C17 A Powerful Skill

"Damn, I've practiced it before." The Brother Yao looked at Jiang Wuchen in shock, and immediately pulled out a butterfly knife from his waist, and quickly unleashed a few blade attacks.

The other men all started to take it seriously, one by one, they held onto the weapons in their hands and stared at Jiang Wuchen.

"Don't pose, let's go together. I'm in a hurry." Jiang Wuchen clenched his fists.

"You're courting death!" The corner of Brother Yao's mouth twitched. At times like this, when facing such a ruthless character like Jiang Wuchen, even when knowing that he was no match, he still had to rush forward.

If they were to submit at this moment, they wouldn't be able to lead the team. The Brother Yao was a martial artist, he had worked in the society before and had met many experts who practiced boxing or kung fu.

This kind of person was skilled in kung fu and wasn't someone who could be defeated easily. Furthermore, his attacks were extremely heavy, and two or three people wouldn't be able to get close to him.

However, the Brother Yao was not afraid. The best way to face such a brave man was to use a pack of wolves.

The butterfly knife in Brother Yao's hand was very sharp, but the blade was short. It could not kill with a few pokes, and was the best weapon for street fighting.

Therefore, when Brother Yao saw Jiang Wuchen easily defeat the two men, he knew that today, he had met a tough opponent, the loss was 2000 yuan, but it was fine, he could make Lee Yovdu stutter even more, since he had money.

All sorts of complicated situations flashed through his mind. Additional money and the like would come later. The current situation was one where they had to stab him first.

"Yiya!"

When Brother Yao rushed forward, the rest of the men also rushed forward, raising the weapons in their hands, they shouted towards Jiang Wuchen.

Jiang Wuchen's gaze turned cold and shone with a bright light. His motionless body suddenly shot forward, his movements was as fast as lightning.

"What?" Brother Yao only felt a blur before his eyes and then, Jiang Wuchen had already rushed in front of him.

"Damn …" The Brother Yao cursed as he stabbed towards Jiang Wuchen. Jiang Wuchen was faster than him as he grabbed his wrist and pulled.

Ka-cha.

Brother Yao's hand was immediately dislocated. He screamed miserably, his face contorted in pain as the butterfly knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Jiang Wuchen used his leg to kick the butterfly knife into the air, causing it to fly into his palm.

Shua shua shua.

His movements were extremely quick as he consecutively unleashed over a dozen blade attacks. His proficiency far surpassed that of the Brother Yao, making everyone around him dazzled, following that, he aimed the blade tip straight at the Brother Yao's chest.

Plop, plop, plop.

He had stabbed three times in a row, and blood immediately flowed out of the wounds.

Ah!

Brother Yao shouted as he retreated, his face completely bloodless. Jiang Wuchen had a plan, these three blades only penetrated half an inch into his body, but it was only injuries to his skin and did not pose a threat to his life.

The remaining dozens of men surrounded them together. Jiang Wuchen grabbed each of them and aimed at his chest or lower abdomen with his triplicate.

Above the desolate abandoned construction site, the only sounds that could be heard were the sound of knives stabbing into flesh, and the sounds of people howling.

Three minutes later, the men were lying on the ground, clutching their wounds and crying. Jiang Wuchen threw the butterfly knife that was stained with blood in front of Brother Yao.

Brother Yao was so frightened that his body trembled, and his eyes revealed intense fear.

They were fierce! Brother Yao had seen a lot of them, those experts who were known as scatterers and kings, in the face of a pack of wolves, either chose to escape, or were directly killed.

Now, the person in front of him was the first truly ferocious person to break through his pack of wolf tactics. With a butterfly knife in his hand, he had reached perfection.

Of the dozen or so people, every one of them had been stabbed and lost their ability to fight, but they had all avoided fatal injuries. This was extremely accurate for the structure of the human body, the sharpness of the knife, as well as the size of his strength.

The crucial point was that from the beginning to the end of the battle, there were only three short minutes. Putting aside one minute of harsh words, the actual battle only took two minutes.

Even if one had experienced thousands or even tens of thousands of trials, they might not necessarily be able to reach such a terrifying level.

The most important thing was that the one who had completed this difficult battle was a senior year student!

Brother Yao did not dare to think about it anymore. The pain in his body and the fear in his heart had already made him sweat profusely. For some reason, when he looked at Jiang Wuchen, he actually did not dare look into his eyes.

Those eyes were too terrifying, as if they had come from hell itself.

The only person who was standing at the scene was Lee Yovdu, he was stuttering, he was originally standing at the periphery, and was prepared to watch the scene, this kind of fight, he would not participate.

If he accidentally killed Jiang Wuchen, it would cause trouble for him, and it would be best if he did not take action.

He had originally wanted to make Jiang Wuchen kneel and beg for forgiveness, then walk over, take off his shoes for to lick, and even think about the words that would humiliate him.

Who would have thought that in two minutes, the one who would fall would not be Jiang Wuchen, but the top class helpers of these ten odd Mermaid bars.

Especially Jiang Wuchen's ghostly figure, his lightning fast attacks, clean and nimble movements, and sharp blade techniques, all of them deeply shocked Lee Yovdu.

"Let's just forget about it, okay?" Jiang Wuchen asked in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Ugh …" Lee Yovdu felt his legs go soft and his throat turn dry.

"Don't harass Zhong Zhenzhen anymore, this matter is over." With that said, Jiang Wuchen turned and left with his hands in his pockets.

Waiting until he disappeared into the distance, only then did Lee Yovdu run over to help the Brother Yao up, "Yao … Brother Yao, you … How are you? "

"F * ck, what do you think? Aiyaya, it hurts, I lost more than a dozen of my brothers. F * ck, it's all because of you, we're all charging in, what the f * ck are you doing? Stupid thing, standing there and acting like a model? " Brother Yao said angrily.

"No, no, no, no."

"Don't f * cking speak, when I hear you speak, your elder will …" "How annoying." The Brother Yao huffed and puffed, "10,000 medical fees for each person, a total of 150,000. You can't lose even a single point less, bring it over tomorrow."

"What?" One hundred and fifty thousand yuan? I... I... I don't have that many. "

"Take care of the trouble you've dug up. If you don't have any, go sell your kidneys!"

"..."

Jiang Wuchen walked to the entrance of the residential complex, and watched as Zhong Zhenzhen rode on an electric car and came out aggressively. She was wearing baggy jeans, a baseball bat in the basket, a red hard hat, and black, half-fingered, anti-skid gloves.

Seeing Jiang Wuchen, Zhong Zhenzhen was shocked, "Damn, uncle, are you alright?"

"Yes." Jiang Wuchen sized her up, "Are you planning to go to war?"

"Nonsense!" You're not so weak as to kneel to them, are you? "

Jiang Wuchen shook his head.

"Then how did you escape?"

"In fact, the stuttering heart isn't that bad. I was moved, I was convinced, I reasoned with the truth, I explained that it was wrong to fight. They felt that what I said was very reasonable and regretted it. They decided to change their minds and start anew …"