Fists can't cross Tianjin

Chapter 25 Terrified

Seeing this, Chen Zhuo sighed.

"What a pity."

The opponent was already determined to die; his moves were full of flaws, and he no longer possessed that natural, seamless style.

I can't study anymore.

"Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish."

The green light in Chen Zhuo's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

Instead of retreating, he advanced and charged straight at Xie Cheng's fist.

"collapse!"

Just as the two fists were about to collide, Chen Zhuo's wrist twitched strangely.

Xingyi Bengquan, Half-Step Beng!

This punch was devoid of any fancy moves; it was pure power, pure whole-body strength!

"Snap!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out.

Xie Cheng's fist instantly deformed, and his entire arm was shaken and bent backward.

The enormous impact slammed into his chest without any resistance.

"puff--"

Xie Cheng coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew out like a tattered sack.

Then, with a "plop," he fell heavily into the ice hole behind him that the winter swimming team had smashed open.

This time, he no longer had the strength to paddle through the water for leverage.

The icy river water instantly submerged him.

Chen Zhuo stood quietly on the ice, looking at the bubbling ice hole with a calm expression.

A few seconds later.

"Splash—"

A trembling hand gripped the edge of the ice.

Xie Cheng struggled to climb out of the water.

He was soaked to the bone, his face ashen, and frost instantly formed on his eyebrows and beard. His deformed right hand hung limply at his side, his chest heaving violently, each breath accompanied by a painful scream.

"Again...again..."

Xie Cheng tried to stand up, trembling, but his legs were as weak as noodles.

That punch just now extinguished his last breath.

The energy was released, and the cold air entered the body.

He slipped again and fell into the ice hole with a "plop".

This time, he struggled for a long time before he could barely grab the edge of the ice, panting heavily. After a few more breaths, he finally climbed up again.

He tried to stand up, his legs shaking, but failed several times. In the end, he could only slump on the ice, panting heavily.

Chen Zhuo stood quietly by the ice hole, looking down at Xie Cheng.

If he adds a kick, or even does nothing at all, this veteran of the Tianjin wrestling arena will be finished tonight.

But he didn't move.

Looking into Xie Cheng's eyes, which showed no sign of begging for mercy even in dire straits, his killing intent slowly subsided.

This is a meticulous person.

He didn't pick up the gun when it fell.

This is enough.

This indicates that the other party did not truly intend to kill.

"Should we continue?"

Chen Zhuo looked at him, his voice calm.

Xie Cheng raised his head, looking at his much younger opponent with a complicated expression.

He lost.

We lost completely.

Not only did they lose in terms of strength and technique, but their spirit was also crushed.

"No... I'm not fighting anymore..."

He gritted his teeth, mustered his last bit of strength to climb onto the ice, and collapsed to the ground like a dying fish.

Then he shook his head bitterly, his voice hoarse like two pieces of torn sandpaper, "I'm no match for you... If we keep fighting, I'll really lose my life."

Chen Zhuo nodded.

"Let's go then."

Xie Cheng was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting Chen Zhuo to let him go.

It took him a long time to catch his breath.

"You...you're not going to kill me?"

The rules of the underworld dictate that you must eliminate any potential threats. If it had been anyone else in that situation, they would have definitely taken the opportunity to kill him.

Chen Zhuo shook his head:

"There's no need."

"We live in a civilized world now. We have no grudges against each other, so there's no need for us to fight to the death."

"..."

Looking at the young and upright figure in front of him, Xie Cheng's expression shifted.

After a long while, he let out a long sigh.

Thanks...

Xie Cheng's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

He struggled to his feet, picked up the white waxwood stick in the distance, used it as a crutch, and limped over to it.

"This time, I owe you a favor. That cat is no pushover; he has powerful backers. Also, you need to be careful of Batel."

Seeing Chen Zhuo's puzzled look, Xie Cheng continued, "I heard from Hua Mao that Gangzi is dead. I don't know if it has anything to do with you, but Hua Mao will definitely pin it on you. Batel is Gangzi's brother, a real monster... I received word that he's already on his way back, and will arrive in a few days at most."

"His strength far surpasses mine... If it were me, I would definitely stay far away from him."

After saying that, Xie Cheng didn't linger. Leaning on his cane, he staggered and disappeared into the night.

Chen Zhuo stood there, silent for a moment.

"Bartel..."

He chewed on the name; it sounded dangerous.

Then, he turned around and looked at the Jingang Bridge pier in the distance.

Behind the bridge piers, there was nothing.

He had noticed a small group following them earlier.

Now, I don't know when, they've already run away.

It runs faster than a rabbit.

"Ahem!"

Although Chen Zhuo won this battle, it was not an easy victory.

Although both are of the Ming Jin school, Xie Cheng's skill is far superior, and his experience is far richer. In a normal sparring match, Chen Zhuo might not necessarily win.

But Chen Zhuo has a golden touch.

The instantaneous analysis and replication not only broke Xie Cheng's move, but also shattered his courage.

That's the advantage of being a cheater.

Even so, the blow from the pole had left his lower abdomen aching and his hand numb. The final punch had almost drained the last bit of strength from his body.

We need to find a place to rest.

Chen Zhuo tightened his coat and turned to walk towards the courtyard.

……

at the same time.

In a dark, dead-end alley, Mad Dog, Ergaizi, and a few of his underlings were running around like headless flies, frantically trying to get away from the ice rink by the Haihe River. They didn't know where they were going, as long as they got away from it.

"Huff... huff..."

Ergazi leaned against the wall, his legs cramping as if they were filled with lead, unable to lift them. He was panting heavily, his lungs gurgling like bellows, and his throat filled with the taste of blood.

"Dog...Dog Bro...Wait...Wait for me..."

Mad Dog wasn't much better, but he was a bit better than Ergaizi; at least he was still clutching that brick tightly in his hand, which was his only remaining courage.

"Stop talking nonsense! Run!"

The mad dog glanced back, fearing that the scoundrel would catch up.

He was genuinely scared.

Even a master like Xie Ganzi was completely subdued, and even his gun was knocked away. What is this mad dog compared to him?

Finishing blow?

What a load of crap!

If we don't run now, we'll be handing our lives to this scoundrel!

Erga was even worse off; his crotch was wet and hot, and he had already wet himself in fear. A gust of cold wind blew, and the stench mixed with the cold air seeped straight into his bones.

"Brother Dog...I...I regret it..."

Erga Zi's voice trembled with tears, his already lewd face contorted in agony. "If I had known... if I had known that driver was a living devil, I would never have dared to mess with him..."

His mind was now filled with Chen Zhuo's final, earth-shattering punch, which had sent Xie Ganzi flying. If that punch had landed on him...

Ergazi shuddered.

He felt a chill on the back of his neck, and he had a feeling that the figure was watching him in the dark alley, ready to pounce on him at any moment.

"Now...now we live in a civilized society..."

Ergaizi muttered tremblingly, as if trying to bolster his courage, "Murder is...it's illegal...he wouldn't dare...he definitely wouldn't dare..."

But the thought of Gangzi, that ruthless man who had mysteriously disappeared, made him even more uncertain.

Gangzi was ruthless; he was gone in an instant, not even a body was found. This coachman could take down Xie Gan; killing them would be as easy as crushing two ants, wouldn't it?

In that instant, Erga Zi had an absurd thought—he wanted to call the police.

I want to call the police for help.

"Stop fucking howling!"

Mad Dog kicked Ergaizi in the butt. "He's not dead yet! Hurry up and go to Huamao... This is a big deal, we can't handle it. Let's see what Huamao thinks!"

good good!

Erga Zi hurriedly followed along, leaving behind a trail of foul smells.