Chapter 88 - 72: Putting on a Show? And Out Comes a Grandmaster of Divine Intent?

Chapter 88: Chapter 72: Putting on a Show? And Out Comes a Grandmaster of Divine Intent?

Lu Yun couldn’t be bothered to waste another word on this running dog of the Wa Country. Time was short, and the footsteps of the Cyan Dragon Gang’s main force were drawing ever closer!

His eyes narrowed, and his entire body shot forward like a cannonball, straight at Wang Weijing!

"Fuck it, I’ll fight you to the death!"

Wang Weijing knew that trying to escape now would inevitably expose an opening, which would mean certain death. His only option was to fight desperately and buy time.

Only when his main force had surrounded them could he deal with this old bastard, Lu Yun.

He let out a furious roar as the immense Huajin in his body began to circulate without reservation.

In an instant, his clothes billowed and his Qi whistled around him. Wang Weijing’s left leg suddenly shot up, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

"Cyan Dragon Earth-Splitting Kill!!"

The leg, a blur like a whip, swept viciously and cunningly toward the lower body of the charging Lu Yun, attempting to force him back!

Wang Weijing grew ruthless in his heart. ’A Grandmaster of Huajin is the natural counter to Horizontal Martial Arts Training!’

’No matter how tough your skin and thick your flesh, my Huajin will penetrate your body and shatter your organs! Let’s see if you survive that!’

His thinking wasn’t wrong. Huajin could indeed penetrate tough, fleshly outer defenses to strike the internal organs directly.

But that was only if one’s Huajin could successfully pierce the opponent’s own protective Huajin Gang Qi.

Facing Wang Weijing’s attack, Lu Yun’s expression was indifferent. His forward momentum didn’t slow in the slightest; he simply drew his right fist back slowly to his waist, his muscles rapidly compressing to store power.

"Mountain Collapser!"

When he was still three meters away from Wang Weijing, his power-filled right fist shot out—a straight, unadorned punch!

A terrifyingly condensed Fist Force shot from his hand!

The Fist Force viciously collided with the Qi imbued in Wang Weijing’s phantom-like leg kick!

There was no stalemate, no deafening roar! The entire process was one of utter devastation!

Before Lu Yun’s condensed and domineering Fist Force, Wang Weijing’s sharp leg attack was like paper-mâché, instantly shattered into nothingness!

The next moment, the sounds of shattering bone and tearing flesh rang out simultaneously!

The aftershock of the ranged Fist Force brutally smashed into Wang Weijing’s entire left leg from the knee down, twisting and deforming it!

Then, the Fist Force, its power unabated, surged up his thigh and into his body, rampaging through his internal organs.

"Argh."

After letting out a wretched scream, Wang Weijing was thrown backward by the immense impact, slamming heavily onto the ground.

’A single punch from three meters away shattered his leg! What fucking newly promoted Huajin master was this?’

’The destructive power of that Qi clearly belonged to an old monster who had been at the Huajin realm for many years—perhaps even at the Peak of Huajin!’

Wang Weijing cursed in despair, "Lu Yun, you old bastard, you hid your strength well!"

But as he was cursing, his left hand quickly reached into his clothes and pulled out a pitch-black, melon-shaped, Wa-made hand grenade!

"Go to hell, you old bastard!"

With a savage expression, Wang Weijing bit off the safety pin and, with his last ounce of strength, hurled the grenade at Lu Yun!

A sharp glint appeared in Lu Yun’s eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced. His right hand shot out, snatched the grenade from mid-air, and then pressed it down onto Wang Weijing’s body.

Then, he put power into his right foot again, delivering an incredibly sharp side kick that viciously slammed into Wang Weijing’s chest!

Wang Weijing’s entire body, along with the grenade about to explode, went flying toward the entrance of the assembly hall!

Outside the door, elite members of the Cyan Dragon Gang, who had rushed over at the sound of the commotion, had just reached the entrance when they saw a dark figure fly out toward them, screaming.

"Is that the Gang Leader?" someone with sharp eyes quickly recognized Wang Weijing.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion roared at the entrance, and a blazing light instantly devoured everything.

"Ah! My eyes!"

"My hand! My hand is gone!"

"Help me!!"

"Urgh!"

As for Wang Gang Leader, who was at the very center of the explosion, he had, of course, been completely wiped from the face of the earth.

Inside the hall, Lu Yun flickered over to the Wisteria Spirit Staff that had pierced the wreckage of the machine gun. He grasped the staff with one hand and pulled it out gently.

Then, he turned and threw a punch in the direction opposite the main entrance!

The thick wooden wall shattered, revealing a large hole, and Lu Yun’s figure flashed through it.

The rear courtyard on the other side of the Cyan Dragon Gang headquarters was where Wang Weijing’s family lived.

It was a place of pavilions and towers, exquisitely decorated, and of course, the most heavily guarded.

But at this moment, most of the guards had been drawn away by the huge commotion in the front courtyard.

Inside one of the most spacious and extravagantly furnished bedrooms.

A young man in his early twenties with a pale, puffy face, wearing only a silk robe, sat smugly on the edge of the bed. This was Wang Weijing’s eldest son, Wang Zhao Long.

On the bed, a woman of about thirty, with a full, impressive figure and skin as white as snow, was bound hand and foot with red silk, completely unable to move.

"Young Master, I’m begging you, you can’t keep doing this... I’m the master’s woman, after all," the woman pleaded, her voice trembling and tinged with sobs.

Wang Zhao Long spat and said impatiently, "Tch, stop fucking acting so high and mighty with me!"

"My dad has so many women he can’t even count them all. You’ve been missing for days, and he hasn’t even asked about you once!"

"In his eyes, you’re not even worth as much as a piece of clothing!"

As he spoke, he leaned down and pinched the woman’s chin. "Be good to me tonight... and maybe I’ll let you go tomorrow."

"And remember to keep your mouth shut! If you dare say a single word of this to anyone... Hmph, I have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead!"

After another unspeakable... session, Wang Zhao Long finally rose, fully satisfied.

He swayed over to the mahogany round table in the center of the room, took an expensive cigar from a silver case on the table, and expertly clipped and lit it, taking a deep drag.