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A few dim incandescent lights swayed in the night wind, stretching people's shadows on the mottled cement ground into distorted and eerie shapes.
The two groups are facing off, their tensions palpable.
On one side were a dozen or so young people dressed in worn-out work clothes. Most of them looked pale and sickly, but their eyes were unusually resolute, showing a fierce determination that had emerged from the extreme pressure of life.
They are the children of several bankrupt state-owned factories in the vicinity. Now they band together for warmth, barely making a living by scavenging scrap metal and old equipment left over from these abandoned warehouses.
On the other side was a group of well-dressed out-of-towners, followed by seven or eight arrogant and fierce thugs.
They had their eyes on this warehouse district land, hoping to take advantage of the urban redevelopment boom, acquire it at a low price, and then resell it at a high price to make a fortune.
"This is your last chance."
The leader of the out-of-towners was a man with a thick gold chain. He had a cigarette in his mouth, pointed at the people opposite him with his finger holding a cigar, and spoke arrogantly.
"Our boss has his eye on this place."
If you know what's good for you, take this money and get out of here.
Otherwise, don't blame us for being rough with our hands!
Upon hearing this, the thugs behind him let out a malicious snicker, cracking their knuckles as they flexed their wrists.
These individuals all possessed faint fluctuations of Qi (vital energy).
Although not strong, he was clearly a novice who knew rudimentary Qi cultivation techniques, at the level of a second-rate supernatural being.
But it's more than enough to deal with ordinary people.
The local young people all had ashen faces and clenched fists, yet dared not speak out against their anger.
They are few in number and all ordinary people; if they really fight, they will definitely be the ones who suffer.
Just then, a man in a faded blue work uniform, with a lean build and a calm, steady gaze, slowly walked out from behind the crowd.
He looked to be in his early twenties. His face wasn't exactly handsome, but his features were well-defined, giving him a rugged look honed by industrial dust and machine oil.
It was just like a tiger.
"We don't want the money."
The tiger-like voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally steady, carrying an undeniable power.
"But this place is our livelihood, the result of our hard work."
If you want to rob, you have to follow the rules of the underworld.
The man with the big gold chain looked at him as if he had seen something ridiculous, and sneered.
"Rules? My fists are the rules!"
He waved his hand at the thugs behind him.
"Destroy him!"
Before he finished speaking, two of the strongest thugs rushed forward with sinister smiles, one on the left and one on the right, their fists wrapped in a faint aura, aiming straight for the tiger-like face and abdomen!
The tiger neither dodged nor evaded, its feet firmly planted on the ground like iron stakes, adopting a stance of head-on confrontation.
In the darkness of the distance, Zhang Yunyuan and Feng Baobao watched quietly.
He wanted to see just how good this young man, who was being touted as a genius, really was.
Two muffled, loud thuds rang out almost simultaneously.
The two thugs, their fists imbued with Qi, slammed solidly into the tiger-like chest and arms.
However, the anticipated scene of broken bones and torn tendons did not occur.
Its tiger-like body swayed slightly, without even moving its feet an inch.
The two thugs, however, reacted as if they had struck a red-hot iron plate, letting out a painful groan and withdrawing their fists as if electrocuted.
Their fists were bloodshot, their knuckles looking as if they were about to shatter.
A scorching shockwave rushed up their arms and into their internal organs, causing their blood and qi to surge and their faces to turn deathly pale.
The sound of metal clashing against stone!
A glint of light flashed in Zhang Yunyuan's eyes.
A Vajra Subduing Tiger?!
This kid, who is only a third-rate superhuman, has actually figured out the best body protection method in the world of external martial arts without any teacher!
After enduring two blows, Ruhu's eyes turned cold, and he ceased his passive defense.
There are no fancy moves or exquisite footwork; it's just the simplest and most direct lunge punch!
His movements carried a kind of instinctive reaction honed through countless trials, as if every exertion of force had undergone countless mechanical repetitions, precise and efficient.
A punch was thrown, and a muffled explosion resounded through the air!
That fist was powerful and heavy, like a heavy hammer used to attack a city!
One force can defeat ten!
One of the thugs couldn't dodge in time and could only hastily cross his arms to block.
A sickeningly sharp cracking sound, like bone breaking.
The thug's arm bones were actually shattered by the terrifying force contained in that punch!
He screamed in agony, as if struck by lightning, and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, completely losing his fighting ability.
Upon seeing this, the other thug was terrified and turned to run away.
But the tiger-like attack followed like a shadow.
He took a step forward, and the ground trembled slightly. A powerful, heavy whip kick, accompanied by a whistling sound, struck the thug hard in the lower back.
The thug didn't even have time to utter a sound before he was sent flying like a tattered sack, landing foaming at the mouth and convulsing all over.
In the blink of an eye, the two martial arts experts, who were somewhat well-known outside, were cleanly and efficiently dealt with.
The remaining thugs were terrified by this overwhelming strength, their faces ashen, and they dared not take another step forward.
Na Ruhu slowly withdrew his leg, his cold gaze sweeping over the man with the big gold chain and the group of trembling thugs behind him.
"This is my rule."
He pointed to the two men on the ground, their fates unknown.
"Today, considering that this is your first offense, I'm cutting off one of your arms and one of your legs as a warning."
"If there's a next time, it won't be so simple."
He didn't kill his opponent; he merely crippled their fighting ability, demonstrating his strength while upholding his own principles.
A loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
Big Gold Chain and his gang were overjoyed, hurriedly lifting their fallen comrade and scrambling away from the freight station they would never forget.
In the darkness of the distance, Zhang Yunyuan saw all of this and slowly nodded.
"He has excellent physical attributes and a sincere heart; he is a rough gem that has not yet been carved. He follows a purely external and powerful path, which is rare in these days."
He looked at the tiger-like figure, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
Chapter 130 The Beginning in an Intermittent Meeting
The conflict ended, and the warehouse area returned to silence.
Naruhu instructed his companions to handle the aftermath and comfort the frightened workers.
He walked to the side, leaned against a rusty railway track, and silently adjusted his breathing.
The battle just now may have seemed easy, but it actually took a lot of effort out of him.
Especially after withstanding those two attacks imbued with Qi, although he wasn't seriously injured, his blood and Qi surged, and his internal organs experienced some slight tremors.
He closed his eyes, looked inward at himself, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
In recent years, he has felt that his progress has been getting slower and slower.
After each burst of power, his body would experience some subtle, lingering pain. He always thought it was because he hadn't trained hard enough, or hadn't been tempered enough.
But tonight, that familiar, lingering pain resurfaced.
Just as he was deep in thought, an extremely keen, beast-like intuition set off alarm bells in his mind.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, sweeping across the surrounding darkness.
His powerful instincts made him vaguely realize that there seemed to be a master observing from the sidelines!
The feeling was like a tiger lurking in the grass, being looked down upon by an eagle high above. Although you can't see it, you can feel the gaze from a higher level.
He gave a low shout, and his muscles tensed instantly as he assumed a defensive stance.
"The response has been good."
A calm voice came from the shadows not far away.
As the tiger looked in the direction of the sound, it saw two figures slowly emerging from the darkness.
One person was a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a plain-colored robe.
She possessed an ethereal quality, and her eyes were as calm as an ancient well, yet so profound that they seemed to see into people's hearts.
The other person was a Taoist boy dressed in coarse cloth.
She had delicate features, but her eyes were somewhat vacant, and she seemed indifferent to everything around her, as if she were just an ordinary girl who had come out with the Taoist priest to watch the excitement.
His tiger-like mind instantly reached its peak.
He could not sense any hostility from the young Taoist priest, but he could feel a terrifying pressure that was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.
That feeling was countless times stronger than any so-called expert he had ever seen.
But he forcibly suppressed his shock and clasped his hands in a deep voice, saying:
"Were you observing just now? What advice do you have for me?"
Zhang Yunyuan nodded slightly, without beating around the bush, his gaze sharp as lightning, staring directly at the tiger-like figure, getting straight to the point.
"Your natural talent is exceptional; you are a once-in-a-century talent for mastering martial arts."