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Chen Zao lightly tapped Qiao Longsheng's ankle with his toes and immediately realized that he had put a bit too much force into it. Qiao Longsheng's ankle was likely to suffer a comminuted fracture, and it would take at least a year and a half to heal properly.
Even if it healed, there was a high chance that Qiao Longsheng would end up limping in the future, unless he was willing to consume Beast Oil.
After enhancing his human-level physique, Chen Zao was particularly reluctant to fight in the Golden Age, as he needed to be extra careful. Every movement had to be controlled, and when striking others, he had to adopt a "gentle touch" mindset, ensuring that his strikes were exceptionally soft.
Even when he fought Qin Sheng before, he didn't dare to hit hard.
Who could understand the pain of being furious yet having to hold back?
This was worlds apart from the life-and-death struggles he faced in the apocalypse.
In the Golden Age, rather than fighting, it felt more like playing house with a group of weaklings.
The same went for this fight with the group of Martial Artists.
Chen Zao thought the opponent's physique was quite sturdy, but one slip in control led him to shatter Qiao Longsheng's foot. It was truly frustrating.
This would surely offend the production team again.
While Chen Zao wasn't afraid of getting himself into trouble, he was annoyed by how these crews were blackening Gubei Town and causing trouble for Li Zhenian.
That was what troubled him the most.
Moreover, all these Martial Artists came from impoverished backgrounds; they shared a common plight and had no grudges against each other. Why did it have to be like this?
Chen Zao helplessly spat at Qiao Longsheng, "You could have chosen a better day to get yourself into trouble. Why do you have to throw punches without any reason?"
Qiao Longsheng was in so much pain that he was about to go crazy. With red eyes, he roared at the stunned Martial Artists around him, "What are you all standing there for? Kill him! Kill him!!!"
When Qiao Longsheng shouted like this, the Martial Artists from the Min Family Clan finally reacted, fiercely shouting as they rushed towards Chen Zao with fists and wooden sticks.
Rong Zhe's injuries had not yet healed completely, but seeing everyone charge in, the anger inside him was instantly ignited. He picked up the thick wooden stick that Qiao Longsheng had thrown on the ground and angrily charged toward Chen Zao, wanting to beat this twisted pervert to death!
Chen Zao found himself surrounded by attacks from all sides, instantly caught in a chaotic melee.
He sighed while fighting back, dodging and weaving among the furious Martial Artists with such speed that it left them terrified!
No matter from which angle these Martial Artists tried to strike at Chen Zao with their dirty tricks or swinging sticks, they couldn't even touch him.
Two of the Martial Artists desperately lunged at Chen Zao, trying to trap this surprisingly agile beast.
Unfortunately, before they could get close to Chen Zao, he kicked them both in mid-air with two whip-like legs, sending them flipping seven times before crashing to the ground with exaggerated movements that were even more dramatic than usual fight scenes.
Chen Zao was like a bolt of lightning that had intruded into the midst of the Martial Artists. In the gaps between fists and legs, whoever he locked his tiger-like gaze on would receive a fatal blow. Some were hit in the ribs, some kicked in the face, and others suffered worse as Chen Zao struck their stomachs. No matter who got hit by Chen Zao, they would immediately lose their fighting ability, collapsing on the ground in pain and groaning as if struck by lightning.
All of Chen Zao's attacks were controlled; he only pursued speed.
It was truly like a whirlwind of rapid strikes!
In less than one second, he had taken down more than ten Martial Artists.
The leader, Qiao Longsheng, squatted on the ground cursing loudly and inexplicably shouted "I have a clear conscience," which infuriated Chen Zao. He left a large shoe print on Qiao Longsheng's lewd face with the sole of his flip-flop.
Qiao Longsheng's head was almost crushed by Chen Zao, and he finally dared not act with a guilty conscience anymore.
In the end, only two people were left, and Chen Zao did not strike.
One was Luo Chengbao, who was so scared that he didn't dare to move, and the other was the shameless Rong Zhe, who was still recklessly provoking Chen Zao.
Rong Zhe was tall and strong, with a pale face, but his temper was very similar to Chen Zao's—once provoked, he would explode and wouldn't easily back down.
Chen Zao originally didn't want to have anything to do with Rong Zhe or Rong Liya, but seeing this guy chasing after him to fight was truly annoying!
After dodging a stick swung at his head by Rong Zhe, Chen Zao straightened up and angrily shouted at him, "You bastard! Are you still hitting me? Do you want to die?"
"I'm going all out with you today!"
Rong Zhe recklessly continued swinging the stick at Chen Zao's head, each strike aimed to kill!
If these wild swings hit an ordinary person's head, it would be a miracle if they didn't get seriously injured!
Chen Zao was genuinely furious!
He threw the Roujiamo he had been holding in his right hand onto the ground, revealing his strong physique as he struck down Rong Zhe's swinging stick with one hand.
With a fierce glare, he delivered a punishing slap across Rong Zhe's face—his strength was slightly heavier than intended—
"Smack!!!"
The moment Rong Zhe was struck by Chen Zao's lightning-fast hand, it felt as if a car had hit him.
He had never encountered such a powerful slap!
His head tilted, and he nearly twisted his neck!
Half of his teeth were violently shattered by Chen Zao's palm!
His mouth was cut with seven or eight bloody gashes from the broken teeth, and his face was almost sliced through!
With every breath, his mouth was filled with the taste of blood! The pain on his face was overwhelming!
"Smack."
The wooden stick fell from his grasp and hit the ground.
Rong Zhe knelt down, spitting blood, his head buzzing, and stars spinning in front of his eyes; he felt like he was about to pass out.
Chen Zao stood in front of Rong Zhe, brandishing a knife and shouted at him: "Are you still not done? Didn't your sister tell you that I saved her last night?"
Rong Zhe shook his head, trying to clear his mind.
Suddenly lifting his head, eyes burning with intense hatred, he opened his numb mouth and angrily spat at Chen Zao: "You saved her? You harmed her! I will kill you!"
Kneeling, he lunged forward, desperately trying to tackle Chen Zao.
Chen Zao felt as if he had been stuck with a pile of disgusting mucus, utterly revolted, and spat out, "Damn it!"
He kicked Rong Zhe in the side of the chest, sending him flying into a pile of Martial Artists like a kicked dog, leaving him to groan in pain along with the others.
The few actresses on the hillside were left dumbfounded. From Chen Zao's arrival to the end of the fight, it had only taken half a minute, yet it created an unforgettable void in their hearts.
Originally lively and vigorous, the group of Martial Artists, except for Luo Chengbao, had all been knocked down by Chen Zao, with no one able to get back up!
The scene was more dramatic than any film they had ever seen!
Who was this person selling Roujiamo?!
His skills were a hundred times more impressive than the strongest Martial Artists they had encountered!
Even if Min Jianlong, the Leader of the Min Family Clan, showed up, he would not stand a chance against him!
Perhaps even ten Min Jianlongs would be no match for him!
The actresses were so frightened by Chen Zao that they stared wide-eyed, genuinely afraid he might turn his attention toward them and cause trouble.
The boldest young girl who had just mocked Chen Zao was now nearly scared to tears; she wanted to run but couldn't muster the strength, her legs trembling so much she could barely stand.
Luo Chengbao, who had been spared from Chen Zao's wrath, was equally terrified.
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