From Igniting Talent to Becoming a Demon God Section 43

Xu Peng, who had been wildly arrogant just moments ago, lay on the floor, his body curled weakly on the ground.

His sunken chest had clearly had its thoracic vertebrae broken. His head was swollen, his skin split open as blood kept flowing out. Every faint breath brought up bloody froth. He was plainly badly injured and unconscious.

The atmosphere sank into stillness. The entire factory fell deathly silent in an instant, so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

Gulp!

Someone swallowed unconsciously, the sound especially jarring.

Their legs seemed nailed in place, unable to move. Every member of the Rock Gang wore a look of shock and doubt, frozen where they stood with metal bats in hand.

Rustle.

Amid the slight movement, Lu Chao slowly drew back his fist and lowered both arms.

Without even glancing at Xu Peng on the ground, he swept a cold gaze around the area, then turned to look at the muscular man in the vest who was still grappling and pinning down Zhao Yuanqing.

"I'll give you three counts."

His voice was not loud, but it carried a trace of chill.

Zhao Yuanqing, half-kneeling on the ground, was a little dazed and failed to react.

The man restraining him had a shifting expression. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Combat Grade?"

He could hardly believe it. Was this someone from Hongyi Society?

"Three."

Facing him coldly, Lu Chao turned fully around.

"Wait, this was that brat Xu Peng's own idea..."

"Two."

Taking one step forward, Lu Chao stood half a meter in front of him.

The other man was clearly a little taller, but under Lu Chao's gaze, the muscular man in the vest who had subdued Zhao Yuanqing went pale, and a fine sheen of cold sweat seeped across his forehead.

In actual combat, a burlier build meant greater strength, stronger endurance, and better odds of winning.

Not to mention that he had also implanted two civilian-model bionic prosthetic arms, and even the organs in his chest—his lungs—had been replaced with prosthetics.

But.

His were only basic models.

Against a fighter whose Vitality exceeded twenty points and who had undergone the first qualitative transformation...

"One."

"I surrender."

The muscular man in the vest hurriedly released Zhao Yuanqing, his face pale, his eyes fearful as he stepped back.

The crisis was resolved. Everything was over.

But.

Thud!!

In that seemingly relaxed instant—

He suddenly stomped the ground and charged forward, glowing lines flashing across both arms!

Like a giant bear clapping its paws, his face twisted viciously as both arms swept together through the air, smashing hard toward Lu Chao's head.

Bang!!

Unexpectedly, their fists collided.

Lu Chao stood openly and squarely in place, the muscles of his arms knotted, like straight javelins.

A wisp of white air burst open in front of him, stirring up the wind. Zhao Yuanqing, half-kneeling on the ground, only felt the air above his head whirl past, a little cold.

"Martial arts!"

Behind him, the muscular man in the vest's pupils contracted, his gaze stopping at once between their colliding fists.

Those grayish-white fists were as solid as stone, perfectly blocking the sneak punch he had just launched.

"You..."

"Too late!"

Lu Chao stepped forward with his right leg, and the factory floor trembled slightly.

Savage brute force surged forward, traveling along his legs and through his waist and hips before crashing into his arms and fists. It erupted all at once, making the muscular man in the vest lose his balance and slide backward.

And Lu Chao seized the opening.

Boom!!

His waist, shoulders, and back twisted at the same time, unleashing power!

Lu Chao's left arm drove forward, tearing through the air without the slightest flourish, smashing viciously toward the man's chest and abdomen.

Thud!

The bionic arms that were barely managing to block him were smashed apart head-on, scattering left and right to reveal a wide-open weakness.

Lu Chao's eyes were cold, and his right arm followed close behind.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!!

A barrage of punches blasted out like hard stones shooting through the air, dragging up a swath of pale gray afterimages.

In just two short seconds, he threw nearly ten punches, each heavy blow smashing hard into the burly man in the vest's chest and lungs.

The man's body visibly shook as if struck by a massive force, and he kept staggering backward.

Lu Chao stepped forward with the momentum, and in the span of a few breaths, the two of them had passed the truck and arrived before a thick steel support column of the shed.

Blood seeped from the corner of the burly man's mouth. His eyes bulged wide, bloodshot eyeballs almost protruding, and his whole body was pressed against the steel column, leaving him nowhere left to retreat.

And in that very instant—

Whoosh!!

Lu Chao drew back his right arm like a bow, and a hook shot out across the air.

Thud!!

The fist landed, smashing violently into the man's jaw.

The air went still, leaving only the muffled blast echoing.

A faint streak of white airflow could be seen spreading outward in a circle with the two men at its center, scattering even the dust and debris kicked up from the ground around them.

Everyone's eyes froze as they stared fixedly over.

At last—

Thud!

The burly man in the vest, one meter eighty-five tall and weighing over a hundred kilograms, actually went weak in the knees and dropped to the ground on his knees against the steel column.

The repair shop floor shook for an instant. His eyes had rolled back, blood kept spilling from his mouth, and only a faint breath that was almost gone remained.

"This..."

The three mechanics nearby all widened their eyes, somewhat dazed.

The wretched Old Dong loosened up even more, snapping out of his blank shock as he looked to either side.

The two Rock Gang members who had been holding him up had gone pale, trembling instinctively as they backed away.

As for the other Rock Gang members farther off, their expressions shifted, and they finally reacted.

"Fuck, Brother Biao's down too!"

"Run!"

"Get out!"

Amid the terrified uproar, they all dropped their metal bats, hurriedly turned around, and, in a panic, jumped onto their motorcycles and fled quickly.

Some failed to get on in time and cursed loudly as they sprinted madly after the others, while one or two were scared out of their wits and crouched in the corner, shrinking back, not daring to move.

In the blink of an eye, the hum of engines grew farther and farther away, and red taillights vanished rapidly into the night.

There was no pursuit, and he did not think there was any need to chase them.

Lu Chao glanced at the two Rock Gang members crouching in the corner, then withdrew his gaze, lowered both arms, and looked ahead.

Their eyes met, just as the half-kneeling Zhao Yuanqing looked over.

"Can you get up?"

Lu Chao saw the astonishment and shock in his eyes.

At some point, his formerly cold, hard expression had turned into a smile. He held out his right arm toward Zhao Yuanqing and asked softly.

The other man was first startled, then opened his mouth.

His gaze shifted instinctively, then stopped on Lu Chao's right fist, whose color was changing and gradually returning to an ordinary skin tone.