Chapter 104 Fighting and Killing
Uncle Wu Sanye was wearing soft-soled cloth shoes and landed silently on the ground. He kept a sharp short blade hidden against his wrist, not showing its edge. When they were about to pass by each other, he exerted force on his toes, twisted his body, and at the same time flipped the short blade and stabbed it towards the waist.

This move is extremely vicious and cruel. No matter how strong a man you are, you will fall to the ground and twitch after being hit by this knife. Who would have thought that this determined knife would be like stabbing a wall.

If this was the first world Yan Xu traveled to, he would have been reborn in the next life before he could even react. Fortunately, he had received some training in the Japanese world and his own strength had been enhanced. He immediately realized that he had been ambushed. The sound of "ding" in his lower back was the sound of a knife piercing the armor.

When he realized that he was almost stabbed to death, an electric current rushed from Yan Xu's tailbone to his forehead, his heart beat like a drum, and all the pores on his body tightened. He couldn't tell whether it was fear or anger. He immediately loosened his hands and let the heavy suitcase fall to the ground. Then, he clenched his fists without hesitation, turned around and swung them back, bringing up a gust of evil wind. If there was someone behind him, they would be knocked several meters away on the spot.

As soon as he failed, Uncle Wu San knew something was wrong, and he immediately knelt down with his knees weak, and did a cross-legged squat, as if he was lying on the ground. However, before his back touched the ground, he twisted his waist and turned his shoulders, and rolled out in a very awkward posture.

The whistling evil wind made Uncle Wu break out in a cold sweat, but since he could have a place in this bustling dock, he was naturally not a good person. He was very ruthless. Before he stood up, he pushed himself with his arms, and instead of retreating, he moved forward and wrapped his strong legs around Yan Xu's calves. He was about to trip him to the ground, and then he would wrap himself around him and wipe his neck with the knife. Except for the bloodstains on the ground that were difficult to deal with, everything was perfect.

The punch missed, and the old Yan Xu lost his balance due to the force. He was tripped by the opponent and almost fell. He also saw the opponent's ferocious eyes and the short blade that was ready to move. He immediately realized that this was not a joke, nor a sparring match, but a life-and-death battle in which he would die if he made a mistake.

Yan Xu, who had never been so close to death, had an almost blank brain. In the face of the crisis, he instinctively started to fight, and the muscles all over his body expanded like an inflated tire. Uncle Wu was caught off guard, and his tightly twisted legs were stretched apart. He said inwardly that something was wrong, and without caring about anything else, he threw the dagger in his hand towards Yan Xu's face, let go of his legs, rolled back, and was about to retreat, while shouting without caring about his face.

"This idea is difficult, come on."

Uncle Wu did not come alone. Some people were responsible for putting on sacks and swinging clubs, some were responsible for carrying people and packing them in boxes, and some were responsible for driving the horse-drawn carriage. Five or six people had clear division of labor. In less than a cup of tea, they could make a living person disappear on the dock. When they heard the boss's call, they didn't care about anything else and rushed forward with wooden sticks and daggers.

At this time, Yan Xu's brain was still blank, and all his actions were based on instinct, so he immediately targeted the group of people rushing over, and used the most direct force of fists.

Yan Xu is so strong that he is usually not inferior to a heavyweight boxer. A powerful hook punch can kill an ordinary untrained person with one punch. If not killed, the person will suffer a severe concussion because the neck and cervical vertebrae of an ordinary person cannot withstand such a great impact force.

To be honest, Yan Xu has never tried the divine attack because he knows the consequences will be very serious. He knows today how serious it will be.

Facing five or six enemies, Yan Xu's reaction was very direct. Without any intention of dodging, he punched the man in the front in the face.

This man was called Erniuzi, the most capable fighter under Master Wu Sanye. He was born with brute strength and had learned Hung Gar for three years. If he had not been jealous and taken advantage of his brother's mercy to kill him during a sparring match, he would probably still be practicing martial arts in the martial arts gym.

Even so, relying on his martial arts, Erniuzi was a well-known figure at the dock. When he saw the opponent punching him, he prepared to fight back, but he underestimated Yan Xu's strength and arm span. Before he could stretch out his arms, the opponent's fist had already landed on his face. The hammer-like fist hit him in the blink of an eye.

This is not an exaggeration, but the truth. Yan Xu's gloves are lined with metal strips and covered with scales, which are three times harder than iron. In the state of fighting, the muscles of his whole body are activated, and his strength and explosive power have reached the limit of human beings. That is, the explosive power of Bruce Lee plus Tyson's heavy punch, the power that can be exerted is not as simple as one plus one.

Before Erniuzi's head could lean back to release the force, the iron fist smashed his nose and upper jaw, causing the skin and flesh to be sunken and his eyeballs to be squeezed out. Some of the broken teeth and bones pierced through his cheeks and were exposed, while others were buried deep in the flesh. In any case, this man was useless, and even if he was rescued, there would be large holes on his face covering his facial features.

This was just the beginning. Yan Xu's heart was beating like a drum, blood was flowing like a torrent, and his eyes were red. After seeing the blood, he became more and more manic. All his fear and panic were transformed into the purest violence. This was derived from the human instinct for survival, which was uncontrollable and unrestrained. Unless the danger was eliminated, he was no different from a beast. So when Er Niuzi's messy head fell to the ground, Yan Xu had already punched the second man in the chest. With a click, eight or nine ribs in both rows were broken immediately, and the violent force pierced his heart and lungs, making Yan Xu know what it meant to vomit blood.

During this period, Yan Xu ignored all the sticks and daggers. He charged forward like a bull, and no one survived his fists.

Uncle Wu San was about to run away, but Yan Xu punched him on the shoulder. He flew sideways and only avoided falling when he hit the wall. However, he could not even stand steadily, so how could he run? He was about to surrender, but Yan Xu ignored him and rushed over and punched him in the face. This time, Uncle Wu San's knees really weakened and he happened to avoid the punch.

The heavy iron fist smashed against the wall without hesitation, and the courtyard wall made of fine blue bricks suddenly cracked and shattered, scaring Uncle Wu San so much that he wet his pants.

It is true that he is a ruthless person, but that is only towards others. He would be afraid if it happened to himself, but Yan Xu, who was so hot-blooded and had killed several people in a row, had no intention of stopping. He leaned over and punched Wu Sanye continuously, and beat him into a pool of rotten flesh that could not even be lifted up amid broken bones and screams.

After standing up, Yan Xu realized that there was no one standing in the alley. He gradually came to his senses. Unexpectedly, he heard two clicks and two screams from outside the alley.

Yan Xu's face looked grim. He took out a nearly one-foot-long handle from his waist, touched the mechanism at the bottom, and a four-sided steel mace more than one foot long popped out. He held it in his hand and ran straight out of the alley, but only saw a few broken fingers and two suitcases stained with blood.

He knew what was going on at first glance because the box was designed according to his requirements.

There is a thin steel plate welded under the leather outer cover, but the real anti-theft measure is the handle. If you try to lift it with force without disarming the mechanism, a switch-like mechanism will pop out from under the handle and cut off your fingers on the spot.

Apparently someone saw that he was not there and wanted to take the box away, but ended up in trouble.

In any case, the matter had become a big deal, and Yan Xu didn't think he could explain what self-defense was to the government at that time, so he put away his steel mace, picked up the box and walked into the alley. Along the way, he saw several corpses that were not human-like, which gave him a more intuitive understanding of his own lethality and a deeper understanding of the dangers of this world.

(End of this chapter)