shuddered as if electrocuted. He stiffened, standing bolt upright, and seconds later, his chest and abdomen were riddled with a dense cluster of bloody holes.

"I..." With a heavy thud, he released the two people in his hands and slowly lowered his head, looking at his own torso, which had been turned into a sieve.

"Master!!!"

The red-browed man, one of Wu Qi's two disciples, let out a shrill, furious roar.

Instead of rushing toward his teacher, he wore a ferocious expression, spun his body around, and glared fiercely at Wang Yiyang.

His right hand flicked like lightning from his sleeve.

"I'll kill you!!"

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!!!

Three throwing darts suddenly shot out from his sleeve.

The cross-shaped black darts let out a piercing whistle as they flew viciously toward the defenseless Wang Yiyang.

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