A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 87 Where in the sky did the long whale fall?

The moment the word "kill" was uttered, all the guards protecting the Fan family father and son rushed forward.

Fan Buchou, however, had already pulled Fan Minzhi over the heads of the bodyguards behind them, and used the wall as leverage to go upstairs.

His skill was on full display in this one move; he was carrying someone in his arms, and he was still incredibly agile as he flew through the air.

However, Fan Buchou had no intention of risking his life to fight Guan Luoyang.

The corridor was narrow, making a siege almost impossible. Even if Fan Buchou and his bodyguards attacked together, it would almost certainly end up in a one-on-one situation. It would be better to use the time they were buying to create more distance between them.

As Fan Buchou rushed off with his son, he called out to Liu Jingtang, shouting into the pager, "Where are you now?"

"Twentieth floor, I'm rushing up."

Today, Liu Jingtang was the first person to greet the distinguished guests, and he greeted them directly downstairs, showing his respect for the guests and also assisting in the security work.

He himself had no intention of having long conversations with too many people, so Fan Buchou went along with it and arranged these tasks for him, so that he would not participate too much in the formal private talks at high-level banquets.

In retrospect, this move was absolutely a terrible one.

"Come up quickly and head straight to the rooftop."

Fan Buchou simply hoisted Fan Minzhi onto his back, leaping over a dozen steps with each stride, rushing upwards and bursting onto the rooftop.

The rooftop of the Tao Zhu Building is vast, almost the size of a plaza. An alloy frame, located in the center of the rooftop, supports the four large red-painted characters "Tao," "Zhu," "Da," and "Xia."

The group's logo, which stands 5.5 meters tall, resembles a large square-holed copper coin wearing a Song Dynasty official's hat, and is located at the end of the four large characters.

Behind this large sign, there are also huge water tanks and iron ladders.

Sixteen searchlights and multiple missile scattering devices were installed along the four edges of the rooftop, each roughly the height of a person.

Fan Buchou pulled out a large waterproof backpack from under the iron ladder of the water tank.

Inside are several sets of inflatable high-altitude fall protection suits. Once worn, they look like you're just wearing a few thick cotton-padded coats, but you can jump directly from the edge of the rooftop.

Press the switch just before you hit the ground, and the multiple airbags on your clothes will rapidly inflate, forming a shape similar to a cuboid, protecting you inside.

These airbags can even be bulletproof. If operated properly, they can withstand a fall from a height of 300 meters, even if the ground below is covered with nails.

However, the flying device that attacked the banquet hall earlier seems to have disappeared, and it's unknown whether it's still circling around. This means that the escape route has become very risky.

If it really comes to the final moment, this can only be considered a risky path to survival.

Fan Buchou first put the protective suit on Fan Minzhi, then turned around and slashed with one hand.

From inside the portal leading to the rooftop, a mechanical arm, twisted off at the shoulder, flew towards them and was slashed to the ground by Fan Buchou.

Guan Luoyang stepped onto the rooftop.

"Do you even know what you're doing?!"

Fan Minzhi said in a stern voice, "The people you killed each had a complex network of relationships behind them. Once word gets out about tonight's events, the remaining forces behind them will retaliate, and the Shenzhou Brotherhood Society that you painstakingly built will be uprooted overnight."

"None of those around you will escape this fate; they will all be implicated and curse you even on their deathbeds!"

Guan Luoyang remained calm, not even glancing at the angry Fan Minzhi, his gaze fixed solely on Fan Buchou.

He knew, of course, that taking action against a behemoth like the Tao Zhu Group would be no easy task. He was afraid of harming the snake if he didn't kill it, which was why he waited until today.

The power of Tao Zhu's group is, after all, not a single entity, but a collective composed of many people, and human nature is always the most fickle thing.

If we can successfully eliminate all the leaders here in one fell swoop, we will naturally have enough deterrent power to intimidate the remaining people.

Ultimately, the southwestern gangs led by Tao Zhu Group, once stripped of their self-proclaimed facades, are actually relying on violence to maintain their status.

They lack a sense of righteousness, a shared ideal, and sufficient public recognition.

A group with only one pillar has a huge inherent flaw, and when they are dealt a heavy blow by more blatant violence, the situation will naturally change.

In contrast, Fan Buchou was much more clear-headed than his son. He also understood these principles clearly, so he didn't say a word of nonsense and quietly focused his attention.

Whoosh!!!

Fan Minzhi's incessant chatter was interrupted by the surging airflow.

When Guan Luoyang struck with his palm, bronze-colored patterns shone between his five fingers at the base of his palm, and the heat of the Azure Bird's vital energy intensified the turbulence of the airflow.

It didn't feel like a gust of wind at all, but rather like a stream of scalding hot water still carrying steam, with waves rising and falling, threatening to lift the person in front of his palm directly off the ground.

In fact, Fan Minzhi's feet had already slightly lifted off the ground, and his back had slammed onto the iron ladder.

The naive villain retreated, but the old tyrant twisted his arm and swayed forward to meet him.

When Fan Buchou threw this punch, the back of his fist was facing down and the palm was facing up, as if he were using the back of his fist as a smooth hull and the violent airflow as waves on the sea.

In the midst of the ups and downs, a punch landed squarely on Guan Luoyang's palm.

The sound of a steam whistle, so real it seemed real, echoed across the rooftop.

hold head high!!!!

Leveraging the power of all things, a giant whale crosses the sea.

The man who went bankrupt and failed years ago arrived in Singapore and Malaysia on the Long Whale, enduring the crowds, noise, and disdainful glances mixed with secondhand smoke on the ship's deck.

Ten years later, he bought the ship.

From then on, the ship's whistle was only allowed to sound for him alone.

In Fan Buchou's mind, that ship was a microcosm of himself; he wanted to be ruthless, to rise above others, and to seize everything he wanted.

Ships bobbing on the waves may seem carefree, drifting with the tide, but since the Age of Exploration in search of new continents, these steel ships have also represented the savagery of smashing others' protection and plundering what does not belong to them.

This will, contained within the fist technique, caused the punch, which floated through the air currents, to unleash a savage force, like the ramming of a large ship, when it struck Guan Luoyang's palm.

With a single blow, Guan Luoyang's body was suddenly thrown backward, shooting back three meters away like an arrow.

Fan Buchou's body slammed backward, bending the iron ladder, and the huge water tank he hit made a muffled sound.

He gritted his teeth and snorted angrily, then sat down. The entire curved iron ladder creaked violently as he sat on it, and the section connecting to the water tank was warped and sticking out.

The reaction force from the iron ladder and water tank was fed back to Fan Buchou, and with his arm swinging upward, he was able to assume a majestic boxing stance, forcefully blocking Guan Luoyang's cannon punch that came back again.

This boxing stance was originally a stance exercise in Taizu Changquan (Emperor Taizu's Long Fist), which was derived from the image of Emperor Taizu of Song sitting high in the Golden Palace, exuding power and suppressing both civil and military officials.

Ancient books from the Ming Dynasty in China mention ancient and modern boxing techniques, such as the Thirty-Two Forms of Long Fist by Emperor Taizu of Song.

In the hands of ancient people, this ancient martial art was mostly just a pretentious boast, but in this era with its own spiritual machinery, the intention can indeed be manifested in reality.

Fan Buchou incorporated the foundation of the emperor's throne into his powerful fist, which spanned the sea like a giant whale, making him as stable as a real deep-sea whale, dominating the scene.

"Guan Luoyang, you can't turn the tide!"

Before the fight, Fan Buchou was unwilling to take any risks himself, but once they actually started fighting, he insisted on showing the toughest stance and refused to let himself show any weakness.

His fists made a sound like steam whistles, and the force of his punches grew stronger with each blow. Each punch was extended and floated in the airflow, and only when his body made contact with Guan Luoyang's did the violent force of his punches surge out all at once.

This old man wasn't taking drugs, yet his face gradually turned red and purple, radiating vitality. Relying solely on the stimulation of his own emotions, he unleashed his potential, unleashing increasingly fierce boxing skills.

But his terrible, boiling emotions did not come from anger, but from—fear.

In recent years, Fan Buchou has appeared to be cultivating his character, playing with root carvings, and having a deep and reserved demeanor. In reality, it is because he is increasingly aware of his own aging.

As his son grew up and his trusted subordinates reached their prime, his own skin seemed to sag year by year, his voice was no longer as clear and bright as it used to be, and he even often felt a loss of appetite.

Sometimes, looking at the leftover soup at the bottom of his bowl that he couldn't finish, he would feel a panic that he couldn't express.

Therefore, Fan Buchou became increasingly wary of his capable subordinates, and even jealous of them. He pinned his hopes on using medicine to maintain his health and asked them to conduct human experiments. However, the medicine was still ineffective, so he had no choice but to study True Spirit Technology, hoping to find a way to achieve immortality.

Knowing full well that Liu Jingtang was a master of martial arts and that his control over true spiritual energy was beyond the reach of ordinary people, Fan Buchou dared not ask him for advice. Instead, he would rather take a roundabout approach and spend a lot of money to obtain methods for maintaining mental well-being and prolonging life from outsiders.

But tonight, he was forced to take matters into his own hands by someone even more deserving of envy—someone who was young, healthy, and powerful.

With each punch he threw, he felt the vitality he had painstakingly cultivated and stored up being burned away and consumed, increasing his jealousy and hatred, and his fear.

"You can't turn the tide!!"

Fan Buchou emphasized this sentence again, his body trembled as he stood up and strode forward.

The dent in the water tank and the deformed iron ladder were even slightly red from the heat.

This culprit from the southwest, an old villain with a purplish-red face, almost had the aura of a burning ship.

The sound of the whistle was so loud that it could be heard down from the 300-meter-high skyscraper and even in the surrounding streets.

Guan Luoyang's shirt rustled in the wind, revealing bronze-colored patterns that extended down his neck and symmetrically adorned his forehead and cheeks.

"An upheaval?!"

He faced the burning ship head-on, his left palm pressed against his right upper arm, while his right palm thrust out wildly.

Do you know what the sky is?

In the instant their fists and palms clashed, it seemed as if a hazy, divine image of a blue steed took flight behind Guan Luoyang.

Fan Buchou felt his mental vision suddenly being forcibly pulled upwards at high speed.

When he came to his senses in a daze, he realized that it was not just a mental illusion; he had actually been flipped over and thrown into the air by his opponent the instant their fists and palms made contact.

An uncontrollable imbalance caused Fan Buchou's body to spin high in the air, feet up and head down.

The dark night sky became the earth, and this rooftop, along with the lights of thousands of homes further away, became the sky!

Guan Luoyang's figure leaped into the air and was pulled along.

Fan Buchou felt his body suddenly become heavy and accelerate, then he crashed down.

All things borrow power, reaching the highest heavens.

Go to the Yellow Springs!

Boom—

Fan Buchou's body crashed into the rooftop, his upper body smashing through the concrete, his waist getting stuck in a hole in the steel bars, his legs stiffening for a moment before dangling down.

The loud bang that overlapped with the collision just now was the sound of an explosion coming from below the Tao Zhu Building.

Thick smoke billowed upwards, visible even from the rooftop.

Those who had already escaped to the lower levels encountered new ambushers.

On the rooftop, Guan Luoyang's hand gripped Fan Minzhi's neck.

"No! No, I can help..."

"You are an adult now."

Guan Luoyang twisted his hand forcefully, saying, "Go to hell to atone for your sins."

(End of this chapter)