After snatching away the shovel, Zuo Zhicheng raised his leg and kicked the defenseless Toki. Toki felt a sharp pain in his stomach and heard the wind howling in his ears. When he felt the ground again, he was already five meters away, holding his stomach and screaming in pain.
His intestines were broken by Zuo Zhicheng's kick.
The surrounding Western Indian people were still shouting and cursing as they rushed toward Zuo Zhicheng. From what they saw, Sossi and Toki's injuries were just ordinary.
What made them angry was that someone dared to resist in such a situation. More than twenty people were surrounding you. What right did you have to resist? Did you think you could win against so many people? What right did you have?
That was what the surrounding Western Indian people thought, but they couldn't change the outcome.
"Don't kill him, capture him! I want to break his tendons myself! "
When Torchy screamed, he held his stomach and raised his head to look in Zuo Zhicheng's direction. However, another one of his companions was kicked in the knee. With a loud crack, the man screamed and knelt on the ground while holding his leg.
Then another man next to him hit his hip bone with a fist that looked thin and weak. Another man fell to the ground. Cold sweat covered his entire face from the pain, and he couldn't stand up anymore.
Another man kicked at Zuo Zhicheng's back, but Zuo Zhicheng turned around and grabbed his ankle. Then, the man was flung away and hit a tree with a bang. He fainted immediately.
As the Western Indian people fell one by one, the people besieging them didn't realize it, but Toki, who was kneeling at the side, could see the situation clearly.
The difference was too great. From the beginning to the end, the two sides weren't even on the same level. Every time Zuo Zhicheng attacked or kicked, a Western Indian would be beaten until they couldn't move.
As for the Western Indians, no matter how they attacked, whether it was fists, kicks, flying kicks, or other methods, it was all meaningless. This was because no matter what they did, Zuo Zhicheng would easily dodge them. Sometimes, he didn't even try to dodge them. However, regardless of whether they hit him or pushed him, he was as immovable as a mountain.
From Torky's point of view, it was as if a group of five or six-year-old children were besieging an adult, and the adult was casually punching and kicking the surrounding children until they cried for their parents.
But the problem was that Toki clearly knew that his companions were not five or six years old children. Although he didn't make a name for himself in Xinlu Harbor, he believed that every one of his brothers was an expert who dared to fight.
Just like how Suosi, who had been the strongest before, was now crying bitterly while hugging her nose.
Gitta, who was said to have stabbed someone to death and escaped from Ice City, was also sitting on the ground. Looking at his right foot which had been bent 180 degrees, he uttered miserable shrieks one after another.
Minton, who had once practiced martial arts in Chaoyang Martial Arts Club, was also foaming at the mouth and fainting on the ground.
"How … is this possible?" Toki was so shocked that he even ignored the pain in his stomach for a moment. Looking at the one-sided scene in front of him, he still felt that it was extremely absurd.
Normally, the other party would be scared and kneel down to beg for mercy, but they would still be crippled or even killed. Why did it become like this?
"If this man is so powerful, why did he run away last time?" Toki couldn't figure out the answer. He could only watch the absurd scene in front of him. More than 20 of his companions who had vowed to torture the other party were wailing and falling to the ground one by one under the other party's casual attacks like swatting flies.
However, it was precisely because none of the Western Indians, except for Suosi, were bleeding. All of them had broken bones, dislocated joints, and other injuries that made them unable to move, that they dared to charge forward one after another.
Even so, when there were only five or six of them left, they felt that something was wrong.
They looked at each other in dismay and then at their companions who were wailing on the ground. No one dared to charge at Zuo Zhicheng anymore.
Toki endured the severe pain and shouted, "Friend! We failed to recognize Mount Tai. You've beaten us and taught us a lesson. We know we're wrong and admit defeat. How about we just let it go? "
Zuo Zhicheng didn't answer him, but his actions had shown his attitude. He took a step forward and charged towards the remaining people. From the beginning to the end, he had never thought of sparing their lives. The reason why he didn't cut their throats and pierced their hearts at the beginning was to numb them and prevent them from escaping in different directions. He also didn't want to spill blood all over the ground, which would be troublesome to deal with.
He punched one of them in the head and the dizziness caused by the concussion caused him to fall to the ground.
With a bang, a person's neck was strangely twisted behind his back. Thump, thump, thump, he took three steps back and fell to the ground.
The last three people roared and rushed over. Zuo Zhicheng sneered. At this time, he was not afraid that they would run away. He grabbed one of the people's cheeks with both hands and twisted with force. The person's neck was turned 180 degrees and then fell to the ground powerlessly.
The second person was shocked and wanted to retreat, but Zuo Zhicheng caught up and punched him in the throat, suffocating him to death.
The last person wanted to turn around and run, but Zuo Zhicheng punched him in the temple and he fell to the ground immediately.
After killing the three people, he walked toward Suosi and pulled her, who was still holding her nose and crying in pain, to his side. Zuo Zhicheng clenched his fist and like a small hammer, he smashed the hammer into her chest.
The huge force directly penetrated her body and penetrated her heart, then stopped beating.
It was similar to the Death Punch in ninjutsu, directly taking away the opponent's life. Zuo Zhicheng used this method because there would be too much blood if he used a knife and it would be difficult to clean up the scene.
"What are you doing? Did you kill them? " Torchy's body trembled. He looked at Zuo Zhicheng's cold face and his eyes were filled with regret. "Are you crazy? You killed them, the Hundred Families Association will not let you go! "
"I don't have much time. You should hurry up and leave your last words. After all …" Zuo Zhicheng smiled. At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, it was like the smile of the Grim Reaper, bringing only cruelty and coldness. "There are 26 of them in total. Even if it's to kill a pig, it will take a lot of time."
"Don't come over! There are so many witnesses, do you think you can escape? "
"Don't come over, please don't come over! Don't kill me! "
"They asked me to come! I told them that I didn't want to come! " A man with a broken knee cried as he crawled out of the forest, as if Zuo Zhicheng was some kind of demon behind him.
However, what he did was meaningless. When he crawled halfway, Zuo Zhicheng grabbed one of his ankles and dragged him back.
"Help! Help! " He opened his mouth and shouted, but no one could hear him in this place that they had specially chosen.
Regardless of whether they were crying, begging for mercy, or cursing, Zuo Zhicheng was like a piece of ice that had been frozen for ten thousand years when faced with the various reactions of the people on the ground. He only needed to find the other party and then stop the other party's heartbeat with a punch. He was like a robot, silently killing one target after another.
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