The Martial Saint of the Defiled World

The whistle blew, and the battle in the courtyard came to an eerie halt.

The thugs who had been attacking frantically seemed to have heard some command, and they all retreated in unison, widening the distance between themselves and Jiang Shaosheng and his three companions, but no longer advancing.

The Liu brothers, Wen and Wu, were panting heavily, leaning on their canes, and looking at the group of people with wary expressions.

"What are they going to do?"

Liu Wu asked.

Liu Wen shook his head, his expression grave: "I don't know. Be careful, it might be a trap."

Jiang Shaosheng's gaze swept across the entire room, finally landing on Liu San'er at the door.

He knew that the sharp whistle must be some kind of signal.

Sure enough, after Liu San'er blew the whistle, the look of terror on his face disappeared, replaced by a ferocious expression that was almost insane.

He stepped out from behind the crowd, holding a gleaming wrist-splitting knife.

"Hey Jiang, I admit, you're pretty good at fighting."

Liu San'er pointed the tip of his knife at Jiang Shaosheng, his voice trembling slightly, but more so with a desperate, resolute determination.

"But even the strongest can't fight off a crowd! Today, none of you four will leave this courtyard alive!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than several more figures appeared on the courtyard wall.

This time, the people who came were completely different from the henchmen from before.

There were four of them, all dressed in the same black outfit, their faces covered with black cloth, only their eyes showing.

They carried no long weapons, only bulging waistbands that seemed to conceal short blades.

The four people leaped down from the wall, which was more than five meters high, and landed silently, like four raccoon dogs on the night.

The moment they appeared, the atmosphere in the entire courtyard seemed to drop a few degrees.

Jiang Shaosheng's [Danger Awareness Instinct] sounded a strong alarm again, and the pricking sensation was several times stronger than before!

Master!

These four masked men are true masters!

The faces of Liu Wen and Liu Wu also turned extremely ugly.

They knew their stuff; just by looking at how these four landed, they knew their skills were far superior to their own.

"elder brother……"

Liu Wu's voice was a little dry.

"Don't panic!"

Liu Wen gritted his teeth.

"Let's fight them!"

Jiang Shaosheng's heart sank as well.

He could sense that each of the four masked men exuded an extremely strong murderous aura, far surpassing that of the thugs he had encountered before.

Their goal is very clear: themselves.

The trouble is big.

"superior!"

Liu San'er issued another order.

This time, the dozen or so thugs didn't rush at once, but split into two groups.

A group of seven or eight people continued to besiege the Liu brothers, with a clear objective: to stall them.

The remaining people, along with the four masked men, advanced towards Jiang Shaosheng and Hong Pu.

Hongpu looked at the four masked men with cold eyes and panicked a little.

"Shaosheng, what... what should we do?"

"What else can we do but fight!"

Jiang Shaosheng took a deep breath and shielded Hong Pu behind him.

After saying that, he took the initiative to walk up to the four masked men.

He knew that these four people were the key.

Once we deal with them, the remaining rabble is nothing to fear.

"court death!"

One of the masked men saw that Jiang Shaosheng dared to step forward and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

He moved with incredible speed, creating a whooshing sound as his short knife traced a strange arc, aiming straight for Jiang Shaosheng's throat.

What a quick knife!

Jiang Shaosheng's pupils contracted, and he used the Bajiquan stepping technique, advancing instead of retreating, and suddenly shifted his body to the left, narrowly avoiding the blade.

At the same time, he formed his left palm and delivered a precise block strike to the opponent's wrist holding the knife.

The masked man felt as if his wrist was being clamped by iron clamps, and a powerful force came through, making it almost impossible for him to hold the knife.

He was startled, not expecting Jiang Shaosheng's reaction and strength to be so astonishing.

But he was, after all, a skilled fighter with extensive combat experience. With a quick twist of his wrist, he reversed the blade and slashed Jiang Shaosheng's palm.

Jiang Shaosheng flipped his hand, spread his five fingers, and gripped his wrist like an eagle's claw. At the same time, he took a half step forward with his right foot and lunged forward.

Bajiquan, leaning against the mountain!

Before the masked man could even react, Jiang Shaosheng had firmly pressed him against his chest.

His sternum collapsed instantly, a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall behind him and rolling to the ground. He was clearly dead.

one move!

With just one move, he instantly killed a master!

The remaining three masked men, along with Liu San'er and the others behind them, were all dumbfounded.

They knew Jiang Shaosheng was a good fighter, but they didn't expect him to be this good!

"Attack him together! Kill him!"

One of the masked men reacted and let out a hoarse roar.

The remaining three, along with Liu San'er and a few thugs, no longer dared to underestimate Jiang Shaosheng and rushed towards him from three directions at the same time.

Jiang Shaosheng struck successfully, his momentum soaring.

He let out a long roar, assumed a Bajiquan stance, and charged straight at the crowd without dodging or avoiding.

He knew that in the face of an attack, retreating meant certain death. The only chance of survival was to use even fiercer and more ruthless tactics to crush their courage in the shortest possible time!

Crushing Fist!

Elbow thrust!

Stomp your feet!

Jiang Shaosheng brought the fierce and violent characteristics of Bajiquan to their extreme.

Every move he made carried an indomitable spirit.

Wherever the fists and feet struck, the air seemed to explode.

A masked man attacked from the side, thrusting a short knife straight at Jiang Shaosheng's ribs.

Jiang Shaosheng didn't even look. He swung his left arm down like an iron whip, using the force of someone removing their armor, and smashed the opponent's arm down.

The man felt his entire arm go numb, and his arm was wide open.

Jiang Shaosheng clenched his right fist and unleashed a powerful punch that landed squarely on his face.

The man's head was struck so hard that it snapped back, his nose shattered, blood splattered everywhere, and he fell backward.

again!

Just as Jiang Shaosheng knocked down the second person, the attack from the third masked man arrived.

This man was extremely cunning. Taking advantage of Jiang Shaosheng's weakened state, he stabbed him in the back of the heart.

Jiang Shaosheng's [Danger Instinct] on his back was frantically warning him, but it was too late for him to turn around.

At the critical moment, he suddenly squatted down and forcefully twisted his body to the right.

With a hiss!

The blade sliced ​​through his back, drawing a trail of blood.

so close!

Jiang Shaosheng felt a burning pain in his back, but instead of being alarmed, he became angry. Using the force of his squatting and twisting, he lashed his right leg out like a steel whip.

Bajiquan, sweeping leg strike!

The masked man who launched the sneak attack succeeded with a single blow and was about to deliver the finishing blow when he didn't expect Jiang Shaosheng's counterattack to be so swift.

Caught off guard, he was kicked in the shinbone.

The crisp sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

The man let out a piercing scream, clutched his leg, and rolled on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, of the four top fighters, two were dead and one was injured, leaving only one remaining.

The last masked man, looking at Jiang Shaosheng who resembled a demon, was utterly terrified.

He yelled, threw down the knife, and turned to try to escape by climbing over the wall.

How could Jiang Shaosheng let him go? Just as he was about to give chase, he caught a glimpse of Liu San'er leading the remaining thugs around him and heading straight for Hong Pu, whom he was protecting behind him!

A feint to the east while attacking in the west!

"Hongpu, watch out!"

Jiang Shaosheng roared, trying to rush back to help, but the masked man who was injured and lying on the ground clung tightly to his leg.

"You're asking for it!"

Jiang Shaosheng was furious and stomped down, killing the man instantly. But in that short time, Liu San'er and the others had already rushed in front of Hong Pu.

Hong Pu was left alone in the corner, watching Jiang Shaosheng display his might. He was initially filled with both respect and fear, and his blood was boiling with excitement.

But when he saw Liu San'er leading five or six men, each wielding a sharp blade, charging towards him with a sinister grin, his mind went blank.

run?

There's a wall behind us, nowhere to run.

Help?

Shaosheng was entangled, and distant water could not quench the immediate fire.

What should I do?

Liu San'er's squinty-eyed face loomed larger and larger in his eyes, and the cold light from the razor-sharp wrist-splitting knife stung his eyes.

Just then, Jiang Shaosheng's words, "If anyone gets close, smash them, smash them!" rang in his ears again.

Yes! Smash it! Damn!

Hongpu's eyes instantly turned red.

He recalled the bullying he had suffered since childhood, and the thugs who mocked him for not knowing how to fight.

Hong Pu let out a beast-like roar. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward to meet Liu San'er, who was charging at the forefront!

He put into practice the "breakthrough step" and "close-fitting lean" techniques that Jiang Shaosheng had taught him.

Although the movements were ridiculously clumsy, the legs were still a bit stiff when the feet landed, and the shoulders couldn't exert any force when leaning out.

However, he had one thing that those martial arts experts didn't have.

That's real, raw brute strength!

And the ruthlessness when pushed to the brink!

He just rammed straight into Liu San'er!

Liu San'er originally thought he had it all figured out, and a cruel smile still lingered on his face.

He never imagined that this seemingly simple-minded, big guy would dare to fight back, and with such a reckless fighting style.

He tried to dodge, but it was too late.

Hong Pu crashed solidly into Liu San'er's chest.

Liu San'er felt as if a mad bull had gored his chest, his internal organs were out of place, he couldn't catch his breath, and his eyes bulged out.

The dagger flew out of his hand, and he was sent flying backward, even further than the masked man who had been hit by Jiang Shaosheng earlier.

The two thugs behind him were knocked over and rolled around in a heap.

Hong Pu landed a successful blow, but he couldn't control his momentum and staggered forward, falling to the ground.

But he didn't care. He rolled on the spot, grabbed a wooden stick from the ground, got up, his eyes red, and swung the stick at the remaining dumbfounded thugs!

"I'll smash you sons of bitches to death!"

He didn't have any fancy moves; he just swung the stick around and smashed it, one blow after another, with great force.

The thugs were terrified by his mad bull-like brute force, and for a moment they were forced to retreat by him alone.