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Song Qiao made no move, focusing solely on advancing. Just as Wei Zhuang was about to strike, he saw Song Qiao's clothes billow out as a sudden surge of Internal Energy erupted, sending him staggering backward.
He stumbled several steps before managing to regain his balance.
"Master!"
"Zhuang!"
A few disciples witnessed Wei Zhuang being injured and immediately launched their attacks. There was no need for Song Qiao to intervene; A Gang laughed joyfully, stepping forward and bypassing Song Qiao, enduring several punches and kicks.
The blows landed on A Gang with a sound reminiscent of a blacksmith's hammer striking metal. He seemed unfazed, while Wei Zhuang's disciples retreated, their hands and feet numb, their eyes filled with fear—this man possessed formidable strength.
"Have you not eaten?" A Gang scoffed, glancing at the table laden with delicacies. "Too busy drinking, I see?"
"Ah!" Wei Zhuang's Second Disciple could not tolerate the mockery and roared as he charged forward, throwing a punch. A Gang turned left to evade the blow, but the Second Disciple suddenly transformed his punch into a claw strike.
The powerful straight punch was merely a feint; the real lethal move came swiftly, aiming to claw at A Gang's head. At that moment, Wei Zhuang's Eldest Disciple followed suit with perfect timing, executing a flying kick from the left side to block A Gang's escape.
The Second Disciple's five-clawed attack shot forward like five spears aimed at A Gang's face, while the whip-like kick from the Eldest Disciple approached from the left. It seemed like a deadlock, but A Gang had everything under control.
Suddenly, he executed a rapid backbend, his hefty frame surprisingly flexible. His feet seemed rooted to the ground; as he leaned back, the five claws grazed past his face, just missing him while successfully intercepting the Eldest Disciple's kick!
A dull thud echoed in mid-air as both disciples' expressions changed in shock. Before they could adjust their tactics, A Gang sprang back like a coiled spring and unleashed two powerful punches.
He sent both burly disciples flying off the ground, landing several meters away.
"Eldest Brother! Second Brother!"
"This is outrageous!"
The remaining disciples were incensed by the sight. However, A Gang was not alone; his five companions each joined in the fray. All were fierce fighters recruited by the Second Prince. Within just a few exchanges, they had knocked down all of the Pearl Manor’s fighters.
The rapid shift in circumstances left Chen Tao completely unprepared. Just as he intended to assist, Song Qiao appeared before him.
Chen Tao was taken aback; he activated his Internal Energy and pressed down with his left palm, which crackled with thunderous force as it aimed for Song Qiao’s forehead.
In a gang, even the roughest men know to keep it lively. When faced with an old hand like Song Qiao, who had played the game for years, how could he not be cautious and evade?
As Chen Tao launched a straightforward yet powerful strike, Song Qiao stood firm on his feet, like a delicate petal dancing in the wind. He deftly avoided the blow by riding the air currents and, with a speed that caught Chen Tao off guard, struck him in the abdomen.
Chen Tao's internal energy surged instinctively, robust and protective of his organs. However, Song Qiao's internal energy was extraordinary; this attack carried waves of energy that crashed upon him like relentless tides. It wasn’t a sudden explosion but rather a continuous release of internal power in rapid succession.
The initial waves of energy failed to break through Chen Tao's Hundred Years True Qi, but soon after, the persistent force managed to penetrate it and struck deep within Chen Tao's body. He did not retreat an inch, but his resistance crumbled, and a trickle of crimson blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, indicating internal injury.
Ah, the prince is truly insightful. He must have known about your extraordinary fortune and exceptional internal energy, which is why he sent the Old Man to assist you.
Song Qiao’s words left both Chen Tao and the audience astonished.
“What’s going on? We were told we’d face weaklings! Why does it feel like each one is stronger than the last? Even an old expert specifically targeting us? This is absurd!”
“Have the villains become so ruthless? Instead of sending fodder to provide experience points, they send out masters directly?”
“Forget what I said earlier; the Second Prince isn’t just impressive—he’s incredibly formidable!”
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