When Chen Chu charged into the encirclement, Long Qi shook his head and sighed after seeing him cut down the second person. It was unclear whether he was praising or criticizing Chen Chu.
Long Qi slowly opened his black box, revealing some shiny steel molds inside.
Long Qi quickly put on the molds after scanning them.
The steel molds were then fitted onto his elbows, knees, calves, wrists, arms, then his head, fists, and ankles and feet.
These steel molds aren't very big, but they are all points of leverage for Muay Thai fighters.
It weighed only about seventeen or eighteen pounds in total, but it was made of high-quality steel. Long Qi put the mold on, then hung the black box on the motorcycle and rushed towards another densely populated area.
He was still three or four steps away from his opponent when he leaped high into the air, let out a loud shout, and then slammed his knees down hard.
Long Qi leaped up to a height of about 1.78 meters, and with his lower legs tucked in and his knees raised high, he reached a height of about 2.12 meters. Then, he brought his knees together to his chest and slammed them down hard.
The steel mold at the knee also had sharp, bone-spur-like edges.
He slammed both knees onto the shoulders of the two burly men.
Two burly men, each the size of a small mountain, were hit so hard they cried out and fell to the ground, unable to get up.
Long Qi stepped on the back of a burly man, using the momentum to jump up again. This time, he raised his right elbow high and then slammed it down hard on the man's head.
The bones in the elbow are already hard, and when a mold is applied, the force becomes even stronger.
With a loud thud, the burly man was knocked unconscious and collapsed to the ground before he could even react.
The crowd erupted into chaos. Long Qi unleashed several punches in quick succession, his knuckles encased in finely crafted steel molds. Each punch landed with tremendous force, striking his opponent's abdomen, jaw, or sternum with a resounding boom.
The sound of bones breaking was so clear that in just over ten seconds, Long Qi had taken down seven or eight people.
The group of people also dispersed. At this moment, seven or eight thugs exchanged glances and then brandished their knives and clubs, slashing at Long Qi.
Long Qi sneered and charged straight at the group instead of retreating. He leaped into the air, and the blades and clubs slashed and struck at his head. Long Qi pulled his arms back to protect his head, while the blades and clubs clanged and clattered against the steel molds on his forearms.
Long Qi pressed down with both knees, his knees spread apart, and slammed them into the chests of two burly men in the dense crowd.
With a cracking sound of a sternum breaking, the two burly men cried out and staggered backward, knocking over four or five people who fell to the ground, unable to get up.
Long Qi landed and immediately let out a loud shout. He lowered his head, his fists one in front of the other, and his feet were in a T-stance. For a moment, all the thugs under Ma Houzi were dumbfounded, and no one dared to rush forward again.
In less than a minute, Long Qi had taken down nine people. Among these thugs were some veterans who had been hanging out with Ma Houzi for over ten years. They had never seen a fight like this before and were puzzled. Where the hell did this old Taoist come from?
They didn't move, but Long Qi could. With a loud shout, he charged forward. The thugs brandished knives and sticks to block, but when Long Qi saw the knife coming, he blocked it with his right arm. The steel blade on his arm blocked the opponent's cleaver. As sparks flew, Long Qi slammed his left elbow down, knocking one of them down. Then a stick came from the left. Long Qi blocked it again with the steel blade on his left arm, and at the same time, he slammed his right elbow down on the man's chest, taking down another one.
Long Qi charged forward, when a fat man appeared from the opposite direction, holding an iron chain. He swung the chain twice and smashed it at Long Qi.
Long Qi ducked, the iron chain missed its target, and then he leaped up, grabbing the fat man's shoulders with both hands. He then slammed his knee forward, once, twice. The sharp, bone-spur-like protrusions of the steel mold on his knee were unbearable for the fat man.
He only managed two thrusts before collapsing. Long Qi shoved the fat man's face away with a wave of his hand, dismissively pushing him aside.
At this moment, a big guy suddenly appeared from behind and grabbed Long Qi by the neck. Long Qi's body tilted to the side, and then he raised his elbow without even turning his head. His elbow struck the man's face, and with just one blow, the man's face was covered in blood. Long Qi turned around, jumped up, raised his left elbow, and smashed it down hard. The man's head was blown apart, and he fell to the ground, barely breathing.
"Whoosh..."
The crowd receded as if the tide had gone out, looking at Long Qi as if he were a monster. Some, unwilling to accept defeat, rushed forward. Regardless of whether his knife was slashing or chopping, Long Qi simply raised his arm to block the fierce blows. Then, with his other hand, he swung out an elbow, and his opponent was taken down in one move. Amidst the flashing blades, Long Qi remained calm and composed, fighting as if he were strolling in a garden, unhurried and unhurried. His attacks on his opponents consisted of nothing more than an elbow or a knee. His moves were simple, yet effective and direct, without any frills.
Chen Chu made the first move, but Long Qi was the first to arrive at the entrance of the Blackie's Billiards Hall...
When Long Qi arrived at the entrance of the billiard hall, he was unhurried and didn't rush inside. There were only seven or eight of Ma Houzi's men inside the billiard hall. When the men outside saw Long Qi standing at the entrance, they wanted to rush up but dared not. They had no choice but to rush up as well. Dozens of men held knives and sticks and confronted Long Qi.
Long Qi leaned against the wall instead. Two boys rushed up at him, yelling. Long Qi raised his arm to block the knives and sticks, then struck them down with a horizontal elbow and a knee.
The others looked on with some fear and unconsciously took two or three steps back.
"Damn it..." Long Qi cursed under his breath, then charged towards the group, his arms clearing the way like the two large hand blades of a mantis. The thugs, including Ma Houzi, were already terrified. When Long Qi charged at them, they lacked confidence. Fighting is all about momentum. Long Qi had taken down fourteen or fifteen thugs as he fought his way from the outermost perimeter to the entrance of the billiard hall. Now that he was coming back to kill them, the thugs' morale was almost gone.
A few who were not convinced charged forward but were knocked down, while the rest retreated like the receding tide.
No one dared to touch Long Qi; they all surrounded him like a pack of domestic dogs surrounding a wild Siberian tiger, howling and barking wildly. No one dared to rush forward, but who dared to touch Chen Chu?
Chen Chu had already charged from the perimeter to the center of the crowd. There were many people here, and Chen Chu felt his arm go numb, as if his fingers and the knife were connected.
He kept swinging his machete, surrounded by figures, some rushing at him, others being defeated by Long Qi.
At this moment, four or five knives came slashing down again.
Chen Chu once again drew out the silver needles from his wrist guard with his left hand and threw them one by one. No matter where the needles pierced the opponent, a scream would be heard before they fell to the ground.
The crowd stepped back a few paces, and Chen Chu rushed forward again, brandishing his machete and delivering two more blows.
Blood splattered all over Chen Chu's body, covering the upper half of his face and even his eyes with a crimson layer. Chen Chu's black clothes now looked more like a red outfit. He cut down the people who had been pierced by the silver needles. The people groaned and could not get up. Chen Chu chuckled coldly a few times.
The man pointed his machete at the dark mass of people and shouted, "Charge! Damn it, charge!"
A loud shout came from the crowd, and a shirtless man, about 1.85 meters tall, rushed forward. Chen Chu took a half step back, and with his left hand, he pulled out another silver needle. The man froze, took two steps back, swallowed hard, and a look of panic appeared in his eyes: "No...no...don't use hidden weapons..."
Chen Chu was so angry he laughed. He thought to himself, "Damn it, I'm fighting for my life, and you're saying I won't use any hidden weapons?"
Immediately, the silver needle flew out, aimed at the boy's face, but instead pierced his navel.
The silver needle was sharp, and since the boy was shirtless with no clothes to cover him, the needle pierced more than two inches deep.
The burly man cried out and knelt on one knee, clutching his stomach with both hands. Chen Chu seized the opportunity to move forward, raise his cleaver, and chop at the man's head.
He was stunned by the attack. He didn't notice that the cleaver had become blunt and saw-like as it slashed at the big man's head.
The man screamed in pain, clutching his head with both hands. Chen Chu tried to pull him off but couldn't budge him. He then grabbed the knife handle with both hands, kicked the big man's shoulders hard with his feet, and moved the cleaver back and forth a couple of times. The serrated cleaver spun around on the big man's head a few times, and the thugs four or five meters away could hear the chilling cracking sound of the cleaver's iron blade coming from the big man's bones.
"Go to hell..." Chen Chu finally pulled out the knife.
The man was writhing on the ground, clutching his head in excruciating pain.
His face was covered in blood. Chen Chu pulled back the knife and saw that the blade was already chipped. He simply turned the knife around and smashed it hard against the big man's head with the back of the blade.
"Fuck your mother, what the hell are you yelling for? Fuck your mother, what the hell are you yelling for..." Chen Chu slapped the big man more than ten times until he finally passed out.
The thugs surrounding them were all dumbfounded, grinning and watching coldly, none of them daring to rush over.
At this moment, Dao Duo and Lao Ba, Ma Houzi's men, had already led a group of people to rush up. They had seen clearly what was happening from behind and cursed, "Useless trash! The other side only had two damned guys, and they wiped you all out?"
Dao Duo shouted and dodged!
He immediately charged at Chen Chu, wielding a machete, while the thugs shouted, "Brother Dao, watch out for that guy's hidden weapons..."
Dao Duo ignored this and rushed forward, swinging his knife to slash. Chen Chu touched his wrist guard and found seven or eight silver needles. Of course, out of forty or fifty silver needles, many had missed their mark. He immediately pulled out another one and flew it toward Dao Duo's face, but it hit the back of Dao Duo's raised hand.
Unable to bear it any longer, the silver needle pierced Dao Duo's palm, and with a clang, the cleaver in Dao Duo's hand fell to the ground. Chen Chu rushed over and slashed the cleaver fiercely at Dao Duo's head.
"Fuck you..." Dao Duo was no ordinary thug. Seeing Chen Chu coming over, he kicked Chen Chu in the stomach. Chen Chu had been slashing for so long that he was exhausted. He was kicked back seven or eight steps and sat down on the ground. At this moment, Lao Ba behind Dao Duo saw an opportunity and rushed over to stab Chen Chu with the dagger in his hand.
The dagger resembled a triangular military bayonet, or a giant awl, except that it was also triangular, sharp, and had a very deep blood groove.
Old Scar already had a grudge against Chen Chu, and he wished he could stab Chen Chu through the teeth with this blow.
Although he didn't know that the masked man was Chen Chu, the kid was ruthless and cunning, aiming to skewer the candied hawthorn with this shovel.
Chen Chu was kicked to the ground. He did a somersault to his feet and had barely regained his balance when Old Scar's stab came flying at him.
The boy had a ferocious face, and the long scar on his face looked like a living caterpillar wriggling in the night.
Then, Old Scar hoarsely uttered, "Die..."