Under the fist

Chapter 29 With a firm resolve to kill, they join forces to fight the enemy.
When Lian Youming suddenly felt his arms were empty, he knew something was wrong.

Blinded by blood, his enemy had escaped. Before he could wipe the blood from his face, he hurriedly searched for the short man's whereabouts, but all he could find was empty; not a single ghostly figure remained.

The next second, a figure leaped and landed swiftly on Lian Youming's shoulder.

The white ape's face was gloomy and its expression was sinister. It steadied itself and squatted down, its legs wrapping around Lian Youming's neck like a black dragon twisting a pillar. Its ten fingers curled inward at the same time, and without thinking, it scratched at the eyes of the boy beneath it.

"Come and die for me!"

If this grab is successful, we can capture his eyes and then take advantage of the situation to finish him off with a double-peaked ear piercing.

In fact, the instant his shoulders sank, Lian Youming also shivered, his face turned pale, and his eyes turned red. Feeling the killing intent coming from above, he couldn't think of a way to break the attack, but with life and death at hand, how could he just wait to be slaughtered?

At the critical moment, seeing the pair of ape paws reaching out to grab him, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the two legs wrapped around his neck tightly. Then, with all his might, he jumped, ducked and shrank his body as he took off, and risked his life to crash into the rocks a few steps away.

"Hehe, let's... die together!"

The white ape had already unleashed its killing move and was about to succeed when Lian Youming unexpectedly used a suicidal tactic. Moreover, he was high up and locked up, and with the strong wind rushing towards him and the rocks rapidly approaching, a chill instantly crept from his tailbone to the top of his head.

"what!"

Then the man let out a shrill scream, whether from shock or anger, he gritted his teeth and withdrew his attack, quickly shrinking back and leaning back.

Lian Youming didn't hold back at all in this collision; it looked like his brains were about to splatter and he would die on the spot. But it was as if he was waiting for the white ape on his body to change its move. As soon as the opponent withdrew its killing move, the two of them quietly changed their forward charging posture, turned to the side, and struck each other with their shoulders and elbows.

In the blink of an eye, a muffled thud was heard, and Lian Youming staggered back four or five steps, as if he were drunk. Half of his body was numb, his clothes on his left shoulder were torn, and the blood and qi in his chest and abdomen were churning violently. A stream of hot blood quietly gushed out from his mouth and nose, and a bright red color came into view.

But he was injured, while the white ape was already crippled.

The man rolled to the ground, his left leg bent unnaturally to the side, bone exposed, hot blood gushing out, and he coughed up large amounts of blood. His face showed both pain and resentment as he looked at Lian Youming.

"kill!"

Even at this point, the white ape was still able to move. It pressed its palms to the ground and rose up, taking advantage of Lian Youming's unstable blood and qi, its killing intent unchanged, and pounced.

Lian Youming curled his tongue, his face pale as he spat out a mouthful of blood, and with a backhand swift motion, a flash of gleaming blade appeared in the air.

A butcher's knife.

I almost forgot about this.

Seeing the figure rushing towards him, Lian Youming gripped his knife, his killing intent burning fiercely. He was truly enraged and, without dodging or avoiding, swung his blade horizontally and strode forward to meet the attack.

"Shh!"

Under the bright moonlight, two figures passed each other.

Just as they passed each other, a bloody fist mark appeared on Lian Youming's chest, while the white ape's body, which had leaped into the air, was suddenly severed at the waist, its intestines exposed, and blood rained down in the wind.

Lian Youming remained calm, but his eyes seemed to blaze with fury. He flicked his steel knife, spilling a spurt of hot blood, and turned to look back.

"Ho ho ho..."

The white ape lay on the ground, and even though he had been cut in half at the waist, he was not quite dead yet. His bloodshot eyes stared intently at the approaching youth, as if he was still trying to get up.

Lian Youming stopped, his gaze falling to the half-dead, still twitching body before him, still filled with deep malice. He said lightly, "Even on the verge of death, you're still full of malice. So pure, you've got guts... White ape, huh? In that case, I won't leave you a whole corpse. Consider it my revenge for that corpse in the forest."

Having said that, he slightly raised his eyelids, slowly raised the knife in his hand, and then chopped and hacked down repeatedly in an almost hammering manner.

Sparks flew, and the blade chipped.

Under the frenzied and ruthless flash of the blade, blood and flesh flew everywhere until half of the body was completely turned into a pile of broken bones and rotten flesh, and Lian Youming stopped, covered in blood.

His body was shattered, but his head was intact.

"Hoo!" Looking at the mangled corpse on the ground, Lian Youming stood frozen in place for a long while before letting out a long breath. Just smelling the strong stench of blood, although his tense expression relaxed, his face turned even paler, and even the hand holding the knife was a little unsteady, trembling slightly.

But just as he was about to exhale completely, with each breath, his right hand holding the knife regained its grip.

Very stable.

The night is already deep.

The moon rises high in the sky, and the clouds disperse over ten thousand mountains.

Looking up at the moon overhead, Lian Youming, sword in hand, strode over the corpse in front of him and disappeared into the birch forest.

However, once they arrived at the other side of the battle, the situation there took them by surprise.

A figure was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the still-burning bonfire.

Sparks flew up in the wind, then quickly faded away.

Lian Youming's eyes flashed like cold lightning as he quickly scanned the area, only to discover that the one who had flown out was actually Xie Laosan.

This man looked like he had suffered a great loss; he was covered in dust and dirt, and there was blood seeping from his mouth.

Lei Hu followed closely, his hands constantly changing moves, all of them grabbing and seizing. The fire scattering in his wake, he pushed straight in, unstoppable, forcing Xie Laosan to retreat repeatedly.

Suddenly.

"Ah!"

A soft laugh echoed as it landed on the field.

Xie Laosan and Lei Hu stopped what they were doing at the same time.

Lian Youming raised an eyebrow and walked out of the forest, mocking mercilessly, "Third Uncle Xie, you're not good enough either. Where did your fighting spirit go when you were trying to kill me?"

Xie Laosan was still the same as ever, his eyes gleaming with malice as he said viciously, "Damn it, if I hadn't lost a leg, I would have taken care of this scum long ago... Why the hell aren't you hiding? What are you doing out here? Looking for death?"

"Oh dear, what are you saying? Of course I'm saving you. I feel sorry for you. If you were beaten to death, who would I avenge you? I'm a stubborn person by nature. Revenge can only be truly satisfying if I do it myself. Otherwise, what kind of revenge is it?"

Lian Youming responded with a grin, but his gaze turned directly to the Russian man named "Lei Hu," his murderous intent rising.

When Lei Hu saw that it was Lian Youming who had returned first, he had already guessed what had happened. His eyes turned sinister, as if he could devour someone at any moment. "What did you do to the white ape?"

Lian Youming picked up the butcher's knife in his hand and said without any pretense, "Isn't that obvious? Of course, we'll chop him into eight pieces."

After saying that, he pointed to the village woman's corpse again, "No matter what, this person has been defiled by you and is now dead. We can't just let you leave alive."

Finally, Youming raised his chin at Xie Laosan again, his eyes gleaming, and said with a half-smile, "Uncle Xie, there's no share for you here, is there?"

Xie Laosan's eyes were cold. Hearing this, he snorted and spat into the snow, cursing, "Bullshit! I wouldn't stoop to such a despicable thing."

Lian Youming nodded. "That makes things easier."

Although Xie Laosan appeared calm, he couldn't hide his surprise and doubt, as the boy in front of him had changed too much.

Moreover, he defeated a ruthless criminal like "White Ape," who was a cold-blooded killer, and died quietly in the deep mountains and forests.

With a sudden thought, Xie Laosan couldn't help but ask, "Are you alright?"

Lian Youming shook his head. "Enough with the small talk. Let's take care of this guy first, then we'll settle our old scores. Is that alright?"

Xie Laosan chuckled softly, "Heh, I knew I wasn't wrong, and the old man guarding the mountain wasn't mistaken either. You're still as unpredictable as ever. Alright, let's kill this bastard first!!!"

(End of this chapter)