Chapter 49

Zhuang Wudao took a deep breath and adjusted the flow of qi within his body. He knew that the Six Harmonies Xingyi Quan would not be sufficient to handle the situation; he needed a white wax spear in his hand. Many of the stances in the Six Harmonies Xingyi Quan were derived from spear techniques and could be adapted with minor changes. With a spear in hand, he could still break through the enemy lines. However, that was not possible now.

Without hesitation, Zhuang Wudao immediately unleashed the stance of the Great Boulder Hand! With a single palm strike, a dull thud echoed, and the person in front of him instantly had his shield and armor shattered, his flesh torn and bones broken!

The Iron Knife Society's members could not stop him, and even the elite members of the Thunder Dragon Gang fared no better.

Today, on this long street, anyone who dared to obstruct him would be killed without mercy!

"Feng San! Hu Li! Come out! Since you dared to lure me into an ambush, do you lack the courage to show yourselves? Hiding behind your minions and sending them to their deaths, what kind of heroes are you?"

Zhuang Wudao, drenched in blood, laughed aloud, his aura becoming even more unrestrained and free. Another palm strike of the Great Boulder Hand was unleashed, and with a thunderous boom, another person could not withstand the immense force and died on the spot, blood gushing from his five orifices, and a deep palm print on his chest.

The hundreds of armored soldiers, clad in fine black-patterned armor, were as good as nothing. The palm strike, even if it just grazed them, would result in death or injury. Even those hit by the force of the palm strike would often lose their breath immediately.

These iron-armored men, who usually inspired fear, were like rotten wooden stakes, being shattered and flung away by Zhuang Wudao. The iron armor on their bodies was as thin as paper.

The Great Boulder Hand was fully displayed, each palm strike powerful and heavy, with the force of a mountain collapsing and clouds splitting. He was invincible, and the iron-armored formation in the alley was almost completely shattered by his Great Boulder Hand!

Zhuang Wudao's breathing was rapid, but he felt an unusual sense of comfort in his chest. His stance was fluid, and the qi in his body flowed smoothly.

If it weren't for the need to conserve his strength, the continuous forty palm strikes of the Great Boulder Hand would have already made him slightly fatigued, but he would have been even more疯狂.

This set of Great Boulder Hand was indeed exhilarating! It could break through any defense, truly invincible!

At this moment, Zhuang Wudao was extremely grateful that he had met 'Qingyun' and had mastered this set of palm techniques.

Otherwise, how could he have such a sense of satisfaction today? In his mind, a true man should be like this, using his bare hands to face a million enemies!

He was also unprecedentedly confident. What if five hundred people ambushed him? Killing Feng San, he was sure he could do it!

"You two are cowards, but what about the five qi practitioners? One is dead, and you dare not come out? Don't let these pawns die in vain. You only have half an hour; can you really exhaust my strength, Zhuang Wudao?"

The Thunder Dragon Gang's armored soldiers, though their faces showed no change, their eyes flickered. They knew that Zhuang Wudao's words were meant to shake their resolve. Yet, they could not help but feel fear and dissatisfaction. When they wielded their knives, they began to hesitate and shrink back, afraid to get close.

In half an hour, Zhuang Wudao had almost single-handedly shattered their iron-armored formation. The dead and injured numbered nearly seventy, and those who could survive were fewer and fewer. If it weren't for their strict training and Shen Quan's severe rewards and punishments, knowing that retreating would result in severe punishment, the remaining hundred Thunder Dragon Gang armored soldiers would have already been completely scattered by Zhuang Wudao!

However, even at this moment, Zhuang Wudao's palm strikes remained as fierce and strong as ever, showing no signs of weakening.

It was disheartening; how many more lives would have to be sacrificed before Zhuang Wudao's strength was exhausted?

Did Feng San and Hu Li really intend to send the qi practitioners to their deaths, caring little for their lives?

"Scatter!"

A familiar loud shout came from a distance. The surrounding Thunder Dragon Gang armored soldiers, as if granted amnesty, all retreated, moving to the sides.

Zhuang Wudao quickly stepped forward, ready to pursue. However, from a distance, three fireballs the size of embroidered balls suddenly fell toward him.

He had to stop abruptly, punch out, and use the Primordial Magnetic Force to shatter the fireballs, turning them into a shower of sparks.

At the same time, several hook chains were thrown from all directions, locking his limbs.

Zhuang Wudao, unable to focus on resisting the magical techniques, could only dodge most of them. Still, five or six hook chains wrapped around his hands and feet, tightly locking them.

"Locked!"

From both sides came loud laughter, as if they were extremely happy. Then, over a hundred people roared in celebration.

"He's dead!"

"Pull together! What does it matter if he has a hardened body? He will die today!"

"We don't believe this guy can really stand up to us a hundred people!"

On both sides and behind him, there were over a hundred remaining members of the Iron Knife Society, all grabbing the iron chains and pulling with all their might.

Wang Ba, holding a pair of purple-gold octagonal hammers, had been forced to retreat by Zhuang Wudao's aura. Now, he was elated, his courage renewed. He no longer retreated, and with a large step forward, he fiercely swung his hammer toward Zhuang Wudao's head.

Zhuang Wudao's heart tightened. He knew that if his limbs were completely restrained, he would surely die today.

Fortunately, though the alley was wide, the hundred people were extremely crowded. Those who could truly exert their full strength were fewer than twenty. Many had not even grabbed the chains that restrained his limbs.

A surge of force came, but Zhuang Wudao's feet remained rooted to the ground, unmoving.

Inside his body, he immediately used the key techniques of the Great Boulder Hand to channel all his strength to the utmost.

Zhuang Wudao bit his tongue and let out a loud shout.

"Ha!"

The sound was like a spring thunder, deafening. Zhuang Wudao suddenly spun like a top, spinning faster and faster, like a violent tornado.

With the five hook chains wrapped around him and the fifty or so people who had not let go, he spun and slammed into the walls on both sides, causing the already damaged walls to collapse and shatter.

A series of screams followed. Those who were flung by Zhuang Wudao's immense force, even if they managed to escape, were severely injured, with internal injuries and dislocated bones.

Those who were unlucky were already dead upon hitting the walls.

The iron chains swept everything in their path. If they hit houses, they would collapse; if they hit people, they would be crushed to death. Within fifty feet, a large area was cleared, with blood and flesh scattered everywhere. Brains splattered. After several rounds of sweeping, there were almost no survivors in this area.

Wang Ba narrowly avoided being hit, his agility saving him. He immediately rolled on the ground and narrowly escaped, standing up with a face full of cold sweat.

His eyes still showed fear. If he had been hit just now, though he might not have died instantly, he would have been severely injured and unable to stand on his own two feet again!

At this moment, everyone around looked at Zhuang Wudao with fear, seeing him as a demon, with no will to fight left.

These hook chains had already taken the lives of nearly sixty people within fifty feet. Such ferocity, who could withstand? Going up against him would be suicide!

And the person in front of them was merely a Bone Marrow Refinement practitioner!

Zhuang Wudao stopped after four spins, panting heavily, suppressing his fatigue. He coldly looked at the scene. Since the battle began, it had been almost two and a half hours, and he finally saw Feng San and Hu Li, just a hundred feet away. In the alley, only a few people stood in his path.

Before deciding to let Qin Feng and the others go first and stay behind to cover their retreat, Zhuang Wudao had never imagined he could achieve this level.

If he chose to retreat now, no one could stop him, and he could leave calmly.

However, Zhuang Wudao's gaze was even more determined. Using Feng San to test his martial arts achievements over the past month and to hone his skills seemed very appropriate—

He had a faint premonition that if he could achieve his goal, his fist technique would surely advance further after today!

Within ten days, he would surely reach the Qi Practitioner stage and refine his own life-bound mystic technique!

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Shen Quan could no longer sit steadily at the table but stood by the window of the elegant room, his gaze cold as he looked into the distance.

The current situation was such that no one could look pleased, and Shen Quan was no exception.

The Thunder Dragon Gang was a large and powerful organization, with three thousand members in the outer circle. However, the two hundred armored soldiers in Dongchuan Alley were a highly trained elite force that he had spent great effort to build.

If the same number of people were compared, these armored soldiers were much stronger than the personal guards of the Southern General in Yuecheng. Just the weapons and armor alone had cost a significant amount of money, not to mention the monthly supply of elixirs and silver.

Yet, here, in Zhuang Wudao's hands, they had been decimated.

"Hardened Body, Primordial Magnetic Force, it must be the Bull Demon Body. However, this Hardened Body technique, though supreme, should not have such immense strength."

Gu Yue Ming also stood by the window, but his focus was different. He was still studying the martial arts techniques Zhuang Wudao used.

"It must be the unique force generation method of that palm technique. It seems to be the low-level Great Boulder Hand, but the force is astonishing. It amplifies the Bull Demon's strength several times. It's quite peculiar!"

Shen Quan was also puzzled: "The ancient warlords' might and aura were no more than this! The Great Boulder Hand and Six Harmonies Xingyi Quan, no one has ever been able to perform these two sets of techniques to such a degree. This is the pinnacle of external martial arts. However, there have been no recent reports of the ancient manuals of these two martial arts being discovered."

Most of the current martial arts techniques are only a small part created by contemporary people. The majority are passed down from the ancient times.

However, after tens of thousands of years of change, some ancient techniques with earth-shattering power gradually declined and lost their true transmission, no longer being valued.

Occasionally, ancient cultivators' relics are discovered, containing ancient techniques and cultivation methods that can restore the ancient power when practiced.

These ancient manuals are often different from modern ones and are called ancient manuals.

"At least thirty times the strength of a bull, this time it was a miscalculation."

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