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I said to Qian Dapang.
"Good!"
Qian Dapang responded and grabbed the iron broom from the lookout tower, standing at the staircase, waiting for the enemy to charge up.
I closed my eyes and began to sense the situation.
"Charge! There are only two of them, don't be afraid!"
Mei Chaofeng shouted loudly, and his subordinates rushed up with a roar.
Qian Dapang swung the iron broom and smashed it towards the charging enemy.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the guy was hit on the forehead by the iron broom, letting out a scream as he rolled down.
Qian Dapang was six feet tall and weighed 180 pounds, incredibly strong. In his hands, the iron broom was like a deadly weapon.
"Come on!"
Qian Dapang waved the iron broom, knocking down all the charging enemies, laughing heartily: "With me here, you won't get past!"
"Worthless fools, get out of my way!"
Mei Chaofeng cursed angrily, took off his coat, and charged forward with big strides.
"Come on then!"
Qian Dapang shouted loudly as he brought down the iron broom.
Mei Chaofeng did not dodge or avoid; he charged forward fiercely.
Clang!
A loud crash echoed as the iron broom struck Mei Chaofeng, bending upon impact.
"Get away from me!"
Mei Chaofeng slammed a palm into Qian Dapang's chest, sending him staggering backward.
"Diamond Iron Cloth Technique!"
Qian Dapang's expression changed drastically.
Coming from a martial arts family, Qian Dapang's grandfather was an outer disciple of the Wudang Sect and had passed down some rudimentary skills.
Although Qian Dapang couldn't practice martial arts himself, he recognized them.
What Mei Chaofeng was demonstrating was the long-lost hard Qigong technique known as Diamond Iron Cloth Technique.
Once mastered, this technique made the practitioner's body as hard as iron, rendering ordinary attacks ineffective.
"I'll give you some credit for your knowledge!"
Mei Chaofeng snorted coldly, charging forward to grab the iron broom. With a fierce tug, he pulled Qian Dapang's hefty frame of over two hundred pounds toward him.
Bang!
Mei Chaofeng delivered a punch to Qian Dapang's stomach, causing him to let out a pained scream and release his grip.
Mei Chaofeng seized the iron broom and casually tossed it out of the stairwell.
"Brother Yang, I'll hold him off; you focus on breaking through!"
Qian Dapang let out a beast-like roar and lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Mei Chaofeng's leg.
"Get off me!"
Mei Chaofeng punched Qian Dapang in the back, causing him to stumble, but Qian Dapang still refused to let go.
Qian Dapang may not know martial arts, but he possesses a fierce determination; once he sets his mind on something, he never gives up.
Just like when he pursued Xiao Wanjun, fully aware that he would be rejected, yet he remained undeterred.
"Get the hell away from me!"
Mei Chaofeng used all her strength and punched Qian Dapang in the back.
Crack!
Qian Dapang's spine made a brittle sound, his internal energy surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
However, he still clung tightly to Mei Chaofeng's leg, refusing to back down.
"I will never let you hurt Brother Yang!"
Bullets were wrapped in True Qi, slowly being pushed out of his body, and the wound healed rapidly.
The True Qi within me had more than doubled compared to before, and I could clearly feel that the True Qi inside my body could form a protective shield anywhere.
This meant that if I were to get shot again in the future, I wouldn't be as helpless as before.
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