Ultimate Method: Practice your fist a hundred times, and use violence to control violence.

Western suburbs.

Not far from the abandoned parking lot, in a residential area, there are several three-story self-built houses.

Behind them, the mother and daughter were gagged and tied to a pillar.

Before the two women lay a corpse in a pool of blood. It was her husband, the father of her daughter, who had died right before their eyes.

"Big sister, we haven't found any suspicious people, and no one has intervened in the parking lot... We left a lot of coded messages for Awen, so we can contact him as soon as he finds them." A burly man with long hair strode closer, his eyes greedily sweeping over the mother and daughter tied to the pillar.

At the dining table, a tall woman wearing a black mask that covered the lower half of her face silently whittled a wooden stick. After a moment, without looking up, she said, "Keep an eye on them. They're not friendly; don't underestimate them! Issue an immediate warning if you discover anything!"

"Yes." The long-haired man couldn't help but look at the mother and daughter. Before he could speak, the wooden stick suddenly stopped in front of him, its end trembling violently.

He looked up and met the woman's cold eyes, his heart skipped a beat: "Big sister..."

"Get out!" the woman said coldly.

The long-haired man hurriedly fled.

Soon only the woman and the mother and daughter remained in the room. "Don't blame me, blame your bad luck. I didn't want to kill you, but your dad insisted on calling the police. Blame him for being so stupid."

"Waaah..." the woman sobbed.

The woman ignored her, stood up, looked at the wall covered with certificates of merit, took one down and examined it closely, then turned back to her: "You're a model student? I really envy you good students. It's a pity I didn't like studying when I was young, and I regret it now..."

She said a few words and then stopped talking.

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the sobs of the mother and daughter remaining.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The long-haired man suddenly strode in: "Big sister, we found tire tracks on the east side! Someone's sneaking over here!"

"Did Awen give a signal?" the woman asked.

The long-haired man hesitated, "No, I should give it to him... Sister, I have a bad feeling about this. Do you think it might be a trap?"

The woman remained silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "We need to see the person alive or dead; that's the rule."

"Understood, I'll get the brothers ready right away." The long-haired man didn't dare look at the mother and daughter again this time, but how could the prey he had his eye on possibly escape unscathed?

"Buzz!"

At that moment, the communicator vibrated.

The woman picked it up.

……

"You're not being honest, so you're sending someone to follow you?"

……

The woman frowned.

I dialed Awen's number.

It was simply forcefully suppressed by the other party.

She could only type: "Where's Awen? Tell him to talk to me, I need to confirm if he's dead or alive!"

The news came quickly.

Do you think you're qualified to talk to me?

The woman held the communicator in both hands, seemingly thinking about how to phrase her words, but suddenly a faint sound came from the doorway. She turned her head and looked at it warily.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, gunshots rang out in the distance.

The woman's gaze sharpened.

They realized something was wrong.

He was about to turn around and grab his gun.

next moment.

"Bang!"

The door was blown open on the spot.

It was made of a steel-wood composite material, yet it was blown through and scattered everywhere.

"Who?"

The woman gave a soft rebuke.

The person facing him was like an angry Vajra, his feet flying, closing in on him in the blink of an eye, his iron fist striking from his ribs, aiming straight for his heart.

The woman's expression changed slightly.

In an instant, she didn't even have time to see who it was. She only felt as if a huge wave had surged before the punch was thrown. To have mastered fist techniques to this extent was already considered masterful...

She thought of many enemies in her mind, but none of them matched up at all.

"Snapped!"

Wan Ze's fist struck the woman's chest with almost perfect accuracy, landing precisely on her chest. He could even feel the warmth of her skin through her thin clothing.

The woman's expression changed completely at that moment.

"not good!"

A sudden chill ran down my spine.

His heart pounded, his blood rushed through his body, and he hurriedly blocked with both elbows, attempting to lift Wan Ze away with a "tiger-returning-to-the-mountain" maneuver.

However, Wan Ze's punches were fierce. Before his arms even landed, the force of the blows made a crackling sound in mid-air.

The woman's hair was blown off by the strong wind, and she felt a huge gust of air, like a pillar of heaven, rushing down from above and fiercely pouring into her clothes.

"Bang bang bang!"

The buttons on her chest burst open and flew off, revealing a large expanse of skin.

But at this critical juncture of life and death, no one cares about such a gentle breeze.

Wan Zeyi's fierce power from the Tiger-Taming Vajra technique instantly transformed into the Iron Mountain Fist, striking from top to bottom, targeting a vicious and ruthless opponent.

The woman felt an unprecedented pressure. At this critical moment, the wildness within her was completely unleashed, and a deafening roar erupted from her throat, like a thunderclap. The mother and daughter closest to her felt their ears ringing and instantly lost consciousness.

At the same time, the woman spread her hands apart, her ten fingers slightly curled inward, like the fangs of a wild beast's gaping maw!

"Bang!"

The ground beneath her feet was pounded into a shallow pit, and in the blink of an eye, she rushed toward Wan Ze's figure, as if she had transformed into a ferocious beast, determined to devour Wan Ze whole.

Wan Ze's expression remained unchanged; in the blink of an eye, the fight was a matter of life and death!

The blood and qi surged in the heart, and the body suddenly grew stronger.

In an instant.

Drum muscle! Elbow swing! Tendon snap! Joint snap!

The shock caused the woman's ten fingers, which were gripping his shoulders, to involuntarily loosen.

At the same time, Wan Ze used the momentum to wade into the woman's arms.

You want to devour me?

Then I'll unleash my fury like a tiger!

Let's see if you can understand how the celestial dog swallows the sun.

My Tiger-Taming Vajra is still the most domineering and invincible!

Wan Ze's momentum surged to an extremely high level, and he came on strong.

The woman's face turned deathly pale in an instant. She felt that Wan Ze's fist technique was powerful and fierce, like a storm. Such an extreme change could not possibly appear in the person in front of her.

"It's you!"

She recognized Wan Ze.

She recognized him as the young man she had fought with at Lingyun Manor that day.

But what she didn't expect was that, now, on their second meeting, her confidence from back then had completely vanished.

This……

How is that possible!

But facts speak louder than words!

Wan Ze didn't give her a chance to make another move. The moment he burrowed into the woman's arms, he spun around behind her and delivered a powerful upward punch, leaving her in a life-or-death situation.

The woman felt a tingling sensation in her tailbone, followed by a rush of cold air to the top of her head, causing her hair to stand on end.

With a loud bang, he was blasted away and crashed into the wall next to him, cracking the wall and leaving bloodstains in the crack.

"Junior brother, that punch was pretty ruthless." Lei Ming's voice came from outside. He stepped in, carrying a burly man who had already fainted. When he saw the mother and daughter who were tied up, he was clearly stunned: "These people are so ruthless? They don't even spare ordinary people? Damn it!"

Wan Ze glanced at her, then looked away. "She deserves to die!"

Lei Ming walked to the masked woman's side, bent down to examine her, and said, "She's still breathing... but it looks like she's completely crippled."

Her entire spine was broken; even a god couldn't save her. She would either die now or be a cripple for the rest of her life.

However, the woman was powerless to resist at the moment, and she and her men were all taken into custody.

Zhai Jia ordered the soldiers to continue searching the surrounding area to see if there were any remaining survivors. After seeing everything inside the room, he cursed under his breath!

He looked up and asked, "Where's Zhe Yuling?"

"Here it is." Wan Ze held out his hand, the cool sensation on his fingertips having quietly disappeared.