Charles stepped on the ground, rushed forward and punched out without hesitation, straight into the face of the person coming.
Bang!
The lightning-fast punch was suddenly intercepted by a hand that stretched out from midair. Charles's body, which was charging by inertia, suddenly stopped, and his entire body changed from extremely fast to extremely still. He felt that his punch was like hitting a steel plate, unable to move forward an inch. The power of his fist was also easily dissipated by the opponent.
"you… "
"Don't get me wrong, we're one."
Kaxiu looked at Charles, who was staring at the boss, and said in a calm tone. Then he shook his right hand and pushed his palm forward.
The second elder Charles, who originally wanted to switch to his left hand and attack quickly again, stepped back. A huge force that he could not resist burst out from the palm that had touched him before. Charles took more than ten steps back before he could barely support his body.
"Elder." "Second Elder, are you okay..."
Hong Jiuquan and others who were gathered in the living room came over.
Only the cute green-haired girl in the corner stood there in a daze, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, looking at Kaxiu in surprise. She looked a few more times, and after she was completely sure, she walked forward and opened her mouth and said, "Is it Mr. Kaxiu?"
"Ms. Neve."
Kaxiu looked over and nodded. He still had some impression of this kind-hearted green-haired girl.
Two minutes later.
After hearing what Neve said, everyone quickly believed that Kaxiu was one of their own who came to help. Charles, who had been hammering his right shoulder with his left hand, apologized and said, "Mr. Kaxiu, I misunderstood. I thought those traitors broke in just now..."
"fine."
Kaxiu slowly tore off a piece of black cloth from his shoulder. This whole set of clothes had just been bought not long ago, and after a battle, it turned into a ragged beggar's outfit as expected.
Beside him, Charles took a deep breath and said, "Thank you for coming to help, Your Excellency. The mobilization of the traitors and the gunfire just now were probably caused by Mr. Kaxiu rushing in."
"In fact, Mr. Kaxiu doesn't need to take such a risk. After all, there are quite a few traitors, and there are also a large number of White Rose's gunmen." Charles admired Kaxiu's bravery in breaking through the siege, but from a strategic point of view, this behavior is not very useful. It would be better if there was a group of people outside the Red Eagle Fist Dojo headquarters, and then these people inside Charles would cooperate with each other. Of course, Charles would not say this idea out loud. He adjusted his mood a little.
"Mr. Kashu, you've come all the way here. What's the specific situation in the dojo?" Charles added, "If we can understand the general arrangement of the other side's warriors and gunmen, and with Mr. Kashu's help, maybe we can break out."
“Kill them all.”
"Oh, kill them all. Then we can...ah? Kill, kill them all!
"Charles's voice suddenly rose by one decibel in the second half of his speech, and his cloudy old eyes widened.
"Yes, all of them are gone." Kaxiu nodded honestly.
"This..." "Is this true?!" "No way."
Behind Charles, the other two elders and the disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. They had just experienced firsthand how many enemies there were, with one-third of the Red Eagle Fist headquarters defecting, plus many gunmen from the White Rose Killer Camp.
There are at least a hundred people in the dojo headquarters.
Among them, there are even boxer-level masters such as the Great Elder and the Fifth Elder. Especially the Great Elder Dyson, whose strength ranks first in the Red Eagle Boxing Sect. Sect Master Orn, who is at the Great Perfection level of a boxer, is not his opponent and can only rank below him.
Listening to the incredible voices beside her, Niv said, "Mr. Kaxiu, I visited my grandfather in Death Canyon two months ago. The two of them had a fight, but there was no winner..."
As soon as the crisp voice came out, the chattering stopped. Niv's grandfather was naturally the old master of the Red Eagle Fist, Blood Fist Feng Liusi. He was a fighter-level figure, and Mr. Kaxiu in front of him was able to fight the old master to a draw, so he was obviously also a top fighter!
Fighter, these three words represent the pinnacle realm of today's secret martial arts world, or at least the limit of secret martial artists on the surface.
No one knew how powerful a fighter could be, but the name alone was enough to convince people, and it added a bit of credibility to whatever he did.
Suddenly, everyone looked at Kaxiu with respect. Second Elder Charles seemed to have not expected that the dilemma he faced in the previous second would be easily solved in the next second. The abrupt contrast made him stand there in a daze, and after a pause, he asked the question in his mind: "Mr. Kaxiu, what about Dyson..."
"Who is Dyson?"
"Um... an old man with a goatee..."
"Oh, kill it."
Kaxiu answered the question clearly and neatly.
Another five minutes passed.
Kashu, Charlesneve and others were walking on the road of the dojo headquarters. There were bloodstains everywhere, on the stone floor, white walls, and green grass. When they stepped on it, the half-coagulated blood was like glue and was extremely sticky to their feet. Every time they lifted the soles of their shoes, they would make a terrifying snapping sound.
"You guys go over there and see if there's anyone alive in the direction of the cafeteria." "You guys go this way, there might be some fish that have escaped the net in the playground." "Look carefully for the captives."
The second elder, Charles, kept giving orders, and dozens of people followed behind him, dividing into several teams and heading in different directions.
Only Kaxiu and the other three were left on this road, and they came to the central area where the sect master and elders usually worked. Just after turning the corner, a strong smell of blood hit their noses. Niv looked ahead, her face pale, and she turned around and vomited on the spot.
Charles was also a little uncomfortable, but after all, he had experienced many murders, so he still looked forward. It was a scene of a sea of blood and corpses, with bodies lying in pools of red and black blood everywhere, with broken bodies and arms, and a miserable death.
Buzzing flies landed on the cross-section of the severed limb, a lake of blood and flesh, jumping between the black barrels and red muscle fibers.
Two minutes later.
The second elder, Charles, found his old enemy, the Red Eagle Fist's great elder, Dyson. He found the body of an old man with a broken neck. There were no signs of fighting or struggling, only a fatal wound on the neck.
This was more terrifying than the miserable corpse, which meant that his opponent had no tricks or temptations. It was a clean and neat move that killed Dyson, leaving him no room for resistance. A master of boxing died just like that.
Charles glanced at Kaxiu who had an expressionless face beside him.
Although he was one of his own, he inexplicably felt that beneath that handsome and delicate young man's face, there seemed to be a demonic and terrifying inner self that would jump out and eat people at any moment.
This reverie made him shiver involuntarily.
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A few kilometers away, on the outskirts of Mia City.
A manor with an ancient appearance, built in the center of a dense forest, surrounded by lush green trees.
Some of the green branches stretched out too long and rested on the two-meter-high white wall, rubbing against the breeze.
From time to time, one or two birds could be heard in the forest.
ah!
A dark shadow suddenly flew over from the wall, smashed the branches, and finally fell to the ground with a plop. He struggled for a while, rolled two or three times, and finally vomited blood and died.
Inside the wall, in the manor.
whoosh!
A crystal blue whip flashed a translucent luster in the sun, and it wrapped around the neck of a gunman like lightning. Slightly lifted up, the whip became hard near the handle.
He picked it up casually as if he was fishing.
"You were the one who shot me in the back just now..."
The elegant-looking Saint Finan had a smile on his face, not looking angry at all. The gunman who was hanging in the air struggled even more violently, his two frost-covered hands tightly grasping the whip, his lower body kicking like a frog.
"Oh? You have guts. If you don't want to talk, then go die."
Sheng Feinan raised his eyebrows, and the long whip in his hand shrank like a snake. With a tear, a head was cut off.
He flicked the whip, and blood flew out. Then he set out to hunt down the remaining defenders in the manor.
In the open space, dozens of gunmen's bodies were lying in various places. Some were covered in frost, some had their necks broken, some died with their eyes open, and some were thrown and hung on trees.
In the middle, a freshly baked head was placed on the abdomen of the headless corpse. The corpse's hands were slightly bent inward, as if it was holding up its own head. The head's eyes were wide open, and the eyes still retained the strong reluctance before death.
It turns out.
Ordinary people cannot speak when their throats are wrapped with ropes and whips, and can only mumble like a mute.
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Evil Eye Fist Headquarters.
Things just got a little quieter this morning.
In the back hills behind the manor, the sound of fierce fighting seemed to be faintly heard again. Large tracts of trees were broken by the fighting parties, leaving a blank area on the lush green carpet when looking down from above. This fight also quickly came to an end.
Five minutes passed.
The evil eye fist master, Justin, who was recovering from his injuries, saw the miserable elder Buck. Buck was only slightly injured in the fight in the morning, but now he looked miserable. Not only was there a deep bone-piercing crack on his chest, but his left arm was also missing, leaving only a bloody cross-section of the limb.
Buck performed some kind of secret technique to temporarily stop the bleeding in his arm. He said to Justin with a grim expression: "From today on, the Evil Eye Fist will be fully withdrawn, and the Eastern Alliance plan will also be suspended for a period of time. Don't act rashly..."
Buck took a deep breath and said, "Besides, I'm afraid it will take me at least half a year to heal my wounds. During this period of time, if anyone outside asks me about my condition, just tell them that I'm in seclusion. Especially the other sects of the East Nine Sects, we can't let them know that I'm seriously injured and have a broken arm!"
"clear."
At the same time, outside the headquarters of the Evil Eye Fist, a figure was walking on a remote road, holding a bloody arm in his hand. Halfway through the road, he suddenly raised his hand.
He threw the severed arm directly into the gurgling stream.
I watched it sink into the water and soon disappeared.
Two days later, September 3rd.
The turmoil on September 1st had passed. Due to the traitors, the Red Eagle Fist suffered serious internal friction. At least one-third of the traitors were killed, and many disciples were injured. Therefore, some personnel from other branches returned to Mia City as reinforcements, and the damaged dojo buildings were repaired one by one.
Everything is moving in a positive direction for the time being.
Inside the dojo, there is a fighting arena made of pale yellow wood.
Kaxiu stood in the center of the stadium with his upper body naked. His body, which had been completely transformed, began to develop again, and his arms, which looked weak and soft, gradually showed muscle lines. Of course, because it was still a short time, the changes were not very obvious. From a distance, his figure was still very slender.
He doesn't look like a warrior exercising at all.
However, only the few Red Eagle Fist disciples who were present as sparring partners knew the horror hidden in this thin body.
For two days, they used various types of weapons to attack Kashu. There were sharp spears, cross swords, nail tail hammers, and flails. No matter whether it was a sharp weapon or a blunt weapon, it had no effect on this body.
At most, there will be a few white spots left on it.
Yesterday evening, these sparring partners tried to grab a spear and sprint forward, accelerating to stab towards Kashu's body.
As a result, Kashu was not hurt at all, but the all-metal spear was bent. The tip of the spear tilted 60 degrees to the left, almost turning into a question mark.
Moreover, the opponent did not move at all, and under the accelerated attack of four or five big men, his thin body was as stable as a mountain.
The soles of our feet are like tree roots, growing deep into the soil.
As if they were tired of cold weapons, Kaxiu, their sparring partner today, asked them to use firearms. From pistols to heavy machine guns, he seemed to be testing his physical strength.
In the venue.
Kaxiu pointed at the first strong man on the left, signaling him to go first. The strong man nodded and raised his pistol nervously.
The gun was pointed at the chest, the trigger was pulled, and there was a bang.
A spark flashed across the surface of the skin, but it had no effect.
Kaxiu nodded to the second strong man again.
A submachine gun was pointed at him.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
The bullets left a trail of white marks, but still had no practical effect. There were some hot shell casings on the ground.
Kaxiu looked at the third person.
A heavy machine gun burst out, and a volley of high-powered bullets hit the surface of the body. Kaxiu's fair skin was slightly translucent, as if covered with a layer of hard shell. Even the heavy machine gun bullets could not penetrate it completely.
After changing several directions and angles, Kaxiu was hit by bullets in every part of his body. In the smell of gunpowder, he signaled to stop.
"The membrane defense is still getting stronger, just like practicing the Great Hard Qigong. But, it's not. This is the result of the gradual deepening of the golemization of the body through practicing the Golem Secret Martial Arts. The basic golemization characteristics at the beginning are the three elements of the Golem Secret Martial Arts practice. Breathing golemization, whole body blood circulation golemization, and heart golemization. And now, the Golem Secret Martial Arts seems to be developing towards the fourth characteristic. My kidneys are getting hot..."
Kaxiu pressed the pair of kidneys on both sides and felt a fiery and active feeling there that was completely different from the usual state.
He suddenly had a bad guess in his mind.
"I don't think it will grow a third or fourth kidney in the near future..."