The Peerless Master
Welcome to "I'm Trapped in the Same Day for a Thousand Years," exclusively produced by Sang Ze Feilu Novel Network. Narrated by Wang Xiaomo Lao He. A strong wind swept by, and Wu Chen raised his hand and grabbed the tattooed arm.
Before the stick could strike, Wu Chen pulled to the side and then slammed his knee into the ground, making a loud cracking sound!
The tattooed young man screamed as Wu Chen flung him away, sending him rolling against the wall, clutching his right arm with his left hand and wailing pitifully.
The arm was broken, bent in the opposite direction.
Another young man who was nearby noticed what was happening. Without thinking, he rushed to Wu Chen's side, and just as he raised his baton, he crashed headfirst into the wall.
He was hit in the face by Wu Chen's heavy punch, and fell headfirst, with several teeth flying out of his mouth.
Wow!
Several gasps of surprise rang out, and those in the alley who were close to Wu Chen instinctively stopped what they were doing.
They all saw that the meddlesome man in the suit was not only a skilled fighter, but also extremely ruthless.
Because they subconsciously stopped for a moment, the short-haired young man who had been knocked down took the opportunity to roll up and take two steps toward Wu Chen.
Wu Chen didn't talk to him, and took two more steps into the alley.
This resulted in a situation where the short-haired young man was closer to the alley entrance, while Wu Chen was closer to a group of thugs.
If they want to beat up a young man with short hair, they'll have to beat Wu Chen first.
The short-haired young man leaned against the wall for support, but he could barely stand. His left leg had been hit at least twice with a stick, and although it wasn't broken, it would tremble with excruciating pain whenever he exerted himself.
The girl in the black dress ran to the short-haired young man and helped him up.
This attempt to help him up caused the short-haired young man to lose his balance completely.
He was barely holding on, relying entirely on sheer willpower, which was fueled by adrenaline.
Now, a chivalrous hero has arrived, a true master.
The feeling of being temporarily out of danger, coupled with his girlfriend's concern, made him unable to hold on any longer.
Meanwhile, I thought, "Damn it, meddlesome! Let's do it!"
The white-haired young man among the thugs brandished a baton and shouted.
People in this world all have a sense of pride. They're afraid of being outnumbered. Wu Chen had just crippled two of them, so naturally they couldn't back down. Instead, they were extremely angry and ready to fight!
He'll go!
The group charged forward menacingly, all exceptionally fierce and fearless, except for the white-haired young man.
He's very smart; he started working at 13 and is now a small-time boss.
He knew how to fight a tough opponent; he couldn't just charge in recklessly.
Let the others go first to wear them down, and then he'll go in after his brothers have taken them down.
He had a pretty good idea, but once Wu Chen was taken down, he naturally wouldn't get to do it.
Let the fighting begin!
Wu Chen went up and kicked one over, then grabbed another, and deftly threw him over his shoulder.
The night was dark. Although the moonlight was plentiful tonight, the alley was lined with high walls, making the light inside extremely dim. However, it wasn't so dim that people couldn't be seen clearly; they were just very blurry.
A series of figures, shouts, cries of fighting, collisions, and screams filled the air.
Wu Chen took on twenty people single-handedly, much like a top martial arts master in an old Xiang River movie being cornered in an alley, unstoppable and ruthless.
While the phrase "unstoppable" is certainly an exaggeration, these 20 people were indeed no match for Wu Chen.
Urban warfare is also a very typical tactic, and there are so many movies and TV series with this kind of plot.
Wu Chen practiced standing in an elevator specifically.
Elevator stations are extreme and unique.
As for the stance, Wu Chen hadn't specifically practiced it, but that doesn't mean he hadn't fought it before.
Even in his Youth Reincarnation, if we're talking about fighting, street battles were the most frequent, because street battles don't require any special planning or layout; they can happen naturally.
If you get into trouble and try to run away, but then you get cornered, you're probably stuck in an alley.
Those who escaped are another matter, but those who didn't will naturally engage in urban warfare.
In the Youth Reincarnation, Wu Chen was hacked to death in alleys many times, mainly in the beginning. His memory was poor, and he was always looking for trouble, sometimes for fun, sometimes to practice fighting. Wu Chen fought with reckless abandon, and his opponents fought back with their own recklessness, so he was hacked to death.
This is true in the early stages, but not later, because your skills will improve and you will gain more experience.
Based on his experience in the Millennium Reincarnation, Wu Chen knew that in the East Sea, the hardest opponents were the elite bodyguards of those important figures. However, Dio had no one who could match him, and if he faced a group of them alone, Wu Chen's physical strength would not be able to keep up.
However, the elite bodyguards that Wu Chen is fighting now are not the most difficult ones to deal with. Wu Chen knows them as just a group of thugs and bar thugs, all of whom are at the bottom of the underworld. They have no training in traps, and even if a few of them have some training, they are no match for Wu Chen.
In the alley, Wu Chen beat them up like it was nothing. Because of the terrain, they couldn't attack Wu Chen at the same time; at most, three or four of them could attack together, posing no threat whatsoever.
Haha, wow!
The screams continued.
Holding his girlfriend's hand tightly, the short-haired young man sat against the wall, slowly turning his head to look at Wu Chen as he walked into the alley. He was completely stunned. Wu Chen really did walk in step by step, and those twenty or so people were like suicides, one after another, being knocked down by Wu Chen in just a few moves, and then having their hair grabbed by Wu Chen.
Some people banged their heads against the wall, while others had their legs broken by Wu Chen's kick.
It was actually quite difficult to see clearly because of the darkness of night; everything was very blurry. However, it was precisely this blurriness caused by the darkness, making the details less visible, that made Wu Chen's movements appear even cleaner and more efficient, giving him the air of a cold-blooded killer.
He was ruthless, fast, and surprisingly stylish!
Wu Chen has almost completely redefined how young people with short hair perceive experts.
He had trained, so he understood how powerful Wu Chen's efficient, precise, and swift fighting style was. Even the most skilled martial artist was no match for him.
The short-haired young man stared wide-eyed in astonishment, gradually feeling a surge of excitement.
That's amazing!
The girl in the black dress held the arm of the short-haired young man, their fingers intertwined, and watched in astonishment as Wu Chen pushed her way through.
She also subconsciously whispered to the short-haired young man, "This is more impressive than a few digits, isn't it?"
Holy crap, what the hell is this?
A terrifying sound suddenly came from the alley. It was the white-haired young man who had been standing at the back. He was also stunned and panicked.
It wasn't just him; the white-haired young man in the alley behind him had a more idealistic approach.
Four young men and women got together, and they were the ones who caused this incident today. To be precise, it was the work of a group of punk-haired, skilled young men, whom he had trained.
They had been observing the situation from about 10 meters away in the alley when the short-haired young man and the girl in the black dress fled into the alley. After the thugs chased after them, the group followed them in, still to observe the situation. The white-haired young man was the leader of the thugs, while Peng Ke and the others, judging from their clothes, were rich second-generation heirs who frequented nightclubs.
At this moment, they were also stunned, and even more frightened than the white-haired young man, because they were not from the underworld. It wasn't that they had never been in a gang fight before, but rather that they had never seen a group of people with broken arms and legs being beaten. They had encountered a ruthless person like the Explosive Bull.
They were getting closer and closer. Wu Chen had already taken down fourteen or fifteen people, leaving only a few. They were all a little hesitant to go for it.
Seeing this, and noticing that Wu Chen was still approaching, the white-haired young man gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and charged at Wu Chen with his baton.
He had no choice. If he backed down now, he'd be finished in the underworld.
And if he hides, what will happen to the young masters and ladies behind him?
If they are crippled, but the white-haired young man escapes unharmed, then he must die.
Go ahead, even if you just pretend to get kicked and break a bone, it's better than any other outcome.
With that in mind, the white-haired young man rushed forward, but his hands were equally decisive. He rushed up to Wu Chen and swung his baton directly at Wu Chen's shoulder.
Don't shoot him in the head!
Having been in this business for so many years, he understands that hitting someone on the head with a baton can be fatal. He can't afford to kill anyone; the method is subconscious, it's a habit.
Another one coming up and giving it away for free.
The white-haired young man raised his arm so high that Wu Chen didn't even bother to grab it, given the lack of any defensive attack.
He raised his wrist and kicked with incredible speed.
Mr. Wu!
The white-haired young man suddenly let out a miserable scream, his voice so sharp it sounded like he'd seen a ghost. He had already raised his knee to kick Wu Chen squarely, but after hearing the white-haired young man's ghostly scream, Wu Chen paused for a moment, then naturally lowered his foot.
The white-haired young man looked as if he had seen a ghost.
The alley was too dark, and the white-haired young man could only see Wu Chen's face clearly when he got closer.
Although he had never met Wu Chen before, he had seen photos of Wu Chen, so he recognized him immediately.
Terrified, utterly terrified!
The white-haired young man raised his hand high, still gripping the baton tightly, but he seemed frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at Wu Chen. Not only was his hair white, but his face was also completely pale.
His name is He Ming, nicknamed Whitehead. He is 20 years old and is the head of the Wildcat Bar. The person in charge of the area on Anlong Street, known as the bar street, is named Yu Hailiang, known in the underworld as Big Liang or Brother Liang. He Ming's boss is Yu Hailiang, Yu Hailiang's boss is Zhao Guai Guaizi, one of the four big shots in the East Sea Road. Above him is the well-known Young Master Li Ruotai of the East Sea.
In other words, Wu Chen is the brother-in-law of this Whitehead young man and the elder brother of the elder brother of the famous man.
In the current East Sea region, there are many rumors about Wu Chen, such as what kind of background Wu Chen has, what his relationship with Li Ruobing is like, and even rumors that Young Master Li is somewhat afraid of his brother-in-law. Especially at the lower levels, the rumors are becoming more and more outlandish. Big shots in the underworld, such as Zhao Guai and Wang Zhuangyuan, have told their subordinates to keep their eyes open and not to recognize him.
Offending Wu Chen is more serious than offending Young Master Li himself.
He Ming had seen Wu Chen's photo because the instructions from above had been relayed layer by layer.
Everyone in charge, regardless of rank, has seen Wu Chen's photo.
He Ming has photos of Wu Chen on his phone; they were sent to him by his older brother Yu Hailiang.
Do you know me?
Wu Chen habitually put one hand in his pocket, looked at He Ming, and asked in a very casual tone.
Clang?
He Ming raised his hand, but couldn't even hold onto the baton.
The baton fell to the ground with a crisp sound, which was particularly jarring in the already quiet alley.
Thump!
He Ming's knees buckled, and he knelt down directly in front of Wu Chen.
No one could understand his fear at that moment. He was a lowly gang leader who rarely even saw a kidnapper and had no say in the matter. In front of the famous Mr. Wu, he not only couldn't muster any will to resist, but at this moment, his mind was filled with thoughts of how he would die. His mind was filled with only this thought, and he was trembling with fear.
This matter is far too big. Although they can't defeat Wu Chen, He Ming feels that their attack on Wu Chen has become too big to handle.
Huff, sir, huff, I don't know.
Shen Lin, He Ming managed to speak, his voice trembling.
Those who are deeply involved in the underworld understand best the consequences of offending powerful figures, and they don't even harbor any illusions about escaping punishment.
Thump thump thump!
The four or five thugs who hadn't fallen yet all knelt down one after another. Wu Chen didn't even look at them or have time to pay them any attention. They had been hesitant to attack before, He Ming led the charge. They were originally going to join He Ming in launching one last attack on Wu Chen, but as soon as He Ming called out "Mr. Wu," they all stopped and their expressions immediately turned sour.
They had all heard of Mr. Wu and were hoping against hope that he might have made a mistake.
It wasn't until He Ming knelt down that they realized they hadn't admitted their mistake.
So they all knelt down, afraid that standing would be conspicuous.
Although they understood that this matter might even implicate Master Crutch, which was beyond the capacity of He Ming to handle.
Mr. Hu, please forgive me, please forgive me! I was wrong, please forgive me!
Due to excessive tension and fear, He Ming spoke very quickly, but also somewhat incoherently.
As he spoke, he suddenly reached into his robes, took out something, and patted it.
Because my hand was shaking, I dropped the item on the ground; it was a folded Butterfly Knife.
It then picked up the Butterfly Knife, a move that could easily lead Wu Chen to misunderstand—how dare it take it out again?
But now he's a bit stubborn, his mind is buzzing, and he can no longer think complexly.
He Ming flung the folding knife aside, pressed his left hand to the ground while kneeling, and gripped the Butterfly Knife in reverse with his right hand, then stabbed and slashed downwards with a sudden motion.
He cut off his little finger.
But he didn't cry out; his face just twitched, as if he wasn't in much pain.
The excessive secretion of adrenaline allowed him to temporarily ignore most of the pain.
Mr. Wu, I was wrong, Mr. Wu.
He spoke to Wu Chen in a trembling voice, looking up at Wu Chen with pleading eyes.
Cut off a finger.
Wu Chen didn't ask him to cut it, nor did he follow any rules about cutting.
He acted on his own initiative, but he wasn't innocent; he just thought of it on his own, because there was precedent for it.
Zhao Guai's confidant Beard, had offended Wu Chen, and in the end, he cut off his finger as an apology.
This matter had already spread throughout the underworld. He Ming was also Zhao Guai's people, but at a lower rank. He didn't know if what he was doing would work, and he couldn't think of any way to do it. He was terrified.
These are extreme choices.
Wu Chen stared silently at He Ming, thought for a moment, and then turned his head away from him.
Lian Chaoqiang!
He Ming immediately understood Wu Chen's meaning, and felt a sense of relief, even a feeling of great joy, though he didn't show it.
Wu Chen didn't make things difficult for him.
"Okay, okay," He Ming agreed, scrambling to the wall, kneeling down, facing the wall, and putting his hands behind his head.
Wu Chen turned his head and glanced at the others. The kneeling young men immediately followed suit, scrambling to the wall, kneeling down, facing inward, and putting their hands behind their heads.
In Daoist terms, this is a highly symbolic gesture, representing complete surrender without any defenses.
As they walked, a faint sound came from a dozen meters away. It was the four rich kids, two men and two women. They had just been stunned by what they had seen: Mr. Wu kneeling down and cutting off his finger.
Then the punk youth who was leading the group seemed to realize something and quickly told everyone in a very low voice to run.
The four of them had just turned around, intending to leave silently.
Did I let you leave?
Wu Chen turned his head and glanced at the four of them. His body stiffened, and then he slowly turned back to look at Wu Chen.
The two girls and the other young man were all uneasy.
The leader, Peng Ke, was somewhat frightened because he remembered who Mr. Wu was. His father had mentioned him to him that Mr. Wu would try to run away if he got into trouble.
Wu Chen asked them again in a very casual tone.
The other three didn't know what to say and looked at Punk with unease.
Pompeo's lips twitched, and then he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.
Well, Mr. Wu, we didn't do anything, and he really didn't know what to say, but after saying that, he immediately had an idea.
Hey Mr. Wu, we're just passing by, just here to see what's going on. We don't know them.
Punk hairstyle.
The young man said.
Wu Chen looked at him, and watched him kowtow without saying a word, his Adam's apple bobbing.
He couldn't withstand Wu Chen's gaze and his stage fright.
Indeed, Wu Chen wasn't particularly nervous, but because he knew who Wu Chen was, he felt that Wu Chen was nervous.
He glanced at Wu Chen, then avoided Wu Chen's gaze. His eyes darted around to He Ming and the others kneeling by the wall, then to the people lying on the ground. He shuffled his feet, bumped his head on the ground, and then quickened his pace.
He quickly walked to the wall, knelt down, and put his hands behind his head.
The other three rich kids reacted quickly, then followed suit and knelt down by the wall, burying their faces in their hands.
The alley was silent; even those who had been beaten into submission by Wu Chen lay on the ground, enduring the pain without uttering a sound, pretending to be dead.
They saw the situation, they noticed it, so they thought it was better to stay in bed and make a phone call.
Wu Chen suddenly spoke, then turned and walked towards the alley entrance.
Let them make the call, because this is never going to end, and it's going to escalate into a huge mess.
The key to the escalation lies in the couple they chased earlier, the short-haired young man and the girl in the black dress. Their identities are extremely unusual. If they were seriously injured, even Li Ruotai would have a hard time handling the situation. This is why Wu Chen meddled.
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