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Zhang Guanghua pulled a porcelain bottle from his pocket. He glanced at Cheng Feifei and the two others in front of him, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. He stepped back a few paces and then, without hesitation, smashed the bottle onto the ground.
With a sharp "bang," the bottle shattered into pieces, releasing a faint fragrance that wafted through the air.
Li Changgen inhaled the surrounding air. At first, the scent was pleasant, but as he breathed it in, he suddenly felt dizzy and uncomfortable. He quickly held his breath and gravely warned Cheng Feifei and Xie Weiwei beside him, "This smell is suspicious. Everyone be careful not to inhale it."
Cheng Feifei frowned. He tore a strip of cloth from his clothing and tied it around his face. Then he exchanged a glance with Li Changgen and said, "Li Changgen, we need to act quickly. The longer we wait, the worse it will be for us."
Li Changgen nodded, coughed lightly, and replied, "Cough, Cheng Feifei, I'll attack from the left while you come from the right. Let's strike simultaneously."
With that, Li Changgen clenched his fists and swiftly charged towards Zhang Guanghua. At the same moment, Cheng Feifei moved as well, wielding his saber with the ferocity of a tiger descending a mountain as he lunged at Zhang Guanghua.
"Take this punch from your grandfather!" Li Changgen shouted as he closed in on Zhang Guanghua, swinging his massive fist toward Zhang Guanghua's head.
Zhang Guanghua looked at Li Changgen's incoming punch with a sneer of disdain. He stood still, coldly laughing before dismissively saying, "Heh heh, with those soft fists of yours, you think you can hurt me? What an idiot."
Hearing Zhang Guanghua's words ignited a fire within Li Changgen. He instinctively increased the force behind his punch and retorted angrily, "You’re so arrogant; it’ll be your downfall."
As soon as Li Changgen finished speaking, his right hand connected solidly with Zhang Guanghua's face. This punch was powerful; Li Changgen had already sentenced Zhang Guanghua to death in his mind. Even if this punch didn't knock him out instantly, it would surely leave him dazed on the ground. After all, during a previous mission, Li Changgen had knocked out a thug with just one punch, earning him the nickname "Sledgehammer Fist."
"Cough cough, how could this be? Why aren’t you affected?" Li Changgen coughed again, looking at Zhang Guanghua with confusion in his eyes. However, he quickly suppressed his doubts and a fierce light flashed in his gaze as he resolutely declared, "No matter what tricks you’ve used, if one punch doesn’t hurt you, I’ll throw two punches; if that’s not enough, I’ll throw ten! I refuse to believe I can’t take you down!"
With that said, Li Changgen immediately raised his fist and began wildly striking at Zhang Guanghua's head. In just ten seconds, he unleashed twenty-three punches; his hands moved so quickly that they were nearly impossible to track. Yet despair washed over him as he realized that no matter how hard he hit, Zhang Guanghua remained standing without even flinching an inch.
"Hey, with those soft fists of yours, you could never hit me. Do you believe it now?" Zhang Guanghua looked at Li Changgen with disdain. Taking advantage of Li Changgen's moment of distraction, a sinister killing intent flashed in his eyes. He lunged forward with the Flute in his hand, aiming to poke it into Li Changgen's eye.
"Li Changgen, what are you dazed for? Wake up!" Just as Zhang Guanghua was about to strike, Cheng Feifei, standing nearby, deflected the Flute from Zhang Guanghua's hand with his Sabre. Cheng Feifei then slashed forward with his Sabre, forcing Zhang Guanghua back three or four steps.
"Cough, cough. Cheng Feifei, I don't need your help; I'm fine on my own." Li Changgen coughed weakly, and at that moment, blood spurted from his mouth. He crouched down in pain, coughing loudly while his body trembled uncontrollably.
Hearing the commotion behind him, Cheng Feifei temporarily abandoned his pursuit of Zhang Guanghua and turned to Li Changgen's side. He patted Li Changgen's back and asked with concern, "Li Changgen, are you okay? If you're not feeling well, just rest over there."
Li Changgen shook his head. Struggling to stand up from the ground, he looked into Cheng Feifei's eyes and forced a smile. "Cheng Feifei, I'm fine. I can still fight; you don't need to worry about me."
Seeing that Li Changgen's face had turned somewhat abnormal—despite bleeding from all seven orifices—he appeared completely unaware of it. Cheng Feifei furrowed his brow, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes before returning to normal. He calmly regarded Li Changgen and said, "Li Changgen, go help Xie Weiwei. I might lose control of myself later; staying here could put you at risk."
Cheng Feifei was nicknamed "Mindless Brute" because once he engaged in a fight and got serious, his teammates could be accidentally harmed by him. Li Changgen understood Cheng Feifei's nature and didn't question it. He nodded and advised Cheng Feifei, "Cheng Feifei, this guy is not simple. He took over twenty punches from me without a scratch. Be careful; if you can't handle him alone, call us for help."
Cheng Feifei nodded and signaled to Xie Weiwei to take Li Changgen aside. Once he saw that no one else was around, his expression darkened instantly. With a fierce glare directed at Zhang Guanghua in the distance, he wiped his Sabre clean and spoke coldly, "What kind of dark magic did you use on my brother? If you know what's good for you, hand over the antidote; otherwise, I'll make you wish you were never born."
Zhang Guanghua looked at Cheng Feifei with contempt and sneered, "So you're Cheng Feifei? I warned you before that if you dared to lay a hand on me, you'd regret it. This is just the beginning; the real excitement hasn't even started yet. Heh heh."
Zhang Guanghua let out a chilling laugh as he raised the Flute to his lips and began to play a tune for himself.
(End of Chapter)
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