Half-human, half-ghost, the number one divine fist

Bang bang bang!

Lin Fusheng's punches were like a tidal wave, and Lao Hei was forced to retreat repeatedly, blood gushing from his mouth and nose. The sound of bones cracking could be faintly heard as he blocked with his arms.

boom!

Another heavy punch landed, Lin Fusheng's momentum was fierce, smashing through Lao Hei's defense and leaving him wide open.

Just as Lin Fusheng was about to deliver the final blow.

From his side and behind, Yin Zhi abandoned Men Ye and launched a sneak attack.

Lin Fusheng felt a jolt of alarm in his heart. At the critical moment, he twisted his body and took a step back, turning his fist that was about to strike Lao Hei into a sweeping motion, smashing away a big man with a stick to the side. Using the force of the impact, he spun around and slammed his left elbow into Lao Hei from behind!

"laugh!"

Yin's fingertip grazed the outside of Lin Fusheng's left arm, leaving a trail of blood and three deep wounds that exposed the bone. The surrounding skin instantly turned bluish-black.

A chilling, numbing sensation seeped in.

Almost simultaneously, Old Black roared and pounced, his arms wrapping around him like iron hoops.

Besieged on all sides and wounded in his left arm, Lin Fusheng's situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

He moved with rapid, quick footwork, maneuvering within a small space, switching from the Six Harmonies Fist to a defensive stance, focusing on blocking and deflecting force.

Bang! Smash! Sizzle!

Fists, kicks, finger strikes, and tearing sounds rang out in rapid succession.

New wounds appeared on his body, his clothes were stained with blood, and his breathing was slightly disordered.

Yin Zhi is cunning and treacherous, while Lao Hei is fearless and ruthless, creating a huge stalemate.

Lin Fusheng's eyes were icy cold, his mind calm. He fought and retreated, using the wreckage of tables and chairs as cover. His Six Harmonies Fist combined hardness and softness, and his iron armor and powerful blood supported every dangerous block.

"Chief Lin, I'm here to help you!"

Just then, Monno's voice suddenly rang out.

He roared and charged in, thrusting his short blade towards Yin Zhi's lower back.

Yin Zhi frowned and turned to block.

The pressure has eased a bit.

Without pausing, Lin Fusheng kicked the tabletop, smashing it towards Lao Hei's face, while his body moved like a cheetah pouncing on Yin Zhi!

With his right fist, which had been gathering momentum for a long time, his blood and qi surged like a river bursting its banks, and he unleashed a fierce attack with the Six Harmonies Fist Breaking Army Style.

Caught off guard, Yin Zhi swiftly pointed two fingers at the edge of the fist.

"Thump! Pfft!"

Fists clashed, producing a dull thud like a broken leather strap.

Yin Zhi's face suddenly changed, and his finger bones felt like they were being pierced by an anvil, causing excruciating pain!

"Wow!"

Blood spurted from his right index finger, and he staggered backward, with two bent and injured fingers on his right hand.

At this most crucial moment.

It was also the moment when Lin Fusheng's body slightly tilted after delivering a full-force punch.

A short, cold blade, originally intended to pierce, silently grazes his right ribs!

Menye's eyes were cold and ruthless, and all his strength was concentrated into a single thrust!

In a flash, a primal hesitation crossed Men Ye's mind.

Once this knife is slashed, there is no turning back.

But Lin Fusheng's calm face, the "funding" that should have been his, the "leadership position" that should have been his, Rong Shu's resentment that should have been nurtured by him, and Hua Wendong's promise "after it's done" were all there.

All the resentment and jealousy he had felt earlier overwhelmed his hesitation.

Menye's eyes turned completely cold and ruthless, and all his strength was concentrated into a single thrust!

"Foreman Lin, watch out!"

"What are you doing, Kadono?!"

In the distance, Xiao Tian and the other powerful figures witnessed this scene and exclaimed in surprise.

Lin Fusheng had long been wary of Men Ye.

Those who are narrow-minded are the most ruthless when they betray others.

Just before the short blade reached his body, he leaned forward and turned to the left by an inch at the limit!

Simultaneously lower your right elbow!

"Pfft!"

The short blade failed to pierce the waist and kidneys, but instead sank deep into the muscle on the back of the right arm, the tip of the blade grazing the bone, and blood splattered everywhere.

As excruciating pain struck, Lin Fusheng's face turned icy cold.

Using the force of the knife wound and the momentum of the twist, his left leg swept back like a steel whip, and his heel kicked hard into the abdomen of the doorman!

"Bang!"

Men Ye felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer in the abdomen, his internal organs shifted, his vision went black, he groaned and staggered backward, the short blade slipped from his hand and remained on Lin Fusheng's arm.

"you..."

Men Ye clutched his stomach, his face ashen, and looked at Lin Fusheng with disbelief and immense terror at being exposed.

Lin Fusheng hasn't even stepped into the stone skin yet, how could he be so strong?

What terrified him was that not only did the attack fail, but it was also witnessed by Xiao Tian and his thugs.

A sneak attack on the leader, in full view of everyone!

Fear was like ice water poured over his head, only to be overwhelmed by an even more frenzied rage.

"You forced me to do this!"

"Why are you forcing me? Why are you forcing me?!"

Menye howled hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot, and pulled out the dagger again, roaring wildly at Yinzhi.

"Attack together! Kill him first!"

With a fierce glint in his eyes, Yin Zhi joined his left hand with his fingers together, attacking from both sides alongside Men Ye, who looked like a mad tiger!

Lin Fusheng took a deep breath, as if the short blade on his arm did not exist.

His eyes, sharp as knives, swept over the three people.

One against three.

The others were unable to help them, and Xiao Tian and the others were still fighting with the black-clad men sent by Jin Yulou.

Rumble.

Lin Fusheng's blood and qi surged wildly in Beipeng at an unprecedented speed.

The iron armor was stretched to its limit.

Kill one first!

This is the only way to win, the only way to survive.

Even if his blood and energy are terrifying, he will inevitably be defeated if the fight drags on.

If he can kill one, the other two will surely die as well.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, charging fiercely towards Old Black, who was the most seriously injured and whose momentum had waned!

He seemed neither to dodge nor evade the daggers that came flying from the left and right!

"court death!"

Old Hei opened his arms as if to hug him.

Just as he was about to be hugged, Lin Fusheng suddenly lowered his body and slid along the ground, slipping under Lao Hei's armpit!

With a powerful left fist, he swung it upwards from below, incredibly cunning, and slammed it into Old Black's chest and diaphragm!

Six Harmonies Fist Rising Dragon Drill!

The power of Qi, blood, muscles and bones is unleashed to its limit.

"puff--!"

A dull sound, like the piercing of a bag, rang out.

Old Hei's forward momentum suddenly froze, his eyes bulging. He slowly lowered his head, his chest seemingly collapsing.

He opened his mouth and a large amount of thick blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out.

Boom!

His burly body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, and then fell silent.

Jin Yulou's expert stone skinner, Lao Hei, is dead!

Lin Fusheng threw a punch without stopping, using the recoil to spin rapidly like a top, and then viciously swept his right leg down to Yinzhi's lower body!

Yin Zhi was shocked and leaped backward, but the wind from his leg still grazed his calf, and he landed with a sway.

The dagger had already pierced his shoulder.

Lin Fusheng, who seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, swung his left elbow backward, striking Men Ye's wrist, which was holding a dagger, with pinpoint accuracy!

"Snap!"

Wrist fracture.

"what!"

Menye screamed in agony as the dagger flew from his hand.

Lin Fusheng spun around in a whirlwind, his blood-stained face expressionless, only his icy eyes sweeping over Men Ye.

But the next moment, he abandoned the dazed Menye who was right next to him, and suddenly accelerated his pace, rushing straight towards Yinzhi who was trying to retreat and adjust!

Yin Zhi was horrified. Lin Fusheng was clearly trying to take advantage of his illness and eliminate him, who posed a greater threat, first!

He hurriedly raised his hand to block, mobilizing the remaining strength in his fingers.

Lin Fusheng's left fist struck like a hammer, relentlessly bombarding Yin Zhi, giving him no chance to breathe. The force of the punches forced Yin Zhi to retreat step by step, his breathing becoming increasingly disordered.

boom!

He punched away Yin Zhi's blocking arm, and then with a thud, kicked the side of Yin Zhi's supporting leg's knee, causing Yin Zhi to stagger.

puff!

The final, vicious elbow strike landed squarely on Yin Zhi's chest!

Yin Zhi's eyes bulged out, blood gushed out, and his whole body flew backward like a broken sack, crashing into the wall, sliding limply to the ground, and then he was lifeless.

In the blink of an eye, two out of three were gone!

Only one man, Monye, ​​with a broken wrist and a deathly pale face, stood alone amidst the mess.

Monno stared blankly at Yin Zhi's corpse, then looked at Lao Hei's burly body lying not far away, and finally, his gaze fell on the boy who was covered in blood, with his own short blade still stuck in his right arm, yet he turned around slowly to look at him like a demon god.

His mind was buzzing, completely blank.

How...could this be?

Old Black is dead? Yin Zhi is dead too?

They are all genuine Stone Skin Realm cultivators!

The three of us, all made of stone skin, not only failed to kill him, but he also killed two of us.

A chilling regret mixed with fear surged up.

sorry.

He regretted attacking Lin Fusheng.

I shouldn't have listened to Hua Wendong's nonsense.

You shouldn't be so narrow-minded.

Jealousy ruined him.

Lin Fusheng is not a good-for-nothing, nor is he just a pretty face built on medicinal herbs!

Uncle Rong's financial assistance might be possible, but Lin Fusheng's terrifying aura and his increasingly fierce and tireless fighting spirit are something only someone who has practiced martial arts for more than three months should possess.

How could a mere stone skin possibly take him down?

Now, with three stone-skinned figures surrounding them, two of them have died in the blink of an eye!

Kadono was filled with despair.

Escape now?

With eyes on all sides, where can I escape to?

Betraying fellow disciples and plotting against the leader—the deed is done, witnessed by all, and there's no going back.

The Tongxin Society's kill order was not to be taken lightly.

Just then, Lin Fusheng walked towards him.

Kadono watched the boy getting closer and closer.

Lin Fusheng's eyes, which were frighteningly calm, appeared cold.

It was as if he were staring at a dead person.

Tapping.

Lin Fusheng took a step, his movements slow and even somewhat sluggish due to his injury, but each step felt like it was stepping on Men Ye's heart.

The short blade on his right arm swayed slightly with the movement, and blood dripped continuously from the blade, leaving shocking red spots on the ground.

"I, I..."

Monno's Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to beg for mercy.

He wanted to say that he was acting under Hua Wendong's instructions, and that it was all a misunderstanding.

But the words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single one.

Under the cold gaze of the other party, any explanation would be meaningless.

Not only would it look pale and ridiculous, but it would also make him appear like a cowardly clown.

Swish!

Men Ye gripped the dagger tightly in his hand. Seeing Lin Fusheng charging towards him, he suddenly sprang up, pouring his last remaining strength and madness into the dagger in his left hand, and recklessly stabbed it towards Lin Fusheng's heart!

This was the only dying struggle he could muster.

Lin Fusheng slightly turned his body to avoid the blade, and with his left hand, he changed from a fist to a palm, and with lightning speed, he grabbed Men Ye's wrist, twisting and pulling!

"Snap!"

His other wrist also broke off.

The dagger clattered to the ground.

With both arms crippled, Monno screamed and collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face. He was utterly powerless to resist, overwhelmed by boundless fear and regret.

Lin Fusheng glanced down at him, then raised his foot and stomped heavily on Men Ye's intact right knee.

"Click!"

A clear sound of bones breaking.

Monno let out a scream that sounded inhuman; the excruciating pain almost made him faint.

Lin Fusheng then twisted Men Ye's limbs one by one, making cracking sounds, and stopped after making sure that Men Ye was incapable of doing anything more.

This guy is definitely going to die.

But we can't kill him now. We should wait for the other members of the Tongxin Society to arrive and then force them to reveal the details of today's events from Monno.

Uncle Rong will handle everything.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lin Fusheng coughed heavily, bent down and tore a strip of cloth from Men Ye's body, simply tying it above the knife wound on his right arm to barely stop the gushing blood.

After doing all this, he slowly straightened up.

The blood and qi that had been surging wildly within his body, supporting the fierce battle, now receded like a receding tide, and the intense pain, exhaustion, and dizziness brought on by blood loss swept over him like a tsunami.

He slowly looked around, confirming the bodies of Lao Hei and Yin Zhi, as well as Men Ye, who was groaning on the ground.

Suddenly everything went black, and I saw stars everywhere.

A buzzing sound filled my ears, and external sounds seemed distant.

Lin Fusheng swayed.

An even more intense wave of dizziness washed over me, and my vision was completely plunged into darkness.

In the instant before his consciousness faded, he seemed to hear Xiao Tian and the others shouting and footsteps in panic as they surrounded him, the sounds so faint they seemed to come from underwater.

Then came boundless heaviness and silence.

The blood-stained body, having lost its last support, crashed backward into the cold, sticky pool of blood.

Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!

At the same moment, police sirens sounded outside the Jinrong Casino.

Two old-fashioned police trucks, painted in black and white with rotating roof lights, were parked crookedly in front of the Fu'an Casino. Their tires rolled over the still-wet bloodstains on the street, and seven or eight guards in black uniforms and carrying old-fashioned rifles jumped out of the trucks.

The leader frowned, covered his nose with a handkerchief, and stood at the entrance of the gambling den, which was in a mess and littered with corpses, peering inside.

The sight inside sent chills down his spine.

Severed limbs and remains, blood splattered everywhere, the pungent smell made his stomach churn.

What's even more troublesome is that the clothes worn by the corpses on the ground are clearly in the style of the Sihaimen Jinyulou, while the standing and lying wounded are people from the Tongxinhui Fu'an Gambling House.

Gang fight, people died, and it was a big scene like this, with doors being broken down in the street and many people killed and injured.

A guard spat and muttered a curse. He was pondering whether to disperse the onlookers as usual, hastily collect the body, or go in and grab a few insignificant people to take the fall when a different car engine sounded from the street corner in the distance.

This time, instead of police cars, several black Ford sedans arrived, their fronts square and gleaming, gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen under the streetlights.

They drove silently to the entrance of the casino, lined up in a row, and their imposing presence immediately overshadowed the two shabby police trucks.

The door of the first car was opened by a burly man dressed in black shorts.

A plump old man, dressed in a dark blue silk robe with floral patterns and a black swastika-patterned jacket, slowly stepped out, leaning on an ebony cane inlaid with silver.

He had a fair complexion, with two meticulously trimmed mustaches. His eyes were somewhat narrowed by his fat, but a sharp glint occasionally flashed in them. On one hand, he wore a jade thumb ring of excellent quality, and in the other hand, he was playing with two shiny walnuts, which made a soft crackling sound.

The fat old man stood there without saying a word, but after glancing at the gambling den's signboard and the miserable state inside, his face darkened, as if covered with frost.

Almost simultaneously, the other two cars arrived.

The two cars that came out of were Rong Chongming, the head of the Anrentang branch of the Tongxin Huiren Society, and Hu Tiannan, the head of the Huairentang branch.

When the head of the guards saw the three men, especially the obese old man, his heart skipped a beat and he broke out in a cold sweat.

He recognized the old man.

Du Zhenyun, the vice president of the Tongxin Huiren Society!

This man is a figure in Songjiang City whose every stomp shakes the ground; he has connections everywhere and is ruthless.

He hurried forward, bending very low:

"President Du, why did you come in person? This, this matter..."