The mountain wind roared, shattering the urgent footsteps.
The fog was heavy, and the flames appeared.
"Be careful, the two fallen ones are right in front of us!"
"What are you being careful of? They have been seriously injured by the priest and fell off the cliff. They are dying and become pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered!"
"Come on, come on!"
Accompanied by bursts of breathing and howling, a group of pursuers tore through the mountain wind and fog, getting closer and closer.
All of them had eyes as sharp as an eagle's. Their temples were bulging, and their skin emitted a metallic bronze luster. Their muscles were as well-developed as rocks, and their bodies were filled with explosive power.
Especially their fists.
Some were curled like eagle claws, some were as sharp as tiger blades, and some were as thick as bear paws. Some had short fingers, and their knuckles were worn flat. When they were clenched, they were like small oil hammers.
Those fists were soaked in their decades of Cultivation and their infinite loyalty to the Fist God.
The leader of the pursuers was a young man with a hooked nose and thin lips called "Han Kou".
His eyes were burning with undisguised, vengeful flames.
He repeated the name "Grey" in his mouth.
Han Kou was a well-known fist art genius within a radius of several hundred miles.
As the only successor of the "Iron Armor Boxing Dojo" in the town, he was lifted by his feet by his father the moment he was born and soaked in a secret ointment. Before he could even speak, he had already learned how to stagger and attack the target. Since he was three years old, he had been subjected to harsh training to lay a solid foundation for inheriting his family's "Golden Bell Shield, Iron Shirt, and Thirteen Guardians Cross Training".
Han Kou was a genius. Since he defeated the first adult at the age of seven, he and everyone in the boxing school believed so.
And the greatest tragedy of a genius was to meet another genius, another genius who was even more powerful.
Han Kou, Grey.
Since there was Yu, why there was Liang?
In the Iron Fist School, in the major boxing schools in the town, and in the trials in the mountains, Han Kou challenged Grey again and again, but he was defeated by Grey again and again. He could bear the pain of broken skin and even broken bones, but he would never forget the feeling of being stepped on and trampled into the dust and realizing that he was not a genius.
Han Kou hated Grey to the core, and he infused this hatred into his fist art cultivation, which made his fists even more ferocious and violent.
One day, he would crush Grey's bones with his fists that were burning with black flames. Han Kou was sure of that.
Who would have thought that an opportunity would fall from the sky so quickly? Grey was actually an evil path disciple who believed in the power of machines and steam.
There was a path to heaven, but he chose to barge into hell without a door. He couldn't be blamed for being vicious and merciless!
"From now on, I am the number one warrior among the younger generation in the Red Gold Town!" Han Kou grinned hideously. His originally handsome face became extremely ugly.
Behind Han Kou, the young man who had been silent the whole time was named Zhou Yan. He was also one of the best young people in the town.
Unlike Han Kou, who was surrounded by raging flames, Zhou Yan's heart was as calm as still water.
He did not cultivate for vengeance, fame, or any of those boring purposes.
He was a pure-blooded fighter.
He only cultivated for the most sacred of beliefs.
He wanted to become extremely powerful and use this method to please the Fist God.
"The Fist God is the only true god in the world.
"No evil force can compete with the Fist God.
"As the people who have been blessed by the Fist God, our only purpose in this world is to defend the path of the Iron Fist, eliminate the evil forces, and defend the bright sun.
"No matter what is in front of us is a corrupted evil path, a machine demon, or a steam devil, none of them can stop our Iron Fist from marching forward."
Zhou Yan firmly believed that.
Therefore, he marched forward with great determination.
Behind them were a dozen teachers of the Iron Fist School.
They were responsible for teaching the children in the town the ferocious fist arts, and they were also responsible for shaping the souls of the children so that they could recognize the power and grace of the Fist God.
Therefore, when rebels such as Gus and Grey appeared in the town, as the teachers who initiated them, they felt that the responsibility on their shoulders was particularly heavy.
"These two devils were born under our hands. Now, let's take care of them quickly and neatly. Don't let the evil spread any further."
The teachers communicated with each other with their eyes and soon decided on a strategy.
Next to the teachers, there were many senior students of the Iron Fist School, as well as the masters and elite disciples of the boxing club in the town. Thinking of the rewards for capturing or killing the evil path, they were also eager to have a try. They couldn't wait to jump in front of Han Kou and Zhou Yan to get the credit.
At the end of the team was Lei Lie, the priest of the Fist God Temple, who seemed to have lost his soul.
He deliberately slowed down the speed of the team, wanting to buy more time for Gus and Grey to kill themselves so that he could have a quick and painless death.
However, he also felt that his idea was unpardonable and that he didn't deserve to be the spokesperson of the Fist God in the human world.
He was also wondering if he should take action later and directly knock his nephew and niece off the cliff.
However, he also knew that the most correct and pious way to deal with them was to capture them alive and send them to the stake in the Fist God Temple.
After thinking for a while, Lei Lie couldn't make up his mind. He knew that he had been tempted by the devil and his faith had been tarnished. This priest of the Fist God Temple, who used to be extremely loyal, could only roar in his mind, "Glenn, Glenn, you have really caused a lot of trouble. If you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?"
No matter what the people in the hunting team were thinking, there was one thing that they were sure of.
The target was already a turtle in a jar, and there was nowhere for them to run.
Even if they were desperate, they wouldn't be able to cause any harm to them.
The only way to escape from the stake was to climb to the edge of the cliff and jump down. That would be the end of it.
Therefore, when they saw Gus, who was as thin as a reed stick, holding an assault rifle, a rotary cannon, and a shoulder-mounted beehive launcher that were even taller than him, they all couldn't help but laugh.
"It's that piece of trash!"
"Gus, just give up and save yourself from physical pain!"
"Gus, where is your sister? We know that you are an accomplice. Give her to us, and chances are that we will spare your life!"
"Gus, even though your grades in the Iron Fist School were not good, and you were a well-known piece of trash who couldn't graduate after so many years, you shouldn't have degenerated into evil. For the sake of your father, can't the town feed you?"
"Stop talking about his father. His father is an unpardonable evil in the first place. Chances are that he is a spy sent to the human world by the mechanical demons and the steam demons. That's why he has such terrifying strength!"
"That's right. That must be it. I understand it now. The Fist God must've discovered the background of his family and punished him by turning him into a piece of trash. He is the 'price' for Glenn and Grey's strength!"
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