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Song Qiao moved forward without any hesitation, and just as Wei Zhuangzhu was about to strike, he felt a sudden surge of Internal Energy from Song Qiao that knocked him back several steps, barely allowing him to regain his balance.
"Master!"
"Zhuang Master!"
A few disciples saw Wei Zhuangzhu injured and immediately launched their attacks. There was no need for Song Qiao to intervene; A Gang, with a gleeful smile, stepped forward, bypassing Song Qiao, and took several punches and kicks head-on.
The blows landed on A Gang with a sound reminiscent of a blacksmith's hammer striking metal. A Gang seemed unfazed, but Wei Zhuangzhu's disciples retreated, their hands and feet numb, eyes filled with fear; this person had formidable skills.
"Did you forget to eat?" A Gang scoffed, glancing at the table laden with delicacies. "Too busy drinking?"
The disciples of Wei Zhuangzhu could not tolerate the mockery and angrily charged forward with a punch. A Gang swiftly turned left to dodge the blow, but the disciple suddenly changed his punch into a claw strike.
The powerful straight punch was merely a feint; the real lethal move aimed at A Gang's head was coming in fast. At the same time, Wei Zhuangzhu's eldest disciple executed a coordinated kick from the left side, sealing off A Gang's escape route.
The disciple's five claws thrust forward like five sharp spears toward A Gang's face while the whiplike kick approached from the left. It seemed like a deadlock, but in reality, A Gang had everything under control.
Suddenly, he performed a rapid backward bridge maneuver. Despite his large frame, his waist was surprisingly flexible. His feet seemed rooted to the ground as he leaned back, allowing the five claws to sweep past his face, just grazing him while successfully intercepting the eldest disciple's kick!
A dull thud echoed in the air as both disciples' faces paled. Before they could change their tactics, A Gang sprang back like a coiled spring and unleashed two powerful punches.
He sent both burly disciples flying off the ground several meters before they landed heavily.
"Eldest Brother! Brother!"
"This is infuriating!"
Seeing this, the remaining disciples were enraged. A Gang wasn't alone; he quickly engaged with all five of them, each one a fierce fighter recruited by the prince. In just a few exchanges, they had knocked down everyone from the Pearl Manor.
The situation changed so rapidly that Chen Tao couldn't react in time. By the time he decided to help, Song Qiao had already stepped right in front of him.
Chen Tao was taken aback. Channeling his Internal Energy from top to bottom, he struck out with his left palm toward Song Qiao's forehead with a thunderous force.
A gang like this knows to keep things lively. Having played against a seasoned veteran like Song Qiao, how could Chen Tao not be cautious and dodge?
Facing Chen Tao's straightforward yet powerful strike, Song Qiao stepped onto the Seven Stars, moving like a fallen petal dancing in the wind.
He evaded the palm strike by riding the air currents and simultaneously closed in, launching a punch at Chen Tao's abdomen before he could react. Chen Tao's internal energy surged, robust Zhen Qi protecting his organs, but Song Qiao's internal energy was ethereal and divine. The force behind his strike rolled in like waves, one after another.
It wasn't a sudden explosion of energy; rather, it was a rapid succession of waves releasing internal energy. The first few bursts failed to break through Bai Zhen Qi, but the subsequent waves stubbornly drilled through it, crashing into Chen Tao's body.
Chen Tao did not retreat an inch but lost all resistance, a trickle of crimson flowing from the corner of his mouth as he suffered internal injuries.
Ah, the prince is truly perceptive. He knew you had stumbled upon a rare opportunity and that your internal energy was thicker than ordinary men’s; that's why he sent Old Man over.
Song Qiao's words left both Chen Tao and the audience stunned.
"What the hell? We were told to expect weaklings, yet each one seems stronger than the last! Even an old expert targeting the protagonist? This is absurd!"
"Have villains become so ruthless? Instead of sending fodder for the protagonist to gain experience, they send experts directly?"
"Forget what I said earlier; the prince isn't just impressive—he's incredibly formidable!"
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