The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 8 No martial ethics
It is said that there are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames.

Regardless of how much meat Cheng Xiazi had eaten, he earned the nickname "Thousand-Mile Wolf" in the underworld. He must have been to many places and seen a lot of things.

But he had never met many shameless people like Wang Wen who could file a complaint so confidently even though they were the first to do so...

He was almost laughing with anger. He immediately raised his red tasseled spear and pointed it at Wang Wen, shouting angrily, "You bastard with a human face and a beastly heart! How did my brothers Qin and Wu provoke you, Wang Lao Hu, to commit such a cruel act? Do you have a heart? Do you have a liver? Are you worthy of being a human being? Brothers, follow me to capture this beast alive and bring him to the spirit of my brother Qin to be cut into pieces as a sacrifice to his soul in heaven!"

"kill him!"

"kill him……"

The beggars in tattered clothes were so excited that they kept raising their sticks and roaring, and they were ready to rush up and overwhelm Wang Wen's momentum.

"Fuck your motherfucker!"

At the critical moment, Wang Wen roared with all his might, forcibly suppressing the beggars' excited roars: "Catching a thief and taking away the dirty things, catching an adulterer in bed, you said I killed someone, so I killed someone? Where's the evidence? I'm asking you, where's the evidence?"

Cheng Xiazi was furious and pointed at Wang Wenli and shouted, "You bastard, how dare you say that my Qin brothers and others are not you..."

"Fuck you!"

Wang Wen rudely interrupted his accusations again, "So you have no fucking evidence at all, yet you come to my Qinghe Gang's territory and slander your uncle? And he even said that you and your mother did it. Why don't you kowtow to him and call him dad?"

Blind Cheng was so angry that his finger was shaking as he pointed at Wang Wen: "You bastard..."

Wang Wen glared, his words blazing with the speed of a machine gun. "You're a living, uncaring bastard! How dare you, with no evidence at all, lead your men into my Qinghe Gang's docks and accuse me of killing someone from your Beggars' Gang? Are you, the Beggars' Gang, trying to start a war with us? Can you, the damned one, shoulder this responsibility? If you can, then come at me!"

Having said that, he took three steps forward, pointing his Nine Rings broadsword at Blind Cheng's nose, his arrogance almost reaching three feet high: "Come here!"

"I, I, I..."

Blind Cheng was forced into a corner by Wang Wen's sarcasm and retort. He was so angry that he couldn't say a word. His face flushed, he covered his chest and was about to roll his eyes.

He's stuck.

Wang Wen, who had finally stood up for justice, was not ready to let this guy go.

"You don't dare come over here, do you?"

Wang Wen shouted angrily, "I'm going over there... Brothers, kill these bastards who are intruding on the scene. Follow me!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed out with a knife in hand.

As soon as he moved, Xu Ergou and the others standing behind him immediately ran out and followed his footsteps: "Kill them..."

"Get out!"

"Get out of Guangji Bridge..."

Encouraged by the eight brothers, more than one hundred and eighty canal workers rushed forward with sticks raised in a menacing manner.

And Blind Cheng, who looked like he was about to faint just now, suddenly stopped shaking the moment Wang Wen rushed out with his sword. He picked up his spear and rushed in front of the crowd. He thrust the red tasseled spear in his hand forward smoothly, and the silver spear head pierced the oncoming Wang Wen like a dragon out of the sea, bursting into a ball of gorgeous gun flowers, and went straight to his head, throat, chest and other vital parts.

"Shh..."

Wang Wen swung the knife around his head and used the four-foot-long broad blade of the Nine-Ring Sword as a shield to protect the vital parts of his body.

"clang."

The Nine-ring broadsword knocked the tip of the red tassel spear crooked. Wang Wen was about to make a violent charge when Cheng Xiazi, who was in a horse stance with his arms in front and behind and holding the red tassel spear at his waist, twisted his waist and swung the spear with the strength of his waist, throwing the spear tip back in front of Wang Wen, and another dazzling burst of gun flowers exploded.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

Wang Wen was forced to retreat by the gunfire and had to concentrate, constantly swinging his sword to chop, wipe, lift, cut, stab, press, hang and block. He narrowly managed to block the gun tip, which was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, a foot away from him.

The two men fought quickly. Blind Cheng was standing far away and could see clearly. He only needed to use his body movements and waist strength to shake the gun slightly to make the gun tip produce countless changes.

Wang Wen, on the other hand, had to concentrate his attention on the gunfire that filled the sky, desperately swinging his sword to block it while anticipating the changes in the gunfire...

But in just seven or eight seconds, Wang Wen felt dizzy and exhausted.

"I can't be so passive anymore..."

An idea flashed through his mind, and then he raised his leg and threw his right shoe towards Blind Cheng, shouting, "Lime!" His movements were so fast that Blind Cheng couldn't see clearly what was flying towards him before he heard Wang Wen's loud shout. He immediately changed the direction of his feet, stepped back, lowered his body, and thrust his gun forward. The straight gun body bent into a bow shape, and with a precise shot, he knocked the oncoming shoe away.

However, just as the tip of his spear knocked his shoes away, he heard the sound of iron rings rapidly approaching. He glanced with his one eye and saw the nine-ring broadsword flying towards him. He hurriedly held the spear with both arms and pressed it down with all his strength.

There was a "clang" sound, and the red tassel spear tip bounced back like a cow's tail swatting a fly, and in the nick of time, it knocked the nine-ring broadsword to the ground.

But this did not make him happy... because Wang Wen was no longer in his sight!
This familiar scene made his heart sink suddenly.

Sure enough, the next second, Wang Lao Hu's hateful voice rang out beside his blind left eye: "Black Tiger, dig out your heart!"

In an instant, the rumors about Wang Lao Hu's innate supernatural powers flashed through Cheng Xiazi's mind. He threw away the red tassel spear as if by reflex, stood firmly in his horse stance, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and prepared to meet the sandbag-sized fist.

"Boom."

With a muffled sound, Blind Cheng's only remaining right eye almost popped out of its socket.

He stared blankly down at the long leg between his legs, his face turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Isn't that Black Tiger's heart?"

He asked hesitantly.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you again."

Wang Wen moved in front of him, grinning sheepishly. Then, he grasped his collar with his left hand and reached up with his right hand, through his crossed arms, and punched him hard in the chest: "I won't lie to you this time... Black Tiger Heart!"

This punch knocked Blind Cheng's feet off the ground, and his spine bent like a cooked shrimp.

"puff."

He opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then his whole body fell apart at once, hanging on Wang Wen's fist like a piece of rag.

The smile on Wang Wen's face slowly disappeared. He loosened his collar with his left hand, grabbed his neck, and twisted it with both hands...

"Click it."

In the last moments before Blind Cheng lost consciousness, he saw his fellow Beggars' Gang members running away with their heads covered in blood...

Wang Wen casually threw down Cheng Xiazi's body, picked up the nine-ring broadsword on the ground with his foot, turned around and rushed towards the Beggar Gang disciples who were still resisting stubbornly.

Just as he took a step forward, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure that looked like a big black rat from the corner of his eye. It flashed out from the teahouse on the side and rushed straight towards him!

He was startled and turned to face the man, but found that his movements were too slow...

To be precise, it was not that he was too slow, but that the person coming was too fast.

He had just held the nine-ring broadsword across his chest when he saw a fleshy fist with no visible knuckles. It broke the nine-ring broadsword with one punch and hit his chest heavily.

The overwhelming force knocked him backwards on the spot... The feeling of weightlessness, as if his body was as light as catkins, made him feel as if he had been hit by a dump truck again.

It was also at this moment that he saw clearly the man who had knocked him away... The man was wearing a simple suit of patched clothes, his gray hair and beard were neatly groomed, he was no more than five feet tall, and his round, fat face should have given people a kind impression, but a large dark blue birthmark around his left eye destroyed the coordination of the whole face. At this moment, the man stood on the river bank with a cold look in his eyes. Although he was five feet tall, he had a majestic aura that was two meters high. You could tell at a glance that he was a big shot who had been in a high position for a long time!
Wang Wen recognized this person at a glance.

The incense master of the Yangzhou branch of the Beggar Gang's Daren branch, 'Green-faced Tiger' Peng Ying!
One of the few Hua Jin martial artists in Yangzhou!

"puff……"

Recognizing the person, Wang Wen spat out a mouthful of blood in anger...

For a master of your level, why don’t you go to the Qinghe Gang to talk to Huang Laodeng, but you shamelessly come to steal and cheat me of an ordinary straw sandal?

Can this world ever be better?

In anger, Wang Wen ignored the pain in his chest and yelled crazily: "Fuck you, you stinky beggar, you have no martial ethics..."

"Puff".

He slammed heavily into the canal, stirring up a large cloud of muddy water.

Peng Ying, the Green-Faced Tiger, stood on the shore, his expression uncertain, staring at the pool of muddy water for several dozen breaths before turning and shouting coldly, "Everyone, stop... This ends today!"

(End of this chapter)