Chapter 57: Fierce Battle (4)

“To collapse the houses around here, you’d at least need to break the load-bearing walls and pillars.” Xiao Jingyang said with focus: “That sort of thing, if you gave me a large hammer and let me build up strength to smash them one by one, it also wouldn’t be impossible.”

“But their speed is too fast…” Qin Wu’s eyes were full of bitterness: “It’s just like kicking wooden planks, truly like monsters.”

The next moment, a silver light flashed in the darkness, and the middle of a roof directly broke into several pieces, falling towards the ground.

Xiao Changhe stared with wide eyes, looking incredulously at the rising dust in the distance, exclaiming: “You said, this is them demolishing houses? But… but… how…” Although he didn’t want to believe it with his words, the fact before his eyes was undeniably displayed before them, making them unable to disbelieve.

“Not impossible.” Jiang Tianzheng said: “If I punched with all my strength, I could also break through a thinner earth wall. But to cause this level of destruction while fighting like a monster, this is also the first time I’ve seen it.”

Everyone fell into a silence. Those always considered geniuses, promising youths like Wang Qiang, Zhou Xingyun, also had a look of bewilderment in their eyes. Their efforts, their strength, when facing such monsters, was it really meaningful?

It seemed they remembered how they had actually thought about resisting a terrifying monster like Blood Rakshasa earlier, and felt even more afraid in retrospect. If Ghost Fist hadn’t suddenly appeared, they would all be dead already.

They had seen people who could fight dozens alone, and people who could break stone slabs with one punch, but this matter of demolishing houses barehanded, they really had never even heard of. Or maybe they had heard, but just dismissed it as boring rumors and forgot.

After all, they never imagined that martial artists, at most three martial artists, could actually cause such terrifying destructive power.

Of course, the reason Zuo Zhicheng and the Blood Rakshasa siblings could cause this destruction was also related to the buildings and materials themselves in Xinlu Port, mostly brick and wood structures. One could imagine, if they were fighting in a modern big city, they absolutely couldn’t create such a scene.

Just in the silence of everyone, a female voice broke the quiet again.

“Father!”

“Qing’er?” Jiang Tianzheng turned his head and saw a martial hall disciple helping Jiang Qing up. As soon as Jiang Qing saw Jiang Tianzheng, her eyes red, she rushed over and hugged him tightly.

Jiang Tianzheng’s tense expression finally relaxed. He patted Jiang Qing’s back and said: “It’s good that you’re alright.”

“But Zuo Zhicheng is gone.” Jiang Qing lifted her head, saying anxiously: “After he hid me under the bed, he encountered Blood Rakshasa’s attack himself, and then I couldn’t find him. If he hadn’t protected me, I might have died.”

Thinking back now, she realized how foolish her action of wanting to rush up and help was. If Zuo Zhicheng hadn’t stopped her, she would have died hundreds of times.

Xiao Jingyang nearby said: “Changhe, send people to look for Brother Zuo.”

Xiao Changhe agreed somewhat unhappily, while also feeling a bit schadenfreude; it would be best if Zuo Zhicheng had already been killed by Blood Rakshasa.

“Thank you, Hall Master Xiao.”

Xiao Jingyang waved his hand, giving a bitter smile: “Young Brother Zuo sacrificed himself to save others, yet he is much braver than us.”

Right at this moment, another series of explosions, impacts, and exclamations sounded. Jiang Qing looked curiously towards the west of the martial hall, at the place continuously billowing with dust, and asked: “What’s happening?”

The people on the martial hall looked grim, and some began running downstairs.

“They’re fighting over here…”

“No need to stay here, let’s retreat quickly!”

The group rushed downstairs, the loud noises reaching their ears seeming to get closer and closer, mixed with Blood Rakshasa’s shrieks and another man’s angry roars. But Ghost Fist’s voice was never heard.

A short while later, Xiao Jingyang and Xiao Changhe walked at the front, with Jiang Tianzheng supported by Jiang Qing behind, also heading towards the back door of Chaoyang Martial Hall.

But just then, the noise in the dark night suddenly quieted down. In the night wind, only the screams and shouts of passersby outside the martial hall could be heard, but the sounds of Ghost Fist and the others were completely inaudible.

Faced with this situation, Xiao Jingyang raised his hand, and everyone stopped. They looked around nervously, at various corners, shadows, doors, and windows, as if Blood Rakshasa and Ghost Fist could charge out from there at any moment.

Suddenly, the wall directly in front of everyone bulged out, then with a thunderous crash, a blood-red figure flew towards Xiao Changhe’s direction accompanied by countless flying broken stones.

Amid everyone’s exclamations, Xiao Changhe was already sent flying by the figure. He let out a cry of pain, as if several of his bones were broken.

And the figure that hit him had already fallen to the ground, covered in blood, motionless.

That was… Blood Rakshasa.

Just as the two landed, another black figure had already rushed out like lightning, landing beside Blood Rakshasa. He wore a white mask, his eyes tightly fixed on Blood Rakshasa on the ground, as if confirming whether she was dead or alive.

“Senior Sister!”

A mournful roar rang out. A brown-haired, bare-chested youth had already burst through from the other side of the wall. The wall, already with a hole from the impact, now had an even larger hole under his charge.

He was Blood Rakshasa’s junior brother. Only his previous composure had disappeared; the clothes on his body were completely torn to shreds, and his chest, back, and shoulders were covered with various fine wounds.

His eyes were completely red as he looked at Blood Rakshasa’s figure on the ground, roaring as he charged over.

Zuo Zhicheng glanced at him. In his Infrared Vision, the other had an Innate Primordial Breath covering his entire body. But unlike his and Blood Rakshasa’s Innate Primordial Breath, this Innate Primordial Breath covered a very large area, but its intensity, or rather its heat radiation, wasn’t very high, only pink.

After the previous series of attacks, Zuo Zhicheng knew that the other seemed to practice some kind of toughening skill. Although the muscles under his skin didn’t have as much power as his and Blood Rakshasa’s, they possessed a special layer of defense, like a particularly thick layer of cuticle, able to block sword slashes.

It seemed judging strength simply by the color of the Innate Primordial Breath in Infrared Vision wasn’t absolutely accurate.

And because of his appearance, Zuo Zhicheng had two ribs broken and his shoulder dislocated once during the subsequent fighting.

But now, without Blood Rakshasa’s support and cover, this man before him was just a target. After all, the other’s toughening skill was too clumsy for him.

They saw two figures collide fiercely. Zuo Zhicheng took two punches from the other, then threw a punch that broke through the other’s right hand defending his abdomen, and was about to throw another punch when a hand grabbed his.

Then the two grabbed each other’s hands, and Zuo Zhicheng delivered a knee strike to the other’s stomach. With this heavy blow, the other’s hands involuntarily loosened, and then his head was grabbed by Zuo Zhicheng.

Then followed a storm-like series of frantic knee strikes.

The intestines, stomach, heart, chin, bridge of the nose, all places difficult for toughening skills to defend, all suffered Zuo Zhicheng’s crazy attacks.

The man’s roars and Zuo Zhicheng’s coldness formed a sharp contrast. In fact, until now, no matter how Blood Rakshasa and her junior brother cursed or roared, Zuo Zhicheng hadn’t said a single word.

He was like an iceberg, just silently charging over, and then crushing the other to pieces.

After beating him for a full three minutes, Zuo Zhicheng finally threw the other, now like a pile of mud, onto the ground.

Everyone watched as the man slowly fell from Zuo Zhicheng’s hands, feeling a sense of astonishment. Blood Rakshasa, and another who seemed to be her junior brother, the two joining forces, were just defeated by Ghost Fist like that?

Recalling the series of attacks and defenses just displayed before them, both sides’ extreme speed and strength, everything seemed so natural?

Jiang Qing, seeing the man finally defeated on the ground, also breathed a sigh of relief.

And although Ghost Fist now looked slightly disheveled, his clothes torn in several places, various blood and dust mixed on his clothes and hair, in Jiang Qing’s eyes, or rather in everyone’s eyes, he felt indescribably heroic.

“Sir, are you Ghost Fist?”

Zuo Zhicheng glanced at Xiao Jingyang and said coldly: “Some people call me that.”

He then carried the bodies of Blood Rakshasa and the man on his back and silently walked into the darkness.

“Today, thank you for saving our lives. Let us at least fulfill our duties as hosts and entertain you.”

“Please, sir, give us some guidance on our Martial Arts!”

Ignoring the pleas of Xiao Jingyang and the others, after a few seconds, Zuo Zhicheng’s figure had completely melted into the night, disappearing from everyone’s sight, leaving only one sentence drifting in the air, making everyone look at each other.

“You, are too weak.”

Hearing this, Xiao Jingyang and the others’ faces turned green and white, yet they had no power to refute, and could only watch the other leave, unable to say a word.