Chapter 49

Subsequently, there were several faint metallic clashing sounds. The daggers seemed to have hit an iron plate, emitting muffled thuds. Most of them collided in the air and then fell onto the car roof.

The middle-aged man quickly did a diving roll onto the car, ready to rush out, but he soon stopped. A blood hole had appeared on his shoulder, and the fresh red blood immediately stained his shirt.

A dagger was embedded halfway into his shoulder. Despite this, Ding Hao was extremely impressed. The four people had attacked simultaneously in an encircling formation, and at such close range, there were probably about ten daggers. Yet, he only got hit once. Such skills were probably unmatched even by a royal griffin. No wonder these people were so cautious earlier; it was truly a battle among gods!

After all, the middle-aged man had mentioned that the white man was from the CIA. The Qinglong and Baihu who could cooperate with them were definitely not ordinary gangsters. From their speed and movements in drawing their daggers, it was clear they had undergone specialized and rigorous training, belonging to the top-tier assassins. Even if there were a hundred thugs like Yu Feng and Zhang Yongwei, they wouldn't have such an aura!

The four people were also taken aback. Truly, he was a top expert in China. However, they soon relaxed. They clearly knew more about the middle-aged man than the white man did, having seen his skills in action before.

"Old Liu, you have nowhere to run. We respect you as a hero and give you the chance to take your own life."

"Ha, even if it was just you and Baihu, I might not have been able to win. Now you are five against one, and you still rely on weapons. Ha... It seems Qinglong and Baihu are just empty names."

The middle-aged man already knew the outcome today. As he said, it was four against one, each with weapons, and who knew how many more daggers they had on them. He could only escape one round. If they all attacked together, even a金刚 (Jingang, a mythical figure) would be pierced like a sieve. He had thought about today's situation, but he hadn't expected that the young talents of China, Qinglong and Baihu, would be present.

In his impression, Qinglong and Baihu were not on the same side. They were both proud and arrogant, and this time they had actually cooperated, even with a foreigner. Death was inevitable, but he didn't understand why, so he planned to ask before he died.

"Old Liu, don't waste your breath. Our goal is your life!" the man called Qinglong said slowly.

"Fine! Dying at your hands isn't too bad. Come on, give me a quick end!"

The few people immediately tightened their grip on their daggers, preparing for a new round of attacks.

"No! Wait! Old Liu, we're not denying you a chance. Today, we'll give you a fair fight." Baihu said, throwing his dagger to the ground and assuming a stance for a hand-to-hand fight.

"Qinglong, what about you?" The middle-aged man seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

"You'll die even without weapons. You two, throw those things away and let him die with some dignity!" Qinglong, either out of confidence or resentment from the middle-aged man's contempt, also threw his dagger to the ground. They weren't brutes; the middle-aged man was right. He and Baihu could handle this person, especially since he was already wounded.

The other two also threw their daggers behind them, making a clattering sound. Ding Hao, watching from the side, frowned. These people were really well-prepared, carrying so many weapons. Looking at the scene, the four men clenched their fists and walked toward the middle-aged man.

"Hmph, you people have gone mad for money. I wonder what your masters taught you. And are the old men in your families senile? Don't you know what will happen if you kill me?"

"That's not your concern. Once you're dead, we'll return to Qianjiang, and those disobedient officials and rich merchants will have to submit."

"Why not use a sniper rifle to kill me? Why trick me here?" The middle-aged man looked puzzled, perhaps observing their weaknesses.

"We didn't want to take unnecessary risks. I've heard since childhood that Old Liu is incredibly skilled. If one shot couldn't kill you, wouldn't it alert you?" A man in a white shirt, about the same age as Qinglong, chimed in. "Old Liu, Qinglong is right. You should surrender. Struggling is pointless!"

"Come on, kids, I hope your skills won't disappoint me!" The middle-aged man seemed to understand his situation, perhaps having seen many such battles. He stood in the center, calm and composed, scanning the crowd. A few people seemed to avoid his gaze, showing his dominance.

Interesting, these young people seemed to have betrayed their organization or had long planned to kill the middle-aged man. After he was injured, they relaxed, even abandoning their effective encirclement tactics.

If they wanted a quick kill, why did they start following the rules of chivalry when the enemy was injured? Interesting, truly interesting! Ding Hao watched with great interest, completely forgetting the danger.

"Then I'll have to offend you! Gentlemen, don't hold back. We have things to do after this!" The man in the white shirt, still polite, called to his companions and attacked.

The others didn't hesitate, attacking from all sides. The middle-aged man leaped onto the car roof, taking control of this small space.

He hung in the air, vigilantly watching all around. Anyone who tried to approach the car roof would be met with a counterattack from the middle-aged man.

The young men were not to be outdone. Some stood firm to receive the old man's palm strikes, while others leaped to engage him. Especially Qinglong, whose movements were almost identical to the old man's. Soon, the two were locked in mid-air.

Wow, this isn't a farmer's brawl; it's a battle among gods! Ding Hao, hiding in the distance, dared not breathe. If it weren't for the lack of monsters, he would have thought he was in a fantasy world. It turns out there really are such powerful Chinese martial arts on Earth. He had always been proud, but compared to these people, he saw a significant gap!

Although the young men were four, two were soon hit by the middle-aged man and lay on the ground, gasping for breath. Seeing fewer opponents, the middle-aged man descended to the ground. This way, although it was still four against one, they couldn't completely surround him. At least after a few quick repositions, his back was safe.

Now Ding Hao understood why he had struggled to stay in the air at the beginning. It was to avoid being completely surrounded by the four. Even the most skilled experts have weaknesses. Only Qinglong could match the middle-aged man in the air. The old man, though struggling, was not in danger of being surrounded.

However, the remaining combatants were not weak. Under their encirclement, the middle-aged man soon broke into a sweat. As the saying goes, youth and strength are formidable. Ding Hao estimated that the middle-aged man wouldn't last much longer. Sure enough, after about five minutes, Qinglong hit the old man's chest, and he retreated several steps.

"Old Liu, I'll have to offend you!" Qinglong, seeing his hit, was quite pleased, preparing to continue the attack and taunt. Of course, he didn't forget his politeness! He had said "I'll have to offend you" countless times. You're about to kill him, why waste words? Perhaps it was just a catchphrase!

"Hmph, it's too early for that." The middle-aged man touched his chest, clenched his fists, and charged back into the battle.

He seemed like a different person when he returned to the fight. If the earlier battle looked like a sparring session, this was now a desperate struggle.

Soon, the two young men were spitting blood and seemed unable to recover.

Ding Hao found it strange. Why didn't the middle-aged man use his full strength from the beginning? If he had, these people might have been defeated earlier. But with five people and an ambush, using full strength from the start might have made the young men desperate and use guns!

But what happened next left Ding Hao speechless.

Qinglong stood in place and said to the two remaining combatants, "Baihu, attack his back. I'll take the front." He then charged at the middle-aged man.

Puff... Splash... The battle became even more intense. What Ding Hao feared finally happened. The previous four had almost exhausted the old man, and the remaining two were the strongest. Qinglong and the man in the white shirt were evenly matched with the middle-aged man in occasional one-on-one fights.

Was this a pre-planned attrition battle? To prevent the old man from escaping. As he thought, the middle-aged man was hit on the shoulder by Qinglong, and the man in the white shirt kicked him several times in the chaos.

The situation was now two against one, but different from before. Old Liu was more seriously injured and weaker, while Qinglong and the man in the white shirt were at their best. Despite the reduced numbers, their advantage was clear.

Moreover, Qinglong and the man in the white shirt seemed to have better coordination. A glance from Qinglong, and the man in the white shirt would move to the back. A nod, and they would attack from both sides, leaving the middle-aged man in a dire situation.

Fortunately, with years of training, Qinglong couldn't completely overpower Old Liu. Although he was very passive, Qinglong and the others couldn't bring him down immediately.

Just as Ding Hao, with sore legs, was about to change his position, the man in the white shirt approached the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man struck him in the chest with a backhand. Normally, the man should have retreated a few steps to recover, but he didn't. Instead, he extended his hands and tightly embraced the middle-aged man. Qinglong, seeing Baihu grab the middle-aged man, smiled.

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