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Chapter 102: The Beauty Saves the Hero
In the ancient city of Yuan Dynasty, which has a history of over 700 years, a scene reminiscent of the cold weapon era unfolded once again. Hundreds of people wielded iron pipes, baseball bats, and broken bricks, shouting and fighting with each other. Injuries and bloodshed were rampant, accompanied by piercing screams echoing one after another. Zhang Qiu had also taken several hits; a cut on his left arm throbbed painfully with every slight movement, causing him to gasp in pain.
Relying on ambush tactics only provided a temporary advantage and could not turn the tide of the battle. The opponents had clearly regained their composure and were no longer retreating in fear. They realized that the more they backed away, the more they would be hit; charging forward and getting entangled with Zhang Qiu's people was actually safer. As Zhang Qiu watched his brothers get injured one by one, his anxiety grew.
After fighting for a while, Liu Xiaolong and Liu Xiaofei were engaged with their own people, but Zeng Fan still hid among the crowd, refusing to come out. Although Zhang Qiu saw Zeng Fan get hit by a stone and sustain injuries, it was far from enough. Only when he personally forced Zeng Fan to beg for mercy would Zhang Qiu be satisfied and able to end this chaotic battle more quickly.
After catching his breath, Zhang Qiu unleashed another surge of strength, raising the bloodied iron pipe and swinging it fiercely towards Zeng Fan. As long as anyone stood in his way, Zhang Qiu would rather take a hit from them than not strike hard at Zeng Fan's head. In such a critical moment, he no longer cared about targeting vital points.
Zhang Qiu's reckless fighting style gradually took effect; fewer dared to approach him as no one wanted to provoke this furious killer. After knocking down several opponents, Zhang Qiu finally reached Zeng Fan. He swung the iron pipe down towards Zeng Fan, who was still stunned by Zhang Qiu's earlier performance and failed to react in time, taking the blow directly and collapsing to the ground.
Zhang Qiu held the iron pipe aloft but did not strike again immediately. Seeing Zeng Fan on the ground made Zhang Qiu's heart skip a beat as he thought, "I hope I didn't kill him; that would be serious."
After some contemplation, Zhang Qiu reassured himself that it wouldn't be so easy for someone to die from a single blow. But what if he had struck a fatal spot?
The chaotic scene left Zhang Qiu little time for further thought; amidst the turmoil, no one noticed that their leader Zeng Fan was down. Zhang Qiu kicked Zeng Fan's backside and heard a muffled groan, which finally eased his worries. However, he did not dare to strike again and instead got entangled with the brothers approaching him.
This time, Zhang Qiu aimed for Liu Xiaolong, who was grappling with Yang Yu. Observing their situation, it was clear that Yang Yu was at a disadvantage. As a martial artist himself, Zhang Qiu quickly recognized that Liu Xiaolong was also skilled in combat. His stance was solid; he must have trained his legs well—after all, there’s an old saying: "Southern fists and Northern kicks," and Zhang Qiu himself excelled in leg techniques over punches.
Zhang Qiu maneuvered through the fray until he reached Yang Yu's side and said, "Brother, I'm here." Yang Yu nodded and stepped back to block incoming attacks from all sides.
When enemies meet, there is extra animosity. Seeing Zhang Qiu approach, Liu Xiaolong sought revenge for the earlier blow and immediately launched an aggressive attack against him.
Zhang Qiu quickly dodged a few steps, discarding the iron pipe in his hand and engaging in combat with fists and feet. Liu Xiaolong launched a whip kick, which Zhang Qiu blocked with his left arm, causing a sharp pain to shoot through his wound.
After blocking Liu Xiaolong's kick, Zhang Qiu closed the distance in three quick steps, intertwining with Liu Xiaolong. This close-quarters fighting style was something Zhang Qiu had learned from a senior brother at the martial arts school, specifically designed to counter opponents with strong leg techniques, rendering them ineffective.
It was unclear whether Liu Xiaolong was underestimating his opponent or if he simply lacked skill, but after a few exchanges, he found himself retreating repeatedly under Zhang Qiu's onslaught. Yang Yu, watching from the side as Zhang Qiu dominated Liu Xiaolong, excitedly shouted, "Brother Qiu, well done!"
Hearing the praise, Zhang Qiu smiled slightly and intensified his offensive. He suppressed the pain and feigned a punch with his left hand. As Liu Xiaolong raised his guard, Zhang Qiu swiftly followed up with a right hook that connected with Liu Xiaolong's jaw. The force of the blow nearly sent Liu Xiaolong crashing to the ground.
Within just a few rounds, Liu Xiaolong had retreated to the edge of the ancient city, now with nowhere left to escape. Zhang Qiu looked at Liu Xiaolong expressionlessly and coldly declared, "Today, I will cripple one of your legs."
With that, Zhang Qiu stepped on an iron pipe that someone had discarded on the ground. He slid back and lifted it into his hands. Raising the iron pipe high above his head, he swung down with all his might. Liu Xiaolong instinctively raised his arms to block it. The pipe struck his arms with such force that he let out a pained scream.
Zhang Qiu watched coldly as he brought the pipe down again, this time aiming for Liu Xiaolong's head. Liu Xiaolong extended his arms once more to defend himself and cried out in agony again. Zhang Qiu continued the relentless assault, lifting and striking down repeatedly.
At this moment, the fury in Liu Xiaolong's eyes had been replaced by sheer terror; all he could think about was survival. He crouched down, covering his head tightly with both hands. Zhang Qiu delivered a powerful kick that sent Liu Xiaolong sprawling onto the ground.
No one noticed as someone suddenly produced a spring knife and lunged it toward Zhang Qiu's back.
"Heart!"
A woman's piercing scream cut through the air, causing even those engaged in combat to pause and look over. Zhang Qiu recognized Jiang Xue's voice and thought something had happened to her; he quickly turned around and was instantly drenched in cold sweat.
Right before him stood Liu Xiaofei wielding a spring knife aimed directly at him; there was no time to dodge now. Meanwhile, Jiang Xue was running toward him while shouting loudly. Zhang Qiu decided not to evade; instead, he smiled at Jiang Xue as he braced himself for the moment the blade would pierce his body.
Yang Yu and others quickly realized and ran towards Zhang Qiu, but it was too late. Just moments ago, everyone had been focused on the battle, and even Wang Zhengxiang, who was supposed to protect Jiang Xue, had joined the fight due to a lack of manpower. Apart from Jiang Xue, no one else noticed that Zhang Qiu was exposed to danger. Zhang Qiu had no time to hide; how could those who just reacted in time save him?
Liu Xiaolong, slumped against the city wall, was discovered and revived by Zeng Fan, while many others injured by the Hall Society stared wide-eyed, eagerly awaiting the moment when the blade would pierce flesh. The chaotic scene suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!" The knife plunged in and was pulled out. It went in again and came out... Everyone was stunned.
Zhang Qiu looked at Liu Xiaofei in disbelief, his facial muscles contorting as his mind went blank.
"No!" Zhang Qiu screamed in agony.
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