Xie Qingrong felt his scalp tingle.
He hadn’t expected Zhao Dalong to remain unscathed after taking his attack.
He even questioned if Xie had eaten dinner.
Shocked as he was,
a fierce anger rose within him, and he imdiately unleashed his full power, launching even more ferocious moves at Zhao Dalong.
Each move was exceptionally domineering; getting hit ant either death or injury.
But Zhao Dalong was the leader of the Thirty-six Heavenly Gangers,
his strength was not to be underestimated.
He and Xie Qingrong tangled with each other, evenly matched.
In an instant, the two exchanged hundreds of moves, Zhao Dalong’s attacks grew increasingly fierce, his montum unstoppable and like a rainbow.
"You’re actually honing yourself in battle?" Xie Qingrong felt Zhao Dalong’s montum becoming increasingly terrifying and was greatly shocked.
Zhao Dalong grinned with a crazed smile, "It’s not often I et a formidable opponent, shouldn’t I seize this opportunity?"
He had always longed for a fight.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t encountered a worthy opponent, which left many inadequacies and flaws, but those inadequacies and flaws disappeared during the battle with Xie Qingrong.
Tempered into steel, that’s exactly his situation.
Boom!
The battle ended with Zhao Dalong’s straight punch.
The punch had no complicated moves,
just a simple straight punch.
But it was unstoppable.
Like a mountain torrent breaking forth.
Or like giant waves crashing.
It directly forced Xie Qingrong back over ten ters, his face pale, and a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"Senior, do you want to continue?" Zhao Dalong smiled, "If you don’t want to fight, I’ll personally escort you to rest. But if you’d like to give so pointers, I’m open to learning."
Xie Qingrong’s lips twitched hard; people say murdering is just a ga of click the ground, but this guy was a bit insulting.
I want to fight.
The issue is, is there still a need to fight?
"Escort to rest, then," Xie Qingrong sighed helplessly.
"This way, please," Zhao Dalong made an inviting gesture, then drove a black Audi towards the city.
He glanced at Xie Qingrong, who was sullen in the back seat, through the rearview mirror, "Senior Xie, how many people ca with you this ti?"
"Little brother, that’s not a question you should be asking!" Xie Qingrong showed an intriguing smile, "This ti, we’re competitors, how can I reveal such confidential information to you?"
Although intercepted,
Xie Qingrong was not discouraged, because they hadn’t lost yet.
Zhao Dalong laughed, "You’ve gone to great lengths to enter Qingyuan; so hid in ambulances, so hid in dung trucks, and you, sir, ingeniously used a hot air balloon."
"Land, water, air, so far, only the water route remains."
"I’m thinking we should catch a big fish in the water!"
As soon as he said this, Xie Qingrong’s expression froze instantly.
If they really captured that one,
they would indeed be completely defeated!
A bit unwilling, he couldn’t help asking, "Little brother, can you tell your deploynt here? Also, how many grandmaster-level experts are there on your side?"
Zhao Dalong responded casually, "Not too many, around fifty grandmasters."
Pfft!
Xie Qingrong almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Around fifty grandmasters isn’t much?
Heaven and Earth know
there’s no single force in the entire martial world with so many grandmaster-level experts!
Damn it!
With so many grandmaster-level experts, thinking about successfully infiltrating was just daydreaming.
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South Lake South,
there was a highway connecting the Yellow River, which, due to its terrain, was called Hulukou.
At this ti,
a middle-aged man sat quietly on the Hulukou riverside, beside him was a large net with a diater of twenty ters, a tool used by South Lake fishern for fishing.
His na was Peng Chong,
one of the Thirty-six Heavenly Gangers,
though not the leader, his strength far surpassed Zhao Dalong.
Peng Chong sat there quietly, like a statue.
He continued sitting until just before dawn.
It was the darkness before the dawn.
The entire world was pitch black as ink, you couldn’t see your fingers.
Seemingly sensing sothing, he snapped open his eyes, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes, and he imdiately grabbed the net beside him, tossing it out.
The next second,
the fishing net in the air turned into a circle with a diater of twenty ters, and with a splash, it landed on Hulukou.
After about three seconds,
a trendous pulling force ca from below the water.
An elderly man over sixty burst through the net, splashed through the water, and erged, standing on the South Lake water, soaked and looking very bedraggled.
The fishing net could catch fish, but against a grandmaster-level expert, it was hard to contain one.
"Senior, you’ve got quite the swimming skills, managing to swim from the Yellow River into South Lake, but you’ll have to stop here!" Peng Chong had a faint smile on his face.
"With just you, can you stop an old man like ?" The old man showed a kindly smile.
Peng Chong shrugged, "Shouldn’t be a problem."
"Then let test your strength!" The old man casually waved his hand, and a thick column of water roared out like a water dragon, charging straight at Peng Chong.
Peng Chong reached out with one palm, instantly breaking through the water column, and entered South Lake, walking on the lake water as if on solid ground.
He then engaged with the old man.
As they fought, sounds akin to thunder echoed through the night sky.
Terrifying internal energy perated around them, causing the surrounding lake water to erupt with bursts of roaring sounds, creating waves several ters high.
Until the sun rose, neither had won.
Peng Chong fought increasingly bravely,
but the old man began to show signs of breathlessness.
After all, the saying "fists fear the young" wasn’t just talk.
Yet the old man didn’t concede, instead biting down hard on his teeth, continuing to launch attacks until Peng Chong’s punch sent him into the lake, ending this battle.
Peng Chong stepped forward, reached where the old man fell, and pulled him out, carrying him rapidly across the South Lake’s surface.
Finally, they crossed the entire South Lake, reaching the northern shore.
At this mont,
an Audi was already parked here, and when Peng Chong returned to the shore, he took the two of them straight into the city.
anwhile,
Xu Wendong quietly got up from bed, looked at his sister-in-law Lin Yiren and Huang Ruirui sleeping peacefully, and a reminiscent smile appeared on his face.
Being with both of them was truly joyful.
Seeing that neither of them had a blanket, he gently covered them, even though the room had underfloor heating, it was still easy to catch a cold without covers.
To avoid waking the two from sleep, Xu Wendong went to the bathroom on the first floor and, after washing up, went to his usual Feng’s Breakfast Shop.
As soon as he sat down, Qian Wantian, Qian Duoduo, and fifteen grandmaster-level experts wearily entered the breakfast shop.
Xu Wendong warmly invited everyone to sit down, then turned to Qian Wantian, "Uncle Qian, do you admit defeat?"
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