The Martial Saint of the Defiled World

Just as Hong Pu erupted and temporarily forced Liu San'er and his men to retreat, the situation on the other side took a sharp turn for the worse.

The Liu brothers, Wen and Wu, were being held back by the remaining seven or eight thugs and were in dire straits.

Although these people were far less skilled in individual combat than the four masked men, they had the advantage of numbers and their fighting style was extremely unscrupulous, focusing on attacking the lower body.

He would occasionally throw a handful of sand from his pocket, a truly dirty act.

Liu Wu's forest-penetrating staff technique, with its wide, sweeping movements, was at a significant disadvantage in such a chaotic battle.

As soon as he swung his stick, two or three knives slashed at his wrists and ankles from different angles, forcing him to stop and defend, unable to muster any strength.

In a moment of carelessness, a short knife slashed his left arm, and blood gushed out immediately.

"Ugh!"

Liu Wu winced in pain, roared, and swung his stick, forcing back the enemy in front of him, but the wound on his arm slowed his movements by half a beat.

In a battle between masters, even the slightest delay can be fatal.

An experienced thug seized the opportunity and pounced like a cheetah, his machete whistling through the air as he aimed straight for Liu Wu's head!

The strike was swift and ruthless. Liu Wu's old strength was exhausted, and he had not yet generated new strength. It looked like he was about to die on the spot.

"Awu, be careful!"

Liu Wen, who was standing nearby, was furious. He wanted to help, but he was held back by the other three people and couldn't break free at all.

At this critical moment, a resolute ruthlessness flashed in Liu Wu's eyes.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, suddenly releasing the stick with his left hand and grabbing the blade that was slashing towards his face!

The sharp blade instantly severed his palm, cutting deep enough to expose the bone, and blood flowed down the blade.

But he also managed to prevent the fatal blow.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

Liu Wu used all his strength, gripped the stick tightly in his right hand, and thrust it forward with all his might!

The other end of the stick, like a large spear, pierced solidly into the thug's chest.

The thug's sinister smile froze instantly. He looked down at the wooden stick that had pierced his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but only a mouthful of bloody foam came out.

With red eyes, Liu Wu stirred and pushed forcefully!

The thug was pushed backward and fell, knocking down one of his companions behind him.

Liu Wu used one of his hands to save the other's life!

This ruthlessness intimidated the surrounding enemies, who all instinctively took a step back.

"Brother! I'm fine!"

Liu Wu was panting heavily, his left hand covered in blood, but he seemed to feel no pain. He just gripped the stick tightly with his right hand and stared intently at the enemies around him.

Seeing that his younger brother was alright, Liu Wen felt a little relieved, but the worry in his eyes deepened.

He knew that Liu Wu was risking his life.

His left hand was useless, and he couldn't hold on for long with just his right hand.

"A-Wu, move over here!"

Liu Wen shouted, his grappling techniques becoming even faster, attempting to break through the encirclement and reunite with his brother.

But how could the enemy possibly let him have his way?

They noticed Liu Wu's decline, and after a brief moment of shock, their offensive became even more frantic.

"Damn it, he only has one hand! Chop him off!"

Three knives slashed at Liu Wu simultaneously from three different directions.

Liu Wu held the stick in one hand, struggling to defend himself on one side but unable to defend on the other. Soon, he was stabbed in the leg again, staggered, and fell to his knees on one knee.

Finished!

Liu Wu felt a chill in his heart.

As he watched the gleaming blade magnify before his eyes, images flashed through his mind of his older brother, Liu Wen, taking care of him from childhood to adulthood.

Brother, I'm sorry, I'll be going now.

He closed his eyes, preparing to face death.

However, the expected pain did not come.

He only heard a few dull thuds and a few short screams.

He opened his eyes in confusion, and what he saw was something he would never forget.

Jiang Shaosheng had somehow rushed in front of him, like an insurmountable mountain, blocking all the attacks.

Jiang Shaosheng did not use his fist or his elbow.

He was just using his body.

His shoulders, his back, his chest—all became the most lethal weapons.

A thug slashed from the side, and Jiang Shaosheng dodged to the side, his shoulder slamming hard into the man's chest.

The sound of the man's ribs breaking was clearly audible as he flew sideways.

Another thug stabbed at him from the front, but Jiang Shaosheng neither dodged nor avoided. Instead, he stepped forward and met the blade head-on with his chest!

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

The knife tip pierced Jiang Shaosheng's clothes in the chest, but could not go any further, as if it had not pierced flesh and blood, but a piece of refined steel!

The thug was stunned.

Jiang Shaosheng grinned, a smile filled with chilling murderous intent.

He grabbed the other man's wrist holding the knife, and with his other hand he made a fist and delivered a short, powerful punch to the man's lower abdomen.

The man's eyes bulged out instantly, he vomited up his dinner from the night before, and collapsed limply to the ground.

Hidden in Jiang Shaosheng's chest is the old dagger that his aunt Shen Xiangjun gave him.

Just as he had predicted, the stab landed precisely on the handle of the dagger.

He had no time to think, because a third knife had already slashed at the back of his neck from behind.

Without turning his head, Jiang Shaosheng suddenly sank his body downwards, and at the same time swung his right arm backwards, his elbow like a spear, and thrust it backwards fiercely!

Bajiquan, Kua Da!

A muffled thud and the sound of bones breaking came from behind.

Jiang Shaosheng didn't even need to look back to know that the man was already crippled.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Shaosheng single-handedly dealt with the three men who were besieging Liu Wu!

A moment of deathly silence fell over the entire courtyard.

Everyone was stunned by Jiang Shaosheng's ferocious and brutal fighting style.

Is this person even human?

"Can you still stand up?"

Jiang Shaosheng turned around and looked at Liu Wu, who was kneeling on one knee.

Liu Wu stared blankly at him, then looked at his bleeding left hand, nodded hard, gritted his teeth, used a stick to support himself on the ground, and stood up unsteadily.

"Brother Jiang... Brother Jiang..."

His lips trembled; he wanted to say something, but didn't know how.

He used to feel resentful, and his attitude was that of treating his peers as equals.

But now, this address of "Brother Jiang" comes from the heart, expressing reverence and submission.

"As long as you can stand up, that's fine."

Jiang Shaosheng nodded, then turned his gaze to the other side.

"Hold this position tight, I'm going to help them!"

At this time, Liu Wen and Hong Pu also ran into trouble.

Jiang Shaosheng dealt with four masked men and saved Liu Wu. Although he was incredibly powerful, it also took a lot of physical and mental effort, and the wound on his back was still throbbing.

The enemy still outnumbers the enemy.

Seeing Jiang Shaosheng's incredible prowess, the remaining seven or eight thugs knew that fighting alone would lead to certain death, so they simply changed their strategy.

They split into four people and relentlessly pursued Liu Wen.

The other four people then surrounded Hongpu again.

Hong Pu had just defeated Liu San'er with sheer courage, which greatly boosted his confidence.

But now, facing four enemies wielding sharp blades and working in perfect harmony, his rudimentary skills were no match for them.

He only knows two moves: one is to remove his armor and the other is to lean in close. He is a beginner in both and is not even half-baked.

He tried to bump into the person by getting too close, but the other person didn't give him a chance to get close. They just circled around him and kept slashing at him with a knife.

He tried to smash the other man's wrist with his armor and robes, but he was too slow and missed every time, which only made him more vulnerable.

A knife sliced ​​across his thigh, leaving a bloody gash.

"what!"

Hong Pu was in pain, stumbled, and almost fell.

Although he was tough and thick-skinned, he couldn't withstand being bled like that.

Soon, he had four or five wounds on his body. Although they were not deep, the blood that flowed out stained his clothes and made him look somewhat disheveled.

His movements became slower and slower, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

"Damn it, this big oaf is about to die! Kill him!"

A thug grinned maliciously and stabbed Hong Pu in the stomach with a knife.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge in time, Hong Pu closed his eyes in despair.

However, at that moment, a roar came from behind him.

"Get out of here!"

It's Liu Wu!

He held the stick in one hand and used his body to forcefully knock away the thug who was about to stab Hong Pu to death.

Then, he shielded Hongpu behind him, alone with one hand and a stick, facing four fierce-looking enemies.