Chapter 24

Just now, the quick attack, the perfectly timed and incredibly precise target points, were far beyond what a thug could imagine. Therefore, he attributed everything to coincidence in his intense pain. Jiang Junming's performance also seemed to confirm this guess, as he was not yet accustomed to his suddenly improved body, and his movements were somewhat panicked and difficult to control, almost colliding with the thug.

Jiang Junming instinctively moved forward, his left knee hitting the nose of the thug kneeling on the ground, where an Arabic numeral 2 was marked. The nasal bone is fragile and cannot withstand the impact of a knee. This one blow knocked the thug directly to the ground.

Without thinking about what he should do, Jiang Junming used this momentum, turned his body, and from bottom to top, his right elbow hit the abdomen of another thug. Right where the Arabic numeral 3 was marked.

The abdomen is soft, and the area Jiang Junming struck, the outer side of the abdomen near the inguinal region, is where the muscles are weak and full of blood vessels and nerves. The sudden violent impact caused intense pain, making the thug who was hit by Jiang Junming clutch his stomach and fall to the ground, rolling in pain.

The attack was still precise. The impact point on the inguinal region, from Jiang Junming's perspective, was very small, mostly blocked by the thug's body, but Jiang Junming's right elbow still hit the marked spot cleanly and accurately, without any deviation. Jiang Junming instinctively followed the brain's markings in battle, turning the impossible into the possible. After initially adapting to his body's changes, his combat movements became incredibly concise.

Simple, clean, swift, and accurate. No flashy moves, very fast, and very precise. To others, it seemed more like the thugs were rehearsing with Jiang Junming, acting out a play. Each time, the thugs would deliver their bodies to Jiang Junming's fists or elbows, then fall to the ground in agony, unable to even cry out. And their acting was quite poor; being hit by a skinny child, they rolled on the ground in pain?

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Junming had no time to think, his movements were extremely fast, so fast that it seemed he was just following his body's instincts to complete the brain's commands and engage in battle.

One elbow hit the thug's inguinal region, and his body stopped. Jiang Junming instinctively took a half-step back. Feeling a gust of wind from behind, Jiang Junming, though he did not see it, knew that the thug behind him was marked with the Arabic numeral 4.

His ankle twisted, his body slightly turned, and he kicked the thug behind him, who was swinging a wooden stick, directly on the inner side of his elbow. Although he only felt the position of the thug behind him, Jiang Junming's attack was incredibly precise, as if he could see the thug face-to-face.

Half of the thug's body went numb, and the thug's hand went limp, the wooden stick flying out of his hand. The thug's body softened, and his right side tilted. Jiang Junming turned around, his elbow striking the thug's right ribcage.

The intense pain left the thug's mind blank, and the last thought that lingered was how a skinny child could have such strength and speed. Just a moment ago, he had been laughing at his two companions, thinking that even if he were hit by the skinny teenager ten or eight times, it would be like being tickled. But when Jiang Junming's attack landed on him, the thug understood why his companions were in such a state.

The pain was bone-deep, and even taking a breath became a luxury. He tried to breathe, but what he inhaled was like knives, cutting him to pieces. Not breathing would mean death, but breathing became a torment, and the hell they spoke of could not be worse than this.

In an instant, three thugs had already fallen. The other thugs, who had initially surrounded him with a fierce and menacing appearance, did not expect the skinny child to display such a different combat ability. These thugs had heard the descriptions from their two injured companions yesterday, but they thought it was just an excuse for being beaten by a young boy, and no one took it seriously, even laughing at the two thugs for being useless. But when they faced Jiang Junming, whose movements were so fast that they were almost invisible, all the thugs were at a loss for what to do.

When had they ever seen such agile movements in a street fight? Moving through the crowd, punching, kicking, kneeing, or elbowing, every move was clean and powerful, even the sound of the wind could be heard, as if the ears were being struck, causing pain. The precision and cleanliness of Jiang Junming's strikes were remarkable. This was not like a child; he was far more powerful than the most vicious thugs on the street.

The neighbors watching from the side of the road, some quickly went to the Wild Herb Shop to inform Vincent, while others stood there, unsure what to do. Before they could decide, they saw the thugs being knocked down by Jiang Junming, like wheat being harvested, falling one after another. Jiang Junming was like a scythe, moving through the wheat field, and the thugs fell wherever he went, unable to resist.

Is this the same friendly young apprentice from the herb shop? The neighbors were stunned, watching Jiang Junming move through the thugs, cleanly and swiftly knocking them all down, and they were amazed, thinking they must have seen the wrong person.

The friendly young apprentice, even when fighting with street children, often lost. Facing so many strong and experienced thugs, who had fought countless times on the street and even had blood on their hands, the outcome was obvious, right?

But the reality before them was something no one had expected. A group of strong, bloodthirsty adults being beaten by a skinny twelve-year-old child? Not only beaten, but the strong men were unable to fight back, turning from the imagined aggressors to the victims. Was there anything more absurd than this?

For two years, this child rarely got into arguments, and even when bullied, he could not even beat younger children. But the scene unfolding before them overturned the neighbors' perceptions. The child was actually so strong? He must have been letting the neighborhood children win before. Some neighbors remembered their own children bullying Jiang Junming and felt a sense of relief as they watched him fight.

Just as the neighbor who went to the Wild Herb Shop to report the incident disappeared around the corner, Jiang Junming had already knocked down almost all the thugs. The sound of flesh colliding echoed, and the skinny but agile figure was like a scythe, reaping the straw.

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