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"What kind of person dares to cause trouble here?" The burly man, with a fierce expression, rushed over but slowed his steps upon seeing the soft figure of Beard sprawled on the ground.
It seemed that this seemingly frail fellow had some skills and was quite ruthless. Judging by his demeanor, if he got too close and pulled out a gun, it would be like delivering himself as prey.
As he approached the off-road vehicle, the muscular man held his knife with a vigilant gaze fixed on Yang Xiaoyou, ensuring that the opponent wouldn't escape.
Meanwhile, the sharp whistle from earlier had drawn attention, and shadows began to converge in this direction. Among them were lackeys dressed similarly to the burly man, as well as some individuals who had come to purchase goods, eager to witness the commotion.
Seeing that reinforcements were on their way, the man who had hesitated earlier suddenly felt emboldened. His expression shifted to one of arrogance and anger. "Hmph! Unaware of your own mortality! Outsiders don’t know the terror of our Wild Elephant Gang! In Kanpur, we are the underground emperors! We are kings!"
With the sounds of his brothers approaching behind him, the burly man brandished his machete and advanced toward Yang Xiaoyou. With support arriving, he no longer needed to worry about unexpected changes; he intended to strike a couple of blows first to show Boss that he had done his part in protecting their territory, lest he be blamed later.
"You should blame yourself for being blind, brat!"
Stepping up to the stunned young man, the burly man swung his knife overhead and brought it down heavily toward Yang Xiaoyou's arm with great momentum.
The blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistle, indicating that he was no stranger to wielding such weapons in combat. His experience showed in his precise angles; while he might not aim to kill, avoiding such an attack would be difficult.
As he watched the young man freeze in fear, a glint of satisfaction flashed in the eyes of the knife-wielding giant. The thought of seeing someone cry out in pain beneath him brought an unparalleled sense of accomplishment that few could understand.
The thrill of cutting through flesh was something only those experienced could appreciate.
However, just then, he felt a sudden tightness in his grip. Instead of the familiar sensation and sound he expected upon impact, there was an abrupt stiffness as if he had struck a solid rock instead, accompanied by a clear ringing sound.
Looking up, he was astonished to see two delicate fingers casually pinching his fierce blade as if it were nothing more than a prop in a movie!
With the immense force he had exerted, even attempting to lift the blade with just two fingers should have resulted in injury! He had always been proud of the weight of this enhanced machete!
Yet here before him was a scene straight out of a film—those two slender fingers seemed capable of snapping his weapon with ease. At that moment, it felt like an insurmountable chasm stood between them!
No matter how hard he tried to continue his downward swing, the entire blade remained utterly immovable against her grip!
A chilling sense of dread surged from his feet to his heart, filling his eyes with terror.
"You!" However, the trembling voice barely escaped his lips.
With a sharp crack, the entire blade shattered in two. Just as he struggled to utter the rest of his words, a flash of cold light pierced through his neck, emerging from the back and spraying thick blood all over the ground.
This shocking scene caused the fierce-looking thugs rushing in to support him to come to an abrupt halt, fear etched on their faces.
There were plenty of capable individuals in India, but witnessing someone break another's weapon in combat and then casually kill their opponent was something most had never seen before. The visual impact was terrifying.
Even though they were all desperate outlaws, at that moment, they felt a chill run down their spines. Despite their numbers, the first person to charge in would likely meet the same fate as the one who had just been impaled. No one wanted to be that sacrificial lamb.
"Don't think that just because you have some skills you can do as you please! Times have changed. If you give up resisting now, we can handle this leniently. Don't be foolish; you're quite capable, and our boss appreciates people like you." Compared to the earlier threats from the bearded man, the leader of this group was clearly much more shrewd.
At such a time, shouting about killing someone's entire family would be foolish; they were all facing death anyway. It was better to choose a path that might save one’s life. They needed to break the opponent's will to resist and instill a sense of false hope to minimize their losses.
So what if he could fight? When the gunman arrived, could he outrun a bullet?! Hmph, many yoga masters had died at the hands of gangs; they were all self-righteous fools, ignorant bumpkins who thought they could still rely on hand-to-hand combat in this day and age. Ridiculous!
"Self-delusion?" Casually twisting the half-broken blade in his hand and flicking off the blood onto the ground, two drops splattered onto his face, giving Yang Xiaoyou's originally delicate features an eerie appearance. His tone seemed almost whispery now.
Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have resorted to murder over something as trivial as a car incident. However, after his parents had just experienced a brutal ambush, Yang Xiaoyou was particularly sensitive to those last words.
What could have been a minor issue was being escalated unnecessarily; if it had to be made big, then it should be done decisively.
"That's right. Heh heh, look up to your right and see what that is." After receiving notification, the gang leader wore a victorious smile that suggested everything was under control.
"Look up to my right? This?" The previously rotating blade suddenly halted. Without turning his head, Yang Xiaoyou flicked his wrist toward the right; his words coincided with a flash of cold light that appeared almost simultaneously!
As he swung his arm outwards, everything around him fell into silence—the broken blade simply vanished into thin air!
With Yang Xiaoyou's words barely spoken, it was as if a tsunami brewed after an earthquake! The air around them erupted into chaos!
Like a tsunami, the force swept outward, and in the direction he had struck, an invisible air current formed a massive, visible distortion in the vacuum!
It was as if all the air along the trajectory of his strike had been completely siphoned away!
A figure had moved to the top of a tent, crouching and aiming at Yang Xiaoyou. The Gunman, who had suddenly stiffened as he began to swing, was instantly torn apart along with the tent beneath him!
Blood and torn fabric scattered, and the ground seemed to bear a dent that followed the path of destruction!
What was once under control, with the Gang Leader ready to trample on the dignity of that 'Martial Arts Master,' along with his followers carrying various weapons behind him, now stood dumbfounded.
Their hands and feet trembled slightly.
What had been thrown was no mere fragment of a blade; even a Rocket Launcher couldn't produce such destructive power!
What the hell? Was the refined-looking youth before them some kind of new terminator clad in human skin?
Or perhaps an alien invader?
In most people's eyes, no matter how high a person's Force value was, they would be nothing more than easy prey when faced with firearms. Yet who could have imagined that this fellow's Force value was beyond any conventional measure!
Could this be one of those mechs that had been making headlines recently? It was surprising enough, but it seemed to possess an intelligence level that was off the charts.
The Gang Leader's heart raced as he daydreamed about his fate. Seeing Yang Xiaoyou slowly approaching, he stammered in panic, "What do you want?! This... this is still a city controlled by the British Army! And... and it's also under the Rule of Law Society! Please, no violence!"
His legs began to shake uncontrollably, and a foul odor started to emanate from beneath him, causing Yang Xiaoyou to wrinkle his brow in disgust. What a fine example of biological warfare.
"Are you preparing to reason with me? Actually, it would have been better if you had done so earlier. I have always believed in winning people over with virtue. So, where are your leaders?"
At almost the same moment, in a Luxury Suite, a plump middle-aged man enjoying fruit fed to him by a beautiful Indian woman erupted in anger upon hearing his subordinate's report.
The situation had escalated so quickly; it felt like a slap in the face. Which rival had secretly orchestrated this?
As the leader of the Wild Elephant Gang, he naturally had many rivals. However, after teaming up with his cheap brother-in-law, his status soared, and all his former opponents bowed down to him. The Kanpur Underground Forces had become a dominant force!
But just as he had come up with a money-making idea to treat his brother-in-law, it was immediately sabotaged by someone. How could he not be furious? He had to handle this personally and punish them severely, making sure everyone saw the consequences of crossing him!
With his bodyguards escorting him, he prepared to rush to the scene of the incident, confident that his subordinates had already controlled the situation.
However, halfway there, he heard a sharp, thunderous sound that shook the air, causing his eardrums to tighten.
“Damn it! How could something like this create such a commotion? I feed you all for this?” He cursed as he pulled out a tablet from his waist. With fingers as thick as carrots, he swiped a couple of times and brought up the surveillance footage from the scene. His expression instantly turned grave.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and without a second thought, he turned around and left. Despite his hefty frame, he moved surprisingly fast, leaving those beside him in shock.
“Boss, aren’t we going?” one of the security guards asked uncertainly.
“Forget it! Go away! Do you think I’m living too well? You traitor!” He shouted as his pace quickened from a brisk walk to a full sprint, resembling a massive object accelerating in an amusing manner.
Before he could finish speaking, a series of chaotic sounds erupted nearby. It was clear that from the site of the incident, tents and stalls were being uprooted in a straight line, creating chaos as it rapidly spread toward him!
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