The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Chapter 51 didn't even require me to lift a hand.

In front of the headquarters building of Haicheng Martial Arts Association.

Jiang Chen's feet landed on solid ground.

The river behind us was still churning and crashing against the embankment.

The dozens of association disciples guarding the door were stunned when they saw the clean-looking man.

Some people even rubbed their eyes, wondering if they were seeing things.

Did this person run across the river?

"stop!"

The head of the guards drew his baton from his waist.

"This is the Martial Arts Association's restricted area. Unauthorized personnel are not permitted..."

"roll."

Jiang Chen uttered a single word.

He didn't stop and kept walking forward.

The guard captain's facial muscles twitched, and he raised his baton to smash it down on Jiang Chen's head.

Jiang Chen didn't even look at him.

The captain of the guard had just raised his hand halfway when his body was hit as if by a speeding truck.

"Bang!"

He was sent flying more than ten meters away and crashed into the revolving glass door of the lobby.

Glass shards were scattered all over the floor.

"Enemy attack!"

"Someone has broken into the mountain gate!"

A sharp whistle rang out throughout the square.

A dense crowd poured out of the building.

They were all disciples dressed in white training uniforms, carrying long sticks and machetes.

There were over a thousand people.

They were like a black tide, threatening to drown Jiang Chen's lone boat.

Jiang Chen took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

The rain soaked the cigarette box, but the cigarettes inside remained dry.

He pulled one out and put it in his mouth.

"Could I borrow a light?"

Jiang Chen spoke to the burly man at the very front.

The burly man raised his machete and slashed down with a sinister grin.

Jiang Chen raised his hand.

Two fingers gripped the blade.

"collapse!"

The steel machete broke in two.

Jiang Chen flicked his finger.

The broken blade flew back, grazing the burly man's neck and embedding itself in the pillar behind him.

The burly man clutched his neck and collapsed.

Jiang Chen snapped his fingers with his right hand.

A cluster of crimson flames danced at his fingertips.

The cigarette was lit.

He took a deep breath and exhaled a smoke ring.

"If you don't want to roll, then lie down."

Jiang Chen stepped into the crowd.

There are no fancy moves.

There were no extra movements.

He simply walked forward.

Anyone who gets within three feet of him will be automatically sent flying.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

He managed to create a vacuum in the defensive line composed of thousands of disciples.

The ground was littered with people who had lost limbs.

The remaining disciples' hands trembled as they gripped their weapons, their legs shook, and they kept retreating.

No one dared to step forward and risk their lives.

At the far end of the hall, in front of the large steel door leading to the basement.

An elderly man in a gray robe blocked the way.

The old man's hands were jet black and shiny, a size larger than a normal person's palms, and covered with calluses.

Those are the marks left by years of practicing Iron Palm.

The second elder of the Guo family.

Guo Zhenshan.

"Young man, good tricks."

Guo Zhenshan stood with his hands behind his back, his triangular eyes scrutinizing Jiang Chen from head to toe.

"The slain tiger died at your hands, and it was no injustice."

"But this is the Guo family's stronghold."

"These iron palms of mine have been honed for forty years, and have shattered countless..."

Jiang Chen flicked off his cigarette ash.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Guo Zhenshan's smile froze.

Then he became enraged.

"court death!"

Guo Zhenshan roared, and the floor tiles beneath his feet shattered instantly.

He lunged at Jiang Chen, his palms whistling as he struck Jiang Chen's crown.

The palm strike was fierce.

There were even explosions in the air.

If that palm strike lands solidly, it could pulverize not only a human head, but even granite.

Jiang Chen still had a cigarette in his mouth.

He raised his right hand and made a fist.

Since what you're so proud of is your palm strength...

Then let's shatter your pride head-on.

The fist and the iron palm collided.

"boom!"

A dull, loud bang.

Then came the sickening cracking sound of bones breaking.

"Snap, snap!"

Guo Zhenshan's iron palms, which were said to be invulnerable to swords and spears, instantly turned into two lumps of rotten flesh.

Bone fragments pierced through the skin and were exposed.

But it's not over yet.

That domineering energy traveled upwards along his arm.

Guo Zhenshan's arm was bent and deformed like a twisted rope.

"puff!"

Two bloody holes were blown open on Guo Zhenshan's back.

Jiang Chen's fist force pierced through his body.

Guo Zhenshan stared wide-eyed down at his empty arm.

"This...how...?"

"possible."

Before he could finish speaking, his body fell straight backward.

They smashed open the door leading to the basement.

Jiang Chen stepped over Guo Zhenshan's corpse and walked over.

The dungeon is on the third underground level.

It's very quiet here.

There were no shouts of battle, only the sound of water droplets falling.

Jiang Chen walked to the end of the corridor.

There's no road ahead.

There was only a thick wall and a fence.

That's not an ordinary fence.

Each railing was as thick as an arm, entirely black, and gleamed with a chilling, eerie light.

This is a cage made of deep-sea black iron mixed with alloys.

It is specifically used to detain master-level experts who have committed crimes.

Tangtang was hung inside the fence.

She hung her head, her long purple hair obscuring her face.

Hearing footsteps, Tangtang weakly raised her head.

The moment she saw Jiang Chen, her dull eyes lit up instantly.

Her lips trembled, and tears began to fall.

"Waaaaah..."

"Big brother..."

"You've finally arrived..."

"My hand hurts so much..."

Jiang Chen's eyes turned cold as he looked at the iron handcuffs that were already digging into her flesh.

"Don't cry."

"I'll take you home."

"go home?"

An old and sinister voice suddenly came from the loudspeaker above.

It's Guo Zhenxiong.

"You think you can go home now that you're here?"

"Jiang Chen, you are indeed very good at fighting."

"You even killed the second brother with one punch."

"But this cage was designed by foreign military experts back then."

"Unless you have a cutting machine, it will take you three days and three nights to cut it."

"Otherwise, even a Grandmaster at the peak wouldn't be able to break these iron railings."

"You just stand outside and watch this girl bleed to death."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The shrill laughter echoed through the narrow corridor.

In the shadows, a dozen shadow guards carrying crossbows were aiming at Jiang Chen's back.

Jiang Chen ignored Guo Zhenxiong's clamor.

He walked up to the fence.

He stretched out his hands and grabbed two thick iron railings.

"You think this piece of junk can stop me?"

The "Formless Technique" within Jiang Chen's body was operating wildly.

The vortex of true qi in the dantian began to reverse.

A terrifyingly high temperature flowed through his meridians and gathered in his palm.

The air became distorted.

The temperature in the originally cold and damp dungeon rose sharply.

The shadow guards standing in the shadows suddenly felt short of breath and a burning sensation on their skin.

"Sizzle—"

The iron railing began to turn red where Jiang Chen's palm touched.

That's a sign of melting.

The laughter from the loudspeaker stopped abruptly.

"What...what is this?"

Guo Zhenxiong's voice trembled.

The iron railings changed from red to dazzling white.

It then turned into molten iron, dripping onto the ground.

The cement floor was scalded with small pits by the molten iron, and black smoke rose from it.

Jiang Chen forcefully tore it apart with both hands.

Those iron railings, which were said to be impenetrable even to missiles, were torn open by him like melted chocolate, leaving a large hole.

A wave of heat hit us.

Tangtang felt the chill on her body instantly dissipate.

She stared blankly at the man who walked in from the firelight.

At this moment, Jiang Chen seemed to be draped in a golden-red halo.

"Wow!"

Tang Tang couldn't hold back any longer and threw herself into Jiang Chen's arms.

Snot and tears were all wiped on Jiang Chen's shirt, which cost only a few dozen yuan.

"It's filthy."

Jiang Chen complained, but he didn't push her away.

He extended his finger and lightly tapped the iron handcuff on Tang Tang's wrist.

"Clatter".

The specially made alloy handcuffs broke instantly.

Tangtang was freed and clung to Jiang Chen like a koala.

"Get down."

Jiang Chen patted her bottom.

"I don't!"

Tangtang buried her head in his chest, greedily inhaling the smell of tobacco on him.

"My legs are weak, I can't walk."

Jiang Chen sighed helplessly, supported her with one hand, and turned to look at the camera flashing a red dot above the corridor.

The shadow guards lurking in the shadows were terrified and didn't even dare to pull the trigger.

Melting iron with bare hands?

Is this even human?

Anyone who dares to make a move will likely suffer a fate worse than those iron railings.

Jiang Chen stared at the camera.

His gaze pierced through the screen, directly targeting Guo Zhenxiong, who was sitting in the monitoring room.

"Guo Zhenxiong".

Jiang Chen's voice was not loud.

But it struck like a heavy hammer on the hearts of everyone who heard it.

"I'll be waiting for you upstairs."

"Call everyone you can."

"Line up and die!"