Damn the Mafia!
Liu Haizhu sprang forward in a single bound, erupted with a ferocious punch, and roared, "I'll kill you for him!"
...
"Buzz! Boom!"
The straight punch tore through the air with a bone-shattering whistle.
Brother Zui could gauge the sheer weight of the incoming blow just by the sound. Clenching his teeth, he brought his arms together and chose to take the impact head-on!
"Boom!"
Brother Zui staggered back three steps, a bitter taste rising in his mouth!
...
A single punch had left the Dongguan master reeling!
As if impervious to pain, Liu Haizhu smoothly followed up with another heavy, old-school punch!
"Bang! Bang!"
Backed by twenty years of martial arts mastery, this blow proved too much for Brother Zui to block, instantly exposing a fatal opening between his arms!
Sensing the opportunity, Liu Haizhu shouted inwardly: *Got you!*
He launched himself entirely into the air, spinning a full 720 degrees, and delivered a fierce flying-cloud axe kick that smashed right through the guard and slammed violently into Brother Zui's chest!
"Boom-crack!"
Brother Zui heaved and vomited a large mouthful of blood. Propelled by the devastating force, he flew backward through the air like a kite with a snapped string.
With wind at his heels, Liu Haizhu closed in relentlessly, completely abandoning martial etiquette as he matched his opponent's rhythm and pace.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
While Brother Zui was still airborne, the madman rained down punches and kicks with all his might. By the time Brother Zui hit the ground, he was in such a wretched state that his clothes were completely shredded.
"Fuck!"
Liu Haizhu grabbed him by the throat, slammed him hard against the ground, and glared down with wide eyes, shouting coldly, "Do you yield, you bastard?"
Dizzy and disoriented, Brother Zui shook his scrambled head hard. His ears were ringing, and everyone he looked at appeared in double vision!
Propping himself up slightly with his arms against the ground, Brother Zui leaned close to Liu Haizhu's ear and wheezed out, "Yang Mi."
"What?!"
Startled, Liu Haizhu instinctively tightened his grip, causing two streams of blood to shoot out from Brother Zui's nostrils like twin dragons.
"...Holy shit!"
Shocked, Liu Haizhu hurriedly let go.
What the hell... He had just finished off one guy, and now here comes another?!
The fellow was completely dumbfounded. Fortunately—thank goodness—he hadn't killed this one!
...
Bending down, he patted Brother Zui's face. No response?
"Slap!"
Liu Haizhu raised his palm, leaving five bright red marks, but the man still didn't wake up.
Looking at Brother Zui's greasy, thick lips... *Should I give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?*
Hesitating for a long moment, Liu Haizhu decided to raise his palm once again.
"Slap!"
"Slap!"
"Don't hit... don't hit... I'm awake."
Seeming to feel the terrifying power of the big slap even in his dreams, Brother Zui struggled back to consciousness.
Swallowing hard, Liu Haizhu lent a hand and helped him up.
"Tap, tap!"
Two underlings from Wo Sing Tsun quickly ran over and carried him away.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Brother Zui looked toward their boss and said with deep shame, "I failed the mission."
***
Fat Wah stood up and said, "Zui, step down."
Then, pointing at the Wo Sing Tsun phalanx, he barked, "You guys go!"
...
A flock of imaginary black crows cawed across the sky...
Down below, the hundred-man phalanx belonging to Wo Sing Tsun stood in absolute silence, completely ignoring him.
"I said go!" Fat Wah roared!
With so many underworld figures present today, this was utterly humiliating—enough to shame him to his core.
...
Another flock of black crows flew past...
The hundred men in the phalanx still paid him no mind.
"Ahem."
Uncle Teng cleared his throat, cutting Fat Wah off, and uttered a single syllable: "Go!"
*Tap, tap, tap-tap...*
Like a formation of cold machines, the hundred men of Wo Sing Tsun maintained expressionless faces as they marched in neat, synchronized steps toward Liu Haizhu.
They were walking, not running, and certainly not charging!
It didn't look like they were going into battle.
It looked more like a leisurely stroll in the park.
Holding their spiked spears, the hundred men walked toward Liu Haizhu step by step, showing not a shred of panic or haste.
...
Spiked spears—the kind of weapon utterly useless in ordinary street brawls. The shafts were forged from heavy-duty anti-collision steel plates salvaged from car undercarriages, making them extraordinarily sturdy.
The spearheads were even more formidable.
Gleaming with a cold light, they were crafted from specialized steel used for industrial paper-cutting blades!
So sharp were they that with just a little muscle behind a thrust, they could pierce straight through a thick car door!
"Tap, tap!"
"Tap, tap!"
The air felt so heavy it seemed ready to drip water, and everyone inside and outside the arena grew tense.
"Rumble!"
Suddenly, Liu Haizhu felt heavy footsteps thundering behind him. He spun around to look.
Old Dog Ming and Broken-Finger Song felt their hearts leap. As if guided by a sixth sense, the two instinctively parted and stepped aside.
"Rumble!"
Amidst the deafening footsteps, that blockhead Ah Gang rushed forward like a rhinoceros, stomping heavily on the ground as he charged right between the two of them!
In the blink of an eye, he reached Liu Haizhu, shoved a large iron shovel into his hands, and thundered away just as fast.
...
"Don't move yet!" Liu Haizhu roared at Old Dog Ming and the others!
"Clack, clack!"
Twisting his neck, Liu Haizhu hoisted the heavy iron shovel, pointed it calmly at the terrifying enemy phalanx, and shouted, "Bring it on!"
...
Watching his elite squad approach step by step,
And looking at Liu Haizhu—completely unpanicked, his eyes burning with a warrior's thirst for battle—
Uncle Teng hesitated at that moment.
***
In the first half of the match, Liu Haizhu had batted away Han Bin and Duan Kun with single strikes of his shovel, chasing the entire Hung Lok mob around like they were playing whack-a-mole.
... That was a scene he could never forget, even if he tried.
These hundred men...
They were Uncle Teng's ultimate trump card, loyal souls he had secretly trained for years.
They belonged to Wo Sing Tsun, yes, but even more so, they were his personal property!
...
Gritting his teeth, Uncle Teng wrestled with his decision for a long time—never in his life had he been so conflicted!
... Just as the two forces were about to collide, Uncle Teng finally made up his mind!
"Wo Sing Tsun, fall back!"
The hundred elite fighters stopped dead in their tracks. At the sound of Uncle Teng's voice, they turned in perfect unison and retreated without a single trace of hesitation.
Liu Haizhu leaned on his big iron shovel, stunned for a moment, before turning to wink at the approaching Broken-Finger Song.
...
In a flash,
He bolted like a gust of wind into the Kowloon Walled City phalanx, striking out wherever he saw people, beating anyone in his path! Chaos erupted instantly.
The sudden turn of events shocked and enraged the Masked Man: "Damn it..."
"Swish!"
A gleaming curved saber slashed toward him. Instantly, Scarface S4 broke out in a cold sweat on the back of his neck!
He abruptly halted his stride and leaped back, just as a heavy chopper swept horizontally toward his waist.
Scarface roared, bending his torso back in a bizarre angle toward the ground, and whipped his leg out from a single-handed plant to kick his assailant!
"Screech!"
The curved saber grazed his waist and abdomen, leaving a shallow, bleeding gash.
Scarface was so frightened he nearly pissed himself.
Abandoning any pretense of toughness,
... he dropped and rolled like a donkey, barely dodging the fatal blow.
Springing back to his feet, Scarface S4 crossed his arms and demanded coldly, "Who the hell are you?"
"Old Dog Ming of Tung Sing!"
"Broken-Finger Song of Tung Sing!"
His knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists, Scarface spat through his teeth, "Damn you! Damn gangsters, you all deserve to die!"
...
Liu Haizhu fought with increasing ferocity amidst the crowd, showing not a shred of fear while facing dozens of opponents alone!
He didn't take a single moment to rest; his chest merely heaved violently!
He was just tired, that was all.
Barely had he batted away a few men when others surged toward him like madmen, surrounding him on all sides with a flurry of slashing blades and swinging axes!
With wide eyes and his tongue bitten bloody, the madman roared as he swung the heavy iron shovel in a full circle. "Thud, thud, thud!" In a single sweep, he had bludgeoned more than a dozen men to death!
Why bludgeoned to death?!
Because in his inherent kindness, Liu Haizhu had never sharpened the broad edge of his heavy iron shovel.