"To collapse the houses around here, they would have to break the load-bearing walls and pillars at the very least." Xiao Jingyang said solemnly, "For something like that, it's not impossible for me to do it if I was given a big iron hammer and had to accumulate strength to strike them one by one."
"But their speed is too fast..." Qin Wu's eyes were filled with bitterness. "It's like kicking a plank. They're really monsters."
In the next moment, a silver light flashed in the darkness, and the middle part of the roof broke into a few pieces and fell to the ground.
Xiao Changhe widened his eyes in disbelief as he looked at the rising smoke and dust in the distance. He exclaimed, "You're saying that they're demolishing the houses? But... but... how could this be... "Although they did not want to believe it, the facts before their eyes were irrefutable, and they had no choice but to believe it.
"It's not impossible," Jiang Tien-cheng said, "If I were to punch with all my strength, I would be able to break through a slightly thinner wall. But this is the first time I've seen such a monster-like attack, causing such a degree of destruction while fighting. "
Everyone fell silent. Wang Qiang, Zhou Xingyun, and the others, who had always been regarded as geniuses and promising youths, were also at a loss. Did their hard work and strength really mean anything in the face of such monsters?
They seemed to recall that they had been looking forward to fighting against a terrifying monster like the Blood Rakshasa, and felt even more terrified. If not for Gui Quan's sudden appearance, they would all be dead.
They had seen one person taking on dozens of people, and they had also seen people breaking stone slabs with a single punch. However, they had never heard of people demolishing houses with their bare hands. Or perhaps they had heard of it, but they had treated it as a boring rumor and forgotten about it.
After all, they had never thought that martial artists, at most three martial artists, could cause such terrifying damage.
Of course, the reason why Zuo Zhicheng and his senior brothers from the Blood Rakshasa were able to cause such damage was also related to the construction and materials of the new harbor, which were mostly made of bricks and wood. One could imagine that if they were fighting in a modern city, they would definitely not be able to create such a scene.
Just as everyone was silent, a female voice broke the silence once again.
"Father!"
"Qing 'er?" Jiang Tien-cheng turned his head and saw a disciple helping Jiang Qing up. As soon as Jiang Qing saw Jiang Tien-cheng, she rushed over with red eyes and hugged him.
Jiang Tien-cheng's tense expression finally relaxed. He patted Jiang Qing's back and said, "I'm glad you're okay."
"But Zuo Zhicheng is missing." Jiang Qing raised her head and said anxiously, "After he asked me to hide under the bed, he was attacked by the Blood Rakshasa. After that, I couldn't find him. If he hadn't protected me, I might have died. "
Now that she thought about it, she realized how stupid it was for her to rush up to help. If Zuo Zhicheng had not stopped her, she would have died hundreds of times.
On the side, Xiao Jingyang said, "Changhe, send someone to look for Brother Zuo."
Xiao Changhe agreed with an unhappy expression. At the same time, he was gloating. It would be best if Zuo Zhicheng had been killed by the Blood Rakshasa.
"Thank you, Dojo Master Xiao."
Xiao Jingyang waved his hand and smiled bitterly, "Brother Zuo sacrificed himself to save others. He's much braver than us."
At this moment, a series of explosions, collisions, and cries of alarm rang out. Jiang Qing looked curiously at the west side of the dojo, where smoke and dust were constantly rising. She asked, "What's going on?"
Everyone in the dojo had ugly expressions. Some of them began to run downstairs.
"They're attacking us …"
"There's no need to stay here. Let's retreat!"
The group of people rushed downstairs. The loud noise seemed to be getting closer and closer. It was mixed with the screams of the Blood Rakshasa and the roars of another man. But Gui Quan's voice never came.
After a while, Xiao Jingyang and Xiao Changhe walked in the front. Behind them, Jiang Tien-cheng walked with Jiang Qing to the back door of the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club.
But at this moment, the noises in the night suddenly quieted down. In the night wind, only the screams and shouts of the passers-by outside the dojo could be heard. But the voices of Gui Quan and the others could not be heard at all.
Faced with this situation, Xiao Jingyang waved his hand and everyone stopped. They looked around nervously. All kinds of corners, shadows, doors and windows. It was as if the Blood Rakshasa and Gui Quan would rush out at any time.
Suddenly, the wall in front of everyone bulged. Then, with a loud bang, the blood-red figure flew in the direction of Xiao Changhe, accompanied by countless flying stones.
Then, in the midst of everyone's screams, Xiao Changhe was sent flying by the figure. He let out a scream, as if a few of his bones had been broken.
And the person who had hit him had fallen to the ground, covered in blood, and was motionless.
That was … the Blood Rakshasa.
The moment the two of them landed, another black figure charged forward with lightning-like speed to land beside Xue Luosha. He was wearing a white mask. His eyes were fixed on the Blood Rakshasa on the ground, as if to confirm whether he was dead or alive.
"Senior!"
A sorrowful roar rang out. A bare-chested brown-haired young man had already rushed over from the other side of the wall. The hole in the wall that had already been created by his crash became even bigger.
He was the junior of the Blood Rakshasa, but his original calmness had disappeared. The clothes on his body had been completely shredded, and his chest, back, and shoulders were covered with all kinds of tiny wounds.
He looked at the Blood Rakshasa's figure on the ground with bloodshot eyes and roared angrily as he rushed over.
Zuo Zhicheng glanced at him. In his infrared vision, his opponent had Innate Qi covering his entire body. However, it was different from his and the Blood Rakshasa's Innate Qi. This Innate Qi covered a large area, but the intensity, or rather, the radiation was not very high. It was only pink in color.
After a series of attacks, Zuo Zhicheng realized that his opponent seemed to be practicing some kind of Thwart Kung Fu. Although the muscles under his skin were not as strong as his and the Blood Rakshasa's, they had a special layer of defense. It was like an especially thick layer of cuticle that could block the attacks of swords and sabers.
It seemed that it was not absolutely accurate to judge the strength of the Innate Qi by its color in infrared vision.
It was also because of his appearance that Zuo Zhicheng had two of his ribs broken and his shoulder dislocated during the fight.
However, without the Blood Rakshasa's support and protection, this man was just a target in front of him. After all, his opponent's Thwart Kung Fu was too cumbersome for him.
The two figures collided fiercely. Zuo Zhicheng took two consecutive punches from his opponent. Then, he punched his opponent's right hand, which was protecting his abdomen. He was about to punch again when another hand grabbed him.
Then, the two of them grabbed each other's hands. Zuo Zhicheng landed a knee strike on his opponent's abdomen. This heavy blow caused his opponent's hand to loosen involuntarily. Then, his head was caught in Zuo Zhicheng's hand.
Then, a series of crazy knee strikes followed.
Zuo Zhicheng's intestines, stomach, heart, chin, and the bridge of his nose were all places that were difficult to defend against even with Thwart Kung Fu.
The man's angry roar and Zuo Zhicheng's indifference formed a sharp contrast. In fact, until now, no matter how much the Blood Rakshasa and his junior brother cursed and shouted, Zuo Zhicheng did not say a word.
He was like an iceberg, silently charging over, and then crushing the other party into smithereens.
After beating him up for a full three minutes, Zuo Zhicheng threw his opponent, who was now a puddle of mud, to the ground.
Everyone watched as the man slowly fell from Zuo Zhicheng's hands and felt a wave of shock in their hearts. Xue Luosha and another person who appeared to be his junior brother had joined forces, yet they had been defeated by the ghost fist just like that?
Recalling the series of attacks and defenses that were displayed in front of them, the extreme speed and strength of both sides, everything seemed so logical.
Jiang Qing saw that the man was finally knocked to the ground and sighed in relief.
At this moment, Gui Quan looked a little disheveled. His clothes were torn a few times, and all kinds of blood and dust were mixed in his clothes and hair. However, in Jiang Qing's eyes, or rather, in the eyes of everyone else, he looked indescribably heroic.
"Your Excellency, are you Gui Quan?"
Zuo Zhicheng glanced at Xiao Jingyang and said coldly, "Someone called me that."
He carried the Blood Rakshasa and the man's corpse on his back and silently walked into the night.
"Thank you for saving our lives today, Your Excellency. Why don't we play host and entertain you?"
"Your Excellency, please guide us in martial arts!"
Zuo Zhicheng ignored Xiao Jingyang and the others' attempts to persuade him to stay. After a few seconds, he had completely melted into the night and disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only a sentence floating in the air. Everyone looked at each other in dismay.
"You guys are too weak."
Hearing this, the faces of Xiao Jingyang and the others alternated between green and white, but they had no strength to refute. They could only watch the other party leave, unable to say a word.
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