Is this NPC even playable if it's not nerfed?

Chapter 51 One Punch Kills a Peak Second-Rank Martial Artist, Massacre [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

The breath of death was overwhelming.

Lu Tianxing stared wide-eyed at the incoming fist.

At this moment, the pressure from Lu Yuan felt incredibly real.

His fist.

It seems to have gotten bigger.

It blotted out the sky, the moon, and all of Lu Tianxing's vision.

All he could see was a fist, rapidly enlarging in front of him.

【die】

"Impossible, it's an illusion, it's all an illusion."

"Illusion, break it."

"Vajra Prajna Paramita, Vajra Subduing Demon Slayer."

Lu Tianxing bit his tongue and forced himself to raise his longsword to block the attack. He continuously poured his true energy into the longsword, and two intersecting sword energies were about to be unleashed.

But the next second.

The newly formed blade energy was extinguished by the powerful fist wind before it could take shape.

His Vajra Dharma Image, which he considered invincible in defense, was now on the verge of collapse.

Before the fist even landed, he had already lost the possibility of resisting.

His Dharma image shattered under the fierce impact of the fist wind.

It turned into specks of golden light.

Lu Yuan's fist.

Arrived.

He punched him in the chest.

With a soft "poof".

Lu Tianxing transformed into a sky full of blood mist.

A legendary figure who dominated the political scene for decades has thus come to an end.

Perhaps, even in the moment of his death, he couldn't understand why such a monster existed in the world.

He, a dignified peak second-rank martial artist, couldn't even withstand a single punch.

Is this reasonable?

If you don't scoff at this, how can you even play?

The Golden Coin Tower was also affected by Lu Yuan's fist. With a loud bang, the Golden Coin Tower, which was made of gold and silver, collapsed.

"This is the peak of the second rank?"

"What a weak second-rank."

Lu Yuan shook his hand, brushing away the non-existent blood foam.

Then he turned his gaze to Feiyan beside him.

As for the constables from the Six Doors, they had already withdrawn from the battlefield the moment Lu Yuan landed.

No one understands Lu Yuan better than the Six Doors.

Even the Embroidered Uniform Guard wouldn't work.

Knowing Lu Yuan's temperament well, they ran away the moment he landed for their own safety.

As for the flying geese.

Sorry, we are not familiar with each other.

Our only responsibility was to assist Feiyan in killing Lu Tianxing. Now that Lu Tianxing is dead, it's time for us to leave.

Goodbye.

The moment Fei Yan was being watched, it was as if she heard the wailing of hell.

With its massive, imposing body, scarlet eyes, and a crimson aura emanating from its entire being, it was the very image of a demon.

During the few seconds that Lu Yuan was watching, Fei Yan felt as if she had died several times over.

"From the Grand Canal Gang?"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

"I'm from the Grand Canal Gang..."

"Want to have a fight?"

Lu Yuan extended an invitation to fight.

"No no no..."

Feiyan immediately shook her head, shaking it so violently that she seemed to want to shake her head off.

“Captain Lu, I am the deputy leader of the Canal Gang, and I am an enemy of Lu Tianxing.”

"We are not in cahoots."

“Lu Tianxing died a good death. He and his son deserved to die. They oppressed the people and committed all kinds of evil. Chief Constable Lu was ridding the people of a scourge. I, Feiyan, admire such a great hero as you.”

"Feiyan kowtows to Chief Constable Lu to express her gratitude for saving her life."

Feiyan knelt down without hesitation.

Regardless of right or wrong, dignity or anything like that.

Let's kowtow first and talk about it later.

Otherwise, if Lu Yuan attacks them indiscriminately, they will be doomed.

"This building..."

Lu Yuan smiled and pointed to the now-ruined Money Building.

"This has nothing to do with Chief Constable Lu; it was Lu Tianxing who demolished it."

Feiyan wisely shifted the blame to Lu Tianxing, who was already reduced to ashes.

These people from the canal gang are so decisive.

Just as Lu Yuan was thinking, he heard the sounds of fighting behind him.

Lu Tianxing's loyal followers, the blood-clad disciples of the Cao Gang, were raising their knives and surrounding Lu Yuan.

This scene infuriated Fei Yan.

He immediately revealed his identity. "Chief Constable Lu, these people are not members of my Canal Gang. They are Lu Tianxing's henchmen. Be careful."

"Bastard thing."

"Feiyan, you coward."

"The sect's reputation has been tarnished, and you don't even dare to utter a sound."

"With your character, do you even deserve to be the leader of my Canal Gang?"

"I bother."

“You cowardly traitors, even if we die, we will still be heroes, unlike you, a cowardly rat.”

The leader of the blood-clad disciples angrily rebuked Fei Yan.

They and Feiyan were enemies from the beginning.

Naturally, he wouldn't care about Fei Yan's feelings.

Moreover, although they were disciples of the Canal Gang, they identified more with Lu Tianxing.

"It is not us who are being kicked out of the canal gang today."

"Instead, we will withdraw from the canal gang."

"From now on, our lives and deaths are none of the business of the Grand Canal Gang."

"Get out of here, you coward."

The blood-clad disciple spat at Fei Yan.

Although Feiyan was furious and wanted to beat these scumbags to death, her own life was more important.

Feiyan bowed to Lu Yuan, then turned and fled.

The battlefield at Jinqianlou was now only occupied by Lu Yuan and his few hundred blood-clad disciples.

"To avenge the gang leader."

"Kill."

"For the sake of the leader."

"rush."

Not long after Fei Yan left, the blood-clad disciple couldn't wait to surround and attack Lu Yuan.

They formed a military formation, hoping to use the power of the formation to slowly wear down Lu Yuan.

However, so-called formations are nothing but a piece of paper in the face of absolute power.

They circled around in circles, but Lu Yuan only needed a simple punch to shatter the formation.

The Blood-Clad Disciple is too weak.

Lu Yuan grabbed a disciple in blood-stained clothes and casually slammed him to the ground with a thud.

The disciple was smashed into a pulp.

With a single punch, the disciple was shattered to pieces.

With a single horizontal kick, a disciple was shattered on the spot. His bone fragments flew like knives, piercing through several disciples behind him. Their blood vessels were ruptured, and they bled to death.

This was an absolutely horrific massacre.

The onlookers lowered their heads, unable to bear it any longer.

"Ugh."

"Such a strong killing intent."

On the rooftop, Old Man Zuo Ming looked down at the horrific battlefield and sighed helplessly.

Lu Yuan's strength is terrifying.

He only needed one punch to kill Lu Tianxing, who was at the peak of the second rank.

One punch.

He could do it too, but it would never be as easy as it was for Lu Yuan.

Moreover, he could tell that Lu Yuan hadn't used his full strength, or even much of it.

It's easy to imagine how terrifying Lu Yuan would be if he unleashed his full power.

What exactly is Lu Yuan?

Lu Xingzhi, what exactly did you pick up and bring home?

Could he really be a reincarnation of a demon?

……

"Oh, not bad punch."

"Too bad, your punches aren't fast enough, and they're not ruthless enough."

"Let me teach you how to box."

Lu Yuan allowed one of his disciples to get close and punch him.

How could those soft, weak fists, like a woman's, possibly hurt him?

Lu Yuan ripped off the disciple's head and casually tossed it aside.

With a turn and a punch, he turned the disciple who had ambushed him from behind into a bloody mess.

"This punch is the culmination of twenty years of training."

"Can you stop them?"

"Study hard, watch carefully, and remember how to throw a punch in your next life."

Lu Yuan walked among the crowd, and with a simple gesture, he could slaughter several or even dozens of people.

These hundreds of blood-clad disciples were nothing more than punching bags for him to vent his anger.

After a while.

After tearing the last remaining blood-clad disciple in half, Lu Yuan turned his gaze to the constables and officials of Hangzhou City outside the battlefield.

"These are yours to take care of."

"Farewell."

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