bookandnovel Chapter 54 The True Buddha in the Fengtian Team
Chapter 54 The True Buddha in the Fengtian Team
Inside Guanghe Building, the cheers receded like a tide, leaving behind a mess and the lingering smell of lime in the air.
Zhang Xiaolin, the commander of the Fengtian team, turned ashen-faced; he had completely lost face.
He glared fiercely at Lu Feng, the wolf cub on the stage whose face was half blood and half gray, and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
Lost.
In the public eye of Beijing, they lost to a half-grown wolf cub.
This face of yours has been stripped away, thrown on the ground, and trampled into pieces.
"Good...good methods."
Zhang Xiaolin forcibly suppressed the anger surging within him.
He knew he was doomed today; if he continued to linger, the machine gun that Lieutenant Li was holding in the second-floor private room was no joke.
"The green hills remain unchanged, and the clear waters flow on forever."
Zhang Xiaolin gave a perfunctory bow to Lu Cheng, who remained seated motionless below the stage, his tone revealing a sinister undertone that was all bark and no bite.
"Boss Lu, see you later. Get him in and let's go!"
A group of thugs from the Fengtian gang, dejected and crestfallen, lifted up their comrade whose thigh had been pierced and whose crotch was covered in blood, and prepared to retreat towards the gate like stray dogs.
On the stage, the young Lu Feng resembled a wounded wolf cub that still guarded its food, staring intently at the group of burly men from beyond the Great Wall who were trying to retreat.
Although he won, won fiercely and beautifully, he was still just a newcomer. He thought that winning this one match was the end of it all.
The entire audience breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this thrilling "all-out brawl" was finally coming to an end.
however.
Just as Zhang Xiaolin was about to step out of the threshold of Guanghe Building,
A voice, neither loud nor heavy, even carrying a hint of nonchalant laziness, exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap.
"Wait a minute."
The moment those two words were uttered, the air seemed to freeze instantly.
Zhang Xiaolin froze. He turned around, his neck making a cracking sound like a rusted bearing.
Under the stage, on the grand master's chair.
Lu Cheng slowly put down the teacup in his hand.
The porcelain cup collided with the mahogany tabletop, producing a crisp "thu".
He stood up.
Dressed in a moon-white long robe, spotless under the dim light, his expression was as calm as a schoolteacher in a private school.
But the moment he straightened up...
boom!
An indescribable sense of terrifying oppression radiated wildly outwards from him.
That wasn't murderous intent.
That's... momentum.
Like a mountain collapsing, like the deep sea overflowing.
Those enthusiasts who were nearby felt as if a huge rock was pressing on their chests, making it difficult to breathe, and instinctively wanted to kneel down and worship.
"Boss Lu, what do you mean by this?" Zhang Xiaolin's voice trembled slightly, and his hand subconsciously reached for his waist.
Lu Cheng didn't look at him, but instead raised his head and glanced at his apprentice Lu Feng, who was covered in blood but still stood straight on the stage.
"My apprentice performs opera and competes in martial arts according to the rules."
"You're spreading lime, breaking the rules."
Lu Cheng took a step.
This step, though a huge leap, landed silently.
"If you are not as skilled as others, then you lose. It's because you are not good enough. You deserve to die."
"But they resorted to underhanded tactics, trying to ruin my apprentice's eyes..."
Lu Cheng's lips curled into a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. Instead, it was filled with a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.
"Trying to leave?"
"This score hasn't been settled yet."
"Settle accounts? How do you want to do that?"
Forced back a step by this imposing aura, Zhang Xiaolin shouted sharply, "My man already has a leg crippled, isn't that enough?"
"not enough."
Lu Cheng shook his head, the light in his eyes gradually fading, revealing an indifference that regarded all living beings as worthless weeds.
"My rules are very simple."
"You harmed my disciple's eye, and I'll make you pay with your life."
"If you dare to offend my Qingyun Class, I'll tear your Fengtian Class to shreds."
Before he could finish speaking...
Lu Cheng's figure disappeared.
fast!
It's almost at its limit!
Everyone only felt a blur before their eyes, and a white figure, like a ghost, instantly cut into the crowd of the Fengtian troupe.
"Stop him!!"
Zhang Xiaolin roared in terror.
The dozen or so martial arts instructors from the Fengtian Martial Arts Team were truly ruthless characters who had seen blood and killed people. At this moment, they were also forced to show their ferocity, and they all drew short knives and iron rulers from their waists, howling as they pounced on Lu Cheng.
"roll."
Lu Cheng's voice was like a thunderclap.
Followed by.
It was a series of chilling cracking sounds.
"Snap! Snap! Snap!"
Lu Cheng did not use any fancy moves.
It's the simplest and most direct grappling technique: dislocating tendons and bones.
His hands were like iron clamps, like eagle claws.
Once you've got it, you have to cut it off.
"Ah, my hand!"
"My leg! My leg is broken!"
"He's a devil...he's a devil!!"
The screams rose and fell, as horrifying as a living hell.
Lu Cheng strolled leisurely through the crowd.
With a casual wave of his hand, one person's arm bent at a bizarre ninety-degree angle, revealing white bone fragments piercing through the flesh.
With a casual kick, he shattered a man's kneecap, leaving him limp and lifeless on the ground.
In just a dozen or so breaths.
Of the dozen or so strong men, not one was still able to stand.
All their limbs were severed, and they lay on the ground groaning in agony, their blood staining the blue brick floor of Guanghe Tower.
ruthless.
It's too cruel.
This isn't a friendly sparring match; it's a one-sided massacre!
The entire audience, including Lieutenant Li in the second-floor VIP box, was dumbfounded.
They've seen ruthless people before, but never anyone this ruthless.
This Lu Cheng, who usually appears gentle and refined, is more bloodthirsty and brutal than a thousand butchers when he gets into a fight!
Zhang Xiaolin was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, too weak to even pull out his gun.
He looked at the man standing in the pool of blood, whose white clothes were not stained with a single drop of blood, and his crotch was instantly soaked.
At this moment, Lu Cheng walked step by step toward Zhang Xiaolin.
Just then.
"Young man, be forgiving when you can."
An old, hoarse voice suddenly came from behind the pile of junk boxes belonging to the Fengtian troupe.
Lu Cheng paused, raising an eyebrow slightly.
An old man emerged from behind the pile of messy costume boxes.
He was wearing a dusty old cotton-padded jacket and holding a broken broom for sweeping the floor.
This old man is so unremarkable.
With such a commotion, no one even noticed that there was a person squatting there.
He was hunched over, his face full of wrinkles, and he looked like the lowest-ranking, least noticeable old servant in the opera troupe.
But at the moment.
As he walked out step by step, the original air of decadence and decay completely disappeared.
Instead, it is a calm and unfathomable demeanor, as steady as a mountain.
"I've heard of Boss Lu's name even when I was outside the Great Wall."
The old man put down the broom, and his once cloudy old eyes shone with a sharp light.
"Now that so many people have been injured, your anger should have subsided. These people didn't know the rules, so I apologize on their behalf."
"Shall we leave it at that?"
Although the tone was meant to be consultative, it carried an air of unquestionable authority.
That's the aura that only someone who has held a high position for many years, or someone who has absolute confidence in their own abilities, can possess.
Lu Cheng looked at the old man.
His eyes were slightly narrowed, and golden lines flowed deep within his pupils.
【Sharp Eyes】Activated!
To most people, he was just an ordinary old man.
But in Lu Cheng's view...
Although the old man's vital energy and blood had begun to decline, his bones were as hard as iron, especially his hands, which were covered with large tendons and had incredibly thick calluses.
In his dantian, there was a ball of "qi" that, though faint, was extremely condensed, like a charcoal fire about to go out.
Hidden strength!
This is a master who has cultivated hidden strength, but due to old age and physical decline, his vital energy has dropped to the extreme of manifest strength!