Why Risk Your Life Over a Delivery?

Xiang Menqing could no longer dodge in time. Fortunately, Ding Hanlin gave him a pull, and he barely avoided the dagger's strike.

But the martial artist pressed forward again, and the threat of death closed in once more.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce Xiang Menqing's abdomen, Xiao Wang grabbed the martial artist from behind and threw him over his shoulder, flipping him through the air and behind him.

Yet the martial artist did not fall. He landed steadily and quickly raised his dagger to stab Xiao Wang.

Seeing this, Xiao Wang immediately drew his own dagger and charged straight at him.

Just like before, he barely tried to dodge, letting the dagger come at him.

At the same time, his own dagger went for the other man's vital spots.

At first, the other man showed no intention of defending himself either, determined to take Xiao Wang down with him.

But just as the two were about to collide, he hesitated.

"Damn it, you're just a delivery guy. Are you really not afraid of dying?"

The martial artist thought to himself that his earlier move had merely been a test.

Now, he realized that Xiao Wang truly was not afraid of being stabbed.

He did not understand why Xiao Wang was risking his life like this, but he himself had already hesitated. He was only robbing people for money. If this job failed, there would be another chance, but if he lost his life this time, there would never be another chance.

When facing an enemy, hesitation in the midst of battle was a grave taboo.

In that instant of hesitation, his movement had already warped. Although his dagger stabbed into Xiao Wang's body, it landed far from where he had originally aimed.

Xiao Wang, relying on the bead's ability to absorb damage, charged ahead without fear and drove his dagger straight into the man's heart.

After that one stab, he pulled out the dagger and stabbed him more than a dozen times in rapid succession.

Within four or five breaths, the man collapsed without a sound.

This left not only Sister Hua and A Qiang utterly shocked, but Xiang Menqing and Ding Hanlin as well.

"Is this guy really here to make a delivery? Isn't he more like some desperado who got into paradise and started slaughtering everyone?"

Xiao Wang checked the color of the bead in his mind. It had turned pink. Though it had already absorbed quite a bit of damage, it still had plenty of capacity left.

Fortunately, the earlier stab had not been fatal. Otherwise, the bead might have turned black after just one blow.

Although Xiao Wang had been stabbed, he had no intention of stopping the bleeding. Dagger in hand, he went to help Linghu Ke and Zhang Jian.

To Sister Hua and Xiang Menqing, it was as though they were watching a tiger leap into a flock of sheep. More importantly, this tiger was a desperate, life-or-death kind of tiger.

After briefly freezing, the group loaded their guns again, because two gunmen still remained.

Now that Xiao Wang had dealt with the martial artist, there was no longer any danger or interference behind them. They quickly took care of the remaining two gunmen.

On the close-combat side, Linghu Ke and Zhang Jian were fighting six opponents. At first they had been evenly matched, but as their stamina wore down, they gradually fell into a disadvantage.

But at that moment, Xiao Wang charged into the fray.

Linghu Ke saw the blood still flowing from Xiao Wang's abdomen and shouted, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It's nothing."

As soon as Xiao Wang finished speaking, he launched the Tiger Guard Fist.

He had already put away his dagger. He was still not very adept with weapons, and his fists felt more natural.

His fighting style was exactly the same as before. He completely ignored his opponents' attacks, did not defend at all, and only attacked.

His entire approach could be summed up in one word: Fight!

As his fists hammered into his opponents, they also dealt him considerable damage. But he barely paid it any attention, focusing solely on his own attacks while occasionally checking the color of the bead in his mind.

As he went all out, his opponents began dropping one after another.

"What's wrong with this kid? It's like we can't hurt him at all."

Not only were the opposing martial artists astonished, even Linghu Ke and Zhang Jian sensed that something was off.

Xiao Wang deliberately targeted the strongest opponents. He barely avoided their attacks, allowing their blows to land all over him.

Most importantly, they saw that Xiao Wang's movements were not slowing down. Instead, he was becoming fiercer and faster.

Watching him, Zhang Jian could not help saying to Linghu Ke, "Brother, your junior disciple has incredible endurance. He can actually endure this kind of attack without flinching. I think he'll achieve great things someday."

Seeing Xiao Wang's fighting style, Linghu Ke could not tell for a moment whether Zhang Jian was praising his junior disciple or making fun of him.

Still, Linghu Ke could see that Xiao Wang was indeed growing fiercer as the battle went on.

By now, Xiao Wang had nearly forgotten all outside distractions. When enemies attacked, he simply took the damage head-on, but his own offensive rhythm never changed. Every strike went straight for a vital point.

At the same time, Xiao Wang discovered that while the bead darkened as it absorbed damage, its color would also lighten at times as he fought.

"Hmm?"

Xiao Wang froze for a moment, then immediately understood.

This kind of real combat was equivalent to practicing his fist techniques, allowing the damage inside the bead to be converted into martial cultivation.

Once he understood this, Xiao Wang's desire to fight rose another level. He deliberately went wherever the damage was greatest. As long as it was not fatal, he could absorb it and convert it. Why not?

Xiao Wang grew more excited with every strike, more reckless with every strike, and more brutal with every strike.

Watching his fighting style, the opposing men were completely dumbfounded.

Brother, are you really just here to deliver something for someone?

How much were they paying you?

Why are you risking your life like this?!

Sister Hua, Xiang Menqing, and the others had begun to get somewhat used to it, but they were still deeply shocked.

Linghu Ke looked at his junior disciple as if he were seeing a complete stranger for the first time.

Is this really the same person from the martial arts school?

As everyone stood there stunned, Xiao Wang fought with increasing courage. He showed no sign of fatigue, nor any sign that his combat strength was weakening.

At first, Zhang Jian and Linghu Ke found it unbelievable, but gradually, Xiao Wang's fearless, headlong fighting style ignited something in them. Battle intent surged through their bodies. It seemed they had not encountered such an all-consuming battle in a long time.

As martial artists themselves, this was also the kind of fighting state they pursued.

Driven by Xiao Wang, the three men's battle intent rose to another small peak.

Very quickly, the six opponents were defeated and all knocked to the ground.

Four of them still lay there staring blankly at the sky. Where the hell had they found a delivery guy like this? They had never heard of anyone like him before.

After the battle ended, A Qiang and Ding Hanlin stepped forward with their guns raised, preparing to finish the men off.

"Wait."

At that moment, Sister Hua called out.

She handed the sniper rifle to A Qiang, then took the pistol from his hand.

Walking up to one of the martial artists lying on the ground, she asked, "Who sent you?"

The martial artist closed his eyes and said nothing.

"I'm not a patient person. Whoever talks gets to keep his life."

The six men lying on the ground all remained silent.

"You were just doing a job for money, yet you're playing at brotherhood now. Fine, I'll indulge you."

Bang! Bang!

After speaking, Sister Hua fired two shots in succession, taking the lives of two of them.

"All right, now you can tell me."

The remaining four looked at one another, but none spoke immediately.

Bang! Bang!

Sister Hua fired two more shots, sending another two to their deaths.

Then she looked at the last two. "All right, now the chance is yours. You only get one chance. Whoever speaks first lives."

For a moment, the two spoke almost at the same time.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"