The Martial Saint of the Defiled World

The man wearing the leopard head mask slowly walked into the courtyard, step by step.

His footsteps were light, landing on the blood-stained ground without making a sound.

But with each step he took, the invisible pressure in the courtyard grew heavier.

The Liu brothers, Wen and Wu, along with Hong Pu, felt as if they were being watched by a giant python. The hairs on their bodies stood on end, and even breathing became difficult.

Jiang Shaosheng's muscles were also tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

His [danger instinct] told him that the masked man in front of him was the most dangerous person he had encountered since coming to this world, without exception.

Of course, this only applies to those who are hostile towards him.

Those four masked men, though highly skilled in martial arts, were more like assassins in their nature.

This masked man exuded a pure and undisguised ferocity!

"waste!"

The masked man walked up to Liu San'er, who was trembling all over, and without even looking at him, he squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

"Master... I..."

Liu San'er was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a thud, unable to even finish his sentence.

"Get out of here."

The masked man kicked Liu San'er in the chest, sending him flying to the side.

Then, he raised his head, and his eyes, hidden behind the mask, looked past the corpse on the ground and landed on Jiang Shaosheng.

"That's interesting."

The masked man spoke coldly.

"I never imagined that such a small warehouse would harbor someone like you."

Jiang Shaosheng didn't speak, but clenched his fists and looked at him warily.

"What's your name?"

"I asked the masked man."

You don't need to know.

Jiang Shaosheng replied coldly.

He said this on purpose, firstly to provoke the other party and find a weakness, and secondly to boost the morale of his own people.

We absolutely cannot lose in terms of morale when facing such a formidable enemy.

"hehe……"

The masked man actually laughed, but his laughter was hoarse and unpleasant.

"That's right, there's no need to know. In front of me, Golden Leopard, you are all no different from dead men."

Leopard!

He is Golden Leopard!

Liu Wen, Liu Wu, and Hong Pu were all startled when they heard this name.

It turns out that the mastermind behind all of this tonight is the head of the old street's new gang, a name that has been heard but never seen!

"Are you the Golden Leopard?"

Jiang Shaosheng narrowed his eyes.

"You went through all this trouble just for this warehouse?"

"I'm determined to get what's in the warehouse."

The leopard was quite frank.

"Originally, I just wanted to take the things quietly and didn't want to hurt anyone. It's your own fault for being ungrateful, so don't blame me."

He pointed to the corpse on the ground, his tone completely calm.

"Did you kill all of these people?"

"Yes."

Jiang Shaosheng readily admitted it.

"very good."

The leopard nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer.

"You're quite skilled, ruthless, and vicious. I like that."

He abruptly changed his tone: "I'll give you a chance. Kneel down now, kowtow three times to me, and acknowledge me as your boss. I'll pretend tonight's events never happened."

"From now on, you will be my top henchman, the Golden Leopard. You will be blessed with wealth and honor."

Recruit me?

Jiang Shaosheng was taken aback for a moment, then he understood.

This leopard was impressed by its own strength.

He had almost wiped out his men, and was in dire need of manpower.

The fighting prowess he displayed was indeed very valuable to him.

Liu Wen looked at Jiang Shaosheng nervously.

He was afraid that Jiang Shaosheng would be tempted.

After all, the conditions offered by the other party were too tempting for a poor boy struggling at the bottom of society.

On one side lies wealth and glory, on the other, a dead end. The choice seems obvious.

However, Jiang Shaosheng laughed.

"You want me to kneel before you?"

He shook his head, looking at the leopard with a mocking gaze.

"You're not worthy."

These words shocked everyone present.

Liu Wen, Liu Wu, and Hong Pu were shocked by Jiang Shaosheng's audacity.

Golden Leopard, on the other hand, was so angry at Jiang Shaosheng's arrogance that he laughed.

"Good...very good!"

He said "good" twice, and his eyes, hidden behind the mask, suddenly flashed with murderous intent.

"Since I, Golden Leopard, started out, no one has ever dared to talk to me like that. Kid, you've successfully angered me."

"I was originally hoping to leave you with a complete corpse, but now it seems I'll have to chop you up and feed you to the dogs!"

Before he finished speaking, he moved.

His body was suddenly ejected!

Their speed far surpassed that of the previous four masked men!

Jiang Shaosheng felt a blur before his eyes, and a stench of blood rushed towards him.

So fast!

Jiang Shaosheng was terrified. He didn't even have time to react. Guided by his "danger instinct," he instinctively crossed his arms to protect his chest.

The next moment, the leopard's fist slammed solidly into Jiang Shaosheng's arms.

Jiang Shaosheng felt an indescribable, terrifying force on his arm, and he was thrown backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily into the warehouse door behind him.

The sturdy solid wood door groaned in pain as he slammed it, and cracks appeared on the door panels.

"puff!"

Jiang Shaosheng felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He slid down the door panel and fell to the ground, feeling as if his internal organs had been displaced, and his arms were numb and painful, almost losing all feeling.

One punch!

With just one punch, he was severely injured!

The strength of this leopard is simply beyond human capabilities!

"Shaosheng!"

"Brother Jiang!"

Hong Pu and Liu Wu exclaimed in surprise and wanted to rush over to help, but Jiang Shaosheng stopped them with a look.

Does Shaosheng have a backup plan?

The three of them thought the same thing at the same time.

The leopard ignored them and slowly walked towards Jiang Shaosheng, who was lying on the ground.

"I told you, in front of me, you're no different from a dead man."

He looked down at Jiang Shaosheng, his voice full of mockery.

"Now, what else do you have to say?"

Jiang Shaosheng struggled to get up from the ground, but his body wouldn't obey him.

That punch was not only incredibly powerful, but it also carried a strange, shock-like force that went straight through his arm and injured his internal organs.

As he watched the leopard approach step by step, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside him.

Is this the absolute difference in power?

His proud Bajiquan style was so easily defeated in front of him.

Having transmigrated here for so long and practiced boxing for so long, in the end, can't I still escape the word "death"?

A hint of resentment flashed in Jiang Shaosheng's eyes.

He thought of his uncle Chen Zhaoxing, his aunt Shen Xiangjun, and their care and expectations for him.

He promised them that he would live well!

He gritted his teeth, used all his strength, and struggled to stand up again, bit by bit.

"Oh?"

The leopard stopped and looked at him with great interest.

"You've got some tough bones. I'll see how long you can stay tough."

He stopped approaching and just stood there with his arms crossed, watching Jiang Shaosheng struggle like a cat playing with a mouse.

Every time Jiang Shaosheng moved, a heart-wrenching pain shot through his chest, but he ignored it and bit his teeth until they bled.

Finally, he leaned on the door behind him and, swaying slightly, stood up again.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the leopard, and said breathlessly, "You're strong, but if you want to kill me, you'll have to pay the price!"

"cost?"

The leopard seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

"You? What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Jiang Shaosheng did not answer him.

He simply and slowly reached his hand into his bosom.

There, lay the old dagger his aunt had given him.

This is his last trump card.

Although he knew that against an opponent of the Golden Leopard's caliber, a small dagger might not be of any use.

But even in death, he wanted to leave a memento on the other person!

Moreover, he did not believe he would die.

right?

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