The Martial Saint of the Defiled World

Liu Wu's sudden appearance startled the thugs who were besieging Hong Pu.

They looked at the man, covered in blood, his left hand almost cleaved open, yet still protecting his companion like a leopard, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

"Damn it, another one coming to die!"

After a brief hesitation, one of the men with a scar on his face spat and charged forward with his knife.

Liu Wu held the stick in one hand, his eyes bloodshot. He knew his current situation; a direct confrontation would only lead to his death.

He roared and, instead of parrying the other man's knife, he used all his strength to throw the white ash wood stick in his hand like a javelin at the scarred man's face!

This move was a suicidal tactic that took everyone by surprise.

The scarred man was startled. He hadn't expected Liu Wu to be so fearless and instinctively dodged to the side.

The wooden stick flew past his cheek with a sharp whistling sound.

The scarred man's face was grazed by the blow of the stick, leaving a bloody mark. Still shaken, he touched his face and then flew into a rage.

"You're asking for it!"

Just as he was about to go up again, he found that Liu Wu had taken advantage of the moment to pull up the still dazed Hong Pu and scramble back to the corner of the wall.

"Hongpu, are you alright?"

Liu Wu leaned against the wall, panting heavily, his face pale from blood loss.

Hong Pu shook his head, looking at Liu Wu's bloodied and mangled left hand, his eyes reddening: "Brother Wu, you..."

"Stop talking nonsense! We men bleed, we don't cry!"

Liu Wu interrupted him.

"They'll come up later. Follow my instructions!"

After saying that, he picked up a brick from the ground and gripped it tightly with his still-functioning right hand.

Having lost his stick and suffering severe injuries, all he can rely on now is this last bit of courage and experience.

On the other side, Jiang Shaosheng also noticed the danger on this side.

He felt a warmth in his heart when he saw Liu Wu risk his own safety to save Hong Pu.

It is at times like these that a person's true character is revealed.

Although Liu Wu has a bad temper and is a bit petty, he is a man of loyalty and righteousness at heart.

This brother is worth befriending!

A thought flashed through Jiang Shaosheng's mind, but his hands did not stop moving at all.

He must deal with the enemy at hand as soon as possible and go to their aid.

The four thugs who had been holding Liu Wen back saw their companions go to attack Hong Pu and thought they had victory in their grasp, so they slowed down their offensive.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to catch his breath, Liu Wen glanced at the situation on the field and immediately shouted to Jiang Shaosheng, "Brother Jiang, they outnumber us! We can't be separated! Find a way to regroup!"

Jiang Shaosheng nodded.

He realized that the enemy's strategy was to divide and surround them, and then defeat them one by one.

Liu Wen was skilled in martial arts, but he was entangled by four people and could not break free.

With Liu Wu severely injured and Hong Pu a new recruit, both huddled in a corner, their situation was extremely precarious.

The key to breaking the deadlock in the entire battle lies within ourselves!

We must break through a road as quickly as possible!

Jiang Shaosheng took a deep breath and held nothing back.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, and the ground of the entire courtyard seemed to shake.

Bajiquan, Vajra Eight Forms, Hammer Support!

He leaped into the air, his target the two thugs blocking his way from Liu Wen.

The two men felt a blur before their eyes as an unparalleled, domineering aura swept over them, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

They tried to dodge, but found that Jiang Shaosheng's fist was already upon them.

His fist, seemingly ordinary, without any fancy moves, was just a simple straight punch.

But before the punch even landed, the force of the punch, tearing through the air, already stung their cheeks.

Jiang Shaosheng's fist, though thrown later, struck first, landing squarely on one of the men's chest.

Before the man could even scream, his chest caved in at a visible speed, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall, sliding to the ground, and falling silent.

Jiang Shaosheng threw a punch without stopping, his body turned smoothly, and his left elbow thrust backward.

Head-on!

It hit another person right in the heart.

The man was struck dumb, spitting out a mouthful of blood three feet high, and collapsed to his knees.

Two more moves, and they were both killed instantly!

The remaining two thugs, seeing Jiang Shaosheng who looked like a god of death descending to earth, were terrified. They let out a scream and turned to run away.

Jiang Shaosheng didn't even look at them and rushed straight to Liu Wen's side.

"Brother Liu, are you alright?"

"I'm fine!"

Liu Wen wiped the sweat from his face, his eyes filled with shock and gratitude as he looked at Jiang Shaosheng.

"Brother Jiang, thank you so much!"

"Stop talking! Go save them first!"

Jiang Shaosheng and Liu Wen joined forces, back to back, and charged towards Liu Wu and Hong Pu step by step.

At this moment, the four thugs who were besieging Liu Wu and Hong Pu also realized what was happening.

When they saw Jiang Shaosheng and Liu Wen charging towards them, they knew they couldn't delay any longer.

"Quickly finish this! Kill the wounded one first!"

The scarred man roared, and the four of them pounced on Liu Wu and Hong Pu, who were in the corner.

"Brother Wu!"

Hongpu screamed in fright.

"Don't be afraid!"

Liu Wu shoved Hong Pu behind him, then faced the four machetes and raised the brick in his hand.

He knew he couldn't stop them, but he couldn't back down an inch.

Just as the blade was about to strike him, a figure appeared as if descended from heaven, blocking his path.

It's Jiang Shaosheng again!

"roll!"

Jiang Shaosheng roared, his voice like thunder.

He swung his arms, advancing instead of retreating, and stomped his feet hard on the ground, crashing into the two men's arms.

With a powerful thrust of his left hand, palm facing upwards, he flipped the man and the cleaver backwards.

At the same time, he delivered a powerful punch with his right hand, the back of his fist slamming hard into the face of the person on his right.

Two screams rang out almost simultaneously. One of them fell backward, while the other staggered backward with his face covered in blood.

Just as Jiang Shaosheng dealt with the two men, the scarred man in the middle and another thug were already slashing at him with their knives.

Jiang Shaosheng suddenly shifted his feet, his body sliding half a foot to the side like a slippery fish, and the two machetes barely grazed his clothes.

As he dodged the blade, his right hand shot out, his five fingers like hooks, grabbing the scarred man's wrist that was holding the knife, twisting and snapping it sharply.

The man's wrist snapped off instantly, and the cleaver clattered to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, he used the momentum to turn around, and his left elbow slammed backward like a cannonball, hitting the other man squarely in the ribs. The thug screamed and flew backward, crashing into the wall and sliding to the ground.

This series of movements was fluid and skillful, using evasion and grappling to neutralize both deadly cleavers.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Shaosheng had taken care of all four of them!

At this point, almost all of Liu San'er's thugs, except for a few who escaped and those lying on the ground groaning, were slaughtered by Jiang Shaosheng alone.

The entire courtyard fell silent once again.

Liu Wen, Liu Wu, and Hong Pu stared blankly at Jiang Shaosheng, who was standing in the middle of the corpses.

Especially Liu Wu, looking at Jiang Shaosheng's not particularly burly back, felt not only awe but also an indescribable shock.

This is what it means to be able to hold off ten thousand men!

Jiang Shaosheng slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his chest heaving violently.

The series of intense battles took a huge toll on his physical and mental strength.

His back wound burned with pain, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

But he cannot fall.

He knew this wasn't over yet.

His gaze passed over the corpses on the ground and landed on the front door.

There, Liu San'er was staring at him, her face deathly pale and her whole body trembling.

His eyes were filled with extreme fear, as if he were looking at a demon that had crawled out of hell.

Behind Liu San'er, in the darkness outside the courtyard gate, a tall figure slowly walked in.

The man was burly and wore a brocade robe. He had a ferocious leopard head mask on his face, revealing only a pair of piercing eyes.

As soon as he appeared, a sense of oppression far stronger than that of anyone before him enveloped the entire courtyard.

At this moment, Jiang Shaosheng's [danger instinct] issued an unprecedented and strongest alarm!