C7 Butterfly Knife

It's been a long time since I last saw Brother Ma San take action. Last time was four years ago, when Third Bro took action against an old pervert who stole territory from us, he used a move on the tough guy who had knocked over dozens of our brothers and sent his skull flying.

"That's right, brother Ma San is a lower class warrior, his strength is enough to kill an ox!"

A few years ago, the Lu Chao had recommended this fellow to serve the Second Master of the Zhao Family. He said that he was a newly retired international mercenary and that he was extremely skilled, even if it was himself, he would not be his match.

Thinking about that, the Zhao dongbiao opened his mouth and said, "Ma San, don't kill him directly. Keep your breath, if you dare disgust me, I want him to pay the price!"

After saying that, the Zhao dongbiao wiped the feces off his face. He wanted to light up a Cuban cigar to savor the taste of the cigar as he watched Ma San's' performance '.

However, the scene before him caused him to throw his cigar on the ground in fright.

"What, how could this be?!"

The moment Zhao dongbiao lit up his cigarette, he clenched his right fist and threw a punch straight at Chen Faang's face. He did not even use any martial skills, only a simple punch, he thought that with his fighting strength as a warrior, he could crush the brat's head with a single punch.

However, Ma San's powerful and heavy punch was as slow as the hour hand on a watch in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and began to use the "Upper Mysterious Plum Blossom Hands" from "Chenqi" to allow his spirit energy to travel through his limbs and bones.

Following that, he opened both arms and grabbed Ma San's right fist, pulling with all his might!

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, Ma San's right arm instantly split into two.

Chen Faang immediately grabbed upwards with his right hand, holding Ma San's head down, and smashed down on the hard wooden dining table in the private room.

In the end, he turned around and whipped his leg, kicking Ma San who was still in the air towards the wall that Zhao dongbiao was leaning on.

After staying still for a good two seconds, Ma San's body finally slid down from the mural.

From beginning to end, the aggressive Ma San didn't even have the chance to let out a single scream before he was killed in a few seconds by the Chen Faang!

Witnessing all this, everyone widened their eyes as if they had seen a ghost. It was as if they couldn't believe that the invincible existence in their hearts would actually die so easily like this!

"Damn it!" Lu Chao, go personally and chop that brat into mincemeat! " Zhao dongbiao felt a chill in his heart. He found it hard to understand how a trash little bastard could easily kill a Battle Soldier in a short one day!

"Boss is here! This bastard must be dead!"

"Third Brother must have been careless just now to be ambushed by this little bastard."

"Third brother is boss's confidante, if you don't break Chen Faang's little bastard into ten thousand pieces, boss will never stop!"

Upon seeing Lu Chao take action, those few subordinates, who were originally trembling in fear from the death of Ma San, suddenly had a backbone in their hearts.

They believed that the Lu Chao would definitely be able to kill him.

Lu Chao could not remember the last time he had pulled out the dual blades. Ever since he came to Lan Village, there had not been a single person who had been able to arouse his desire to pull out the blades.

Although he didn't clearly see Chen Faang's actions earlier, and that Ma San was already kicked into the wall, he felt that it was only because he wasn't serious. He felt that Chen Faang was stronger, but he also felt that it was impossible for Chen Faang to be stronger than him.

Ever since the catastrophe one hundred and fifty years ago, no matter what kind of method one practiced, the new humans of the entire world used eight stages as the standard: War Disciples, Battlemasters, Battlemasters, Battlemages, Battlemages, Battlemages, Battle-Kings, Battlemasters, Battle-Saints, etc. Each stage was further divided into the lower stage, the middle stage, the upper stage, the peak stage, and the perfect stage.

As long as one could awaken their physique, they could basically become a combat disciple. If one wanted to become a fighter, it would take a lot of effort.

Once one reached the Battle Master realm, not only would they need to work hard, but they would also need to have a certain level of talent. In addition to powerful cultivation techniques and outstanding teachers, they would be able to reach that level.

As for becoming a Great War Master, that was even more difficult. One needed to refine their spiritual energy to an extremely pure state, and even with a hundred battle masters, one might not necessarily be able to become a Great War Master.

It was even rarer when they entered the War School. It was said that there wouldn't be more than ten people in the entire Azure Dragon Province.

Even if it was a nine out of ten chance of survival, it might not be possible to survive. Currently, the strongest human is like a middle level War King, and I only heard that he lived in Hua Xia. As for what he looked like and what his name was, no one knows.

Finally, there was the mysterious War Sovereign and Battle Sage. Only God knew how they managed to cultivate and whether or not they actually existed.

It was as if there had never been an existence that could kill another person.

He thought killing the Chen Faang was as easy as stepping on a cockroach, but in order to kill it in one move, he still took out his two sabers that he was most proficient in.

"I've accumulated ten years of experience as a intermediate warrior. You little thing, you should feel honored to be able to die under my blade!"

Lu Chao made a move with his two blades, one blade aimed at Chen Faang's neck, the other aimed at Chen Faang's chest, as well as his feet, and directly kicked towards Chen Faang's lower body.

Chen Faang did not make that many moves. He only extended his palm, and it directly bypassed Lu Chao's dual blades, imprinting a palm onto his body, and then followed the direction of Lu Chao's chest and raised upwards.

A good lord's head was embedded in the ceiling of the private room, this process was even faster than killing Ma San, by a few seconds.

Lu Chao's body fell backwards as hot blood dripped onto his face, turning his head into the "Red Mediterranean".

The pitiful mother and daughter duo that no one had noticed since Chen Faang had entered the room had been hiding in the corner and shivering. That mature woman had never believed that such a thin and young man would dare to fight against a house full of strong men.

She had just told her daughter, who was in her embrace, that it was a pity that this brave youth was going to die in the hands of these thugs.

But who would have thought that the devil-like purple-haired man in her eyes, was already dead before the Chen Faang even touched a hair on his head. And the number two person in the room, was also killed by this young man in one move.

That stubborn little loli's tear-stained face was filled with worship. She was not scared in the slightest by the bloody scene. She only believed that the big brother who was facing her was a hero sent by the heavens to save her.

"How is this possible?" In less than two minutes, Zhao dongbiao lost two of his experts in Mist Village.

"I'll fight you to the death, come at me together!" Zhao dongbiao was already crazed. He grabbed the fire axe in his room, and rushed to Chen Faang with the remaining seven to eight underlings.

Chen Faang extended a finger and hooked it towards the butterfly knife in Lu Chao's hand. The blade seemed to be held by an invisible force as it flew up into the air, shining with a cold light.

The Chen Faang waved his finger towards the crowd that was rushing over, the blade truly did turn into a butterfly, dancing in the crowd. After a moment, only nine corpses with their throats cut off were left, and then, the Chen Faang kicked out with his leg, sending the last remaining Zhao dongbiao back to the chair he sat on.

This was the item handling technique from "Chen Gang"? Interesting! Intermediate warrior? It was only this much!

After that, he looked at the corpses on the ground and spoke to the Zhao dongbiao who had been scared silly.

"None of you are good, all of you are scum of this world, all of you deserve to die. Now, it's your turn, Zhao dongbiao, what do you think?

The Chen Faang carried the blade that was still floating in the air and walked towards the Zhao dongbiao who was sitting on the chair and had already wet his pants.