"Wu, what do you mean! Why didn't you stop that person just now? Now he's clearly going up the mountain to report back. What if Iron Mountain brings people down in a bit?" Little Chen was furious and vented his anger on Wu Baozi once again.

  "Little rabbit, I'm warning you for the last time. If you continue to be impudent and shout at me without respect, believe it or not, I'll cook all of you together!" Wu Pangzi shouted loudly with a fierce gaze.

  "How dare you!" The enemy in front of them hadn't been dealt with yet, and now his own people were turning against each other. Old Chen was worried as he looked at his son, thinking that if he had known about the bad blood between him and Wu Pangzi, he wouldn't have brought him along on this operation.

  "Shut up, both of you! What do you two mean?! The adults have spoken, this time listen to my command. If either of you provokes the other without reason again, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Old Chen drew out his knife from his waist with a swoosh and coldly shouted.

  "Dad! How could you..." Little Chen was about to explain himself when Old Chen slapped him to the ground, "Even if you're my son, if you delay the task entrusted by your superiors, I'll kill you just the same!"

  Xiao Chen looked at Lao Chen's icy gaze and didn't dare to speak, he was clearly aware that his old man was extremely loyal to Zhao Da Ren, he would really kill him for the sake of Zhao Chu He.

  On the other side, Old Liu charged towards the enemy with empty hands, this time he was determined to die, he knew that if he watched Zhang Feng die here, he would not have a good life when he returned, so it's better to fight to the death, maybe the two of them could hold on until the reinforcements came down from the mountain.

  Unable to resist, the root of being empty-handed and unarmed made it impossible for him to fight against the opponent. The subordinates who surrounded Zhang Feng were suppressed by just two people, leaving Old Liu unable to move or help Zhang Feng.

  He could only pick up a branch from the ground to barely block the opponent's sword. As for Zhang Feng, except for the initial surprise attack that knocked one person flying, he was surrounded by a group of people and couldn't open up the situation. Although they seemed to be two groups of people, each had their own set of collaborative tactics, making it difficult for Zhang Feng to break through.

  But he relied on Taiyi Mian Zhang's soft and hard coordination, and the continuous rotation also made him turn around with his opponent without falling behind.

  This made Wu Piaozi, who had been watching from the sidelines, extremely surprised. The people under his command were all carefully selected by Xiang Zhuang, and they were all skilled fighters among the soldiers. With their combined mastery of a set of battle array techniques, Wu Piaozi had been invincible in recent years thanks to them.

  Moreover, although he always calls himself Old Chen, but the people he trained for Zhao Chuhai are also very powerful. Now these two groups of people have joined forces and haven't taken down a small fry who came down from the mountain. Wu Pangzi's heart sank, feeling that this person's identity might not be so simple.

  As he thought of this, he touched the iron pestle behind his back and couldn't help but get excited. It had been a long time since he saw someone with such exceptional skills. He thought to himself that since Wu Sou and Wu Pangzi came out of the mountains, they had been dominating the underworld of Jizhou Prefecture with their iron pestles, undefeated. Now, seeing his prey, he was eager to go up and have a match.

  Zhang Feng's skills in the arena had become more and more proficient, since he started practicing the Mian Zhang palm technique. When he was on the mountain, the most he would do is exchange blows with his master, each time stopping at a single point. After coming down from the mountain to compete with his fellow disciples, he could easily win just by relying on his agile footwork, so he didn't need to use this technique much. As a result, although Zhang Feng was skilled in this palm technique, he lacked experience in applying it.

  This time he faced a siege by many people, and his palm technique responded to the enemy more and more skillfully. From the initial barely holding on to the recent stalemate, and now gradually gaining the upper hand, the people around him were getting anxious as they couldn't break through for a long time. The joint attack formation was gradually revealing flaws, and the coordination between them was no longer perfect.

  Zhang Feng saw this opportunity and was overjoyed in his heart. He dodged the knives and axes coming from behind, and with a sudden burst of force, he shot out like an arrow, straight at the person opposite him. With a flip of his hands, he had already reached that person's ribs, and with a burst of palm force, this person became the second unlucky devil to fly out.

  Old Chen, who was watching from the side, let out a cold hum and was extremely dissatisfied. The two people Zhang Feng had sent flying were his subordinates, which made him lose face. Looking at Wu Baozi's seemingly smiling but not quite smiling expression, Old Chen couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

  "Boom, boom, peng......" Immediately following, like a string of firecrackers, the surrounding mob was suddenly sent flying, with over twenty people knocked to the ground. The remaining people were so frightened that they hastily retreated far away from Zhang Feng. No one could have expected that Zhang Feng, who had been barely holding on just moments before, would suddenly transform as if possessed by a ghost or god.

  Originally, Wu Baozi was slightly pleased to see Lao Chen's two subordinates being knocked flying, but the sudden change now made his face turn ugly in an instant. Among the people who were knocked flying, most of them were his own soldiers. Wu Baozi's anger burned fiercely, and the elite soldiers were actually beaten back repeatedly by a little kid, even showing signs of fear. Did they still have the face to call themselves members of the army?

  "Ah!" With a loud shout from Wu Pangzi, a dark and dull iron pestle silently smashed towards Zhang Feng's neck. At this moment, Zhang Feng, who was about to knock down his opponent with one palm, suddenly felt a chill in the back of his head, and his heart was greatly shocked. He quickly lowered his head and rolled forward to dodge the deadly iron pestle.

  "Ah..." A iron pestle came with the wind, closely following Zhang Feng's back. Zhang Feng had to grit his teeth and dodge again, feeling stifled in his heart. If it weren't for the sudden arrival of the iron pestle, he wouldn't be dodging around like this without any power to fight back, unable to even see who was attacking him.

  In an instant, Wu Pangzi had already swung out fourteen hammer strikes. The next one, the fifteenth strike, was the hidden killing move in this set of hammer techniques, and it would either kill or injure upon impact.

  "Hah!" Wu Qiu let out a loud shout, his legs using force to jump into the air, his right hand's iron pestle chopping down from above towards Zhang Feng. This move was made with great momentum and added with Wu Qiu's strength, Zhang Feng had no way to dodge and could only raise his left hand in a claw shape, attempting to grab the iron pestle.

  Wu Pangzi, who was in mid-air, was overjoyed at this turn of events. As long as his iron pestle made contact with Zhang Feng's hand, he would definitely cripple it on the spot. "Thud!" The iron pestle heavily struck the ground, and Wu Pangzi gazed solemnly at Zhang Feng.

  Just now, Zhang Feng's left hand had clearly collided with the iron pestle, and Wu Qiu thought that his micro-operation would win, but he couldn't understand how Zhang Feng's left hand suddenly slipped out from under the iron pestle, causing this killing move to fail, and instead hitting him on the ground.

  At this moment, Zhang Feng had already retreated far away, also frowning at Wu Qiu. If it weren't for him to have realized something was wrong as soon as he touched the iron pestle and quickly used the escaping technique from his cotton palm, his hand would probably have been smashed into a useless mess by that one strike.

  Even so, Zhang Feng's left hand was still shaking uncontrollably, with a bright red mark on his palm and even a faint trace of blood seeping out.

  Sweat covered Zhang Feng's forehead due to the pain, he knew that this unimpressive-looking short and stout man in front of him was quite formidable. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Old Liu being suppressed on the side, Zhang Feng pursed his lips and deeply exhaled...

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