Amid broken walls and ruined houses, true qi collided, sending shattered stones flying.
Three martial artists and one Medicine Slave attacked each other like mad demons, every move ruthless.
Centered on where the four fought, the surrounding dust and rubble were blasted away by true qi, clearing out a vast open space.
They were all equally merciless, but the three martial artists targeted nothing but the Medicine Person's head, internal organs, and the point on his back where he connected to the Soldier Gu.
The Medicine Person, on the other hand, struck directly at their vital points with every move—the weak spots left behind from tempering their bodies over the years.
Even against another second-realm Medicine Person, they themselves could hardly identify every weak point in their own tempered physiques.
The more they fought, the more terrified the three became, realizing something was wrong.
But in such lightning-fast combat, whoever turned first and exposed his back would be the first to die.
Yet if they stayed, the outcome would be the same.
"Rip, rip..."
"Crack, crack..."
Flesh was torn apart, sinews and bones shattered; one muffled groan followed another howl of agony.
Not a single vital point on the three martial artists from the government office escaped Li Si's attention.
In barely twenty exchanges, the three government martial artists had been beaten beyond recognition, their corpses sprawled across the ground.
Pang Gang shuddered inwardly. "What kind of disciple did that old bastard Lu Huai take in... If I'm taken back, I won't have a good end. And one day, Lu Huai himself will probably fall at this man's hands."
Compared with Zhu Li and Shen Yushu, Pang Gang possessed greater knowledge and strength, and he could see that something was amiss with the situation before him.
He did not know