C4 Clear-strength Martial Artists

Qin Yuan was indeed tall and sturdy, but that didn't mean he was a threat to them. Seven against one, there was no doubt about the outcome.

"I just got home tonight. I didn't want to cause any trouble, but it seems like you guys aren't cooperating!" Qin Yuan shook his head helplessly. As the undisputed number one person in the eight-man team, not to mention seven hooligans, even seventy of them would be useless. The nickname "Ferocious Beast" was not a random name.

"F * ck, you don't want face? What are you waiting for? Go cripple him and don't kill him." The red haired youth's eyes turned cold.

"Brat, you better be careful in the future." The chubby young man clasped his hands together, making bone cracking sounds. Then, he suddenly pounced towards Qin Yuan.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yuan was faster than him. A gust of wind suddenly blew in the quiet street. Qin Yuan moved and grabbed the fat young man's thick neck with one hand. Then, he lifted him up with one hand.

"If it was a day ago, your neck would have been broken." Qin Yuan looked at the fat young man whose face was flushed red and said coldly. Then, he exerted force with his right hand and threw his heavy body against the wall. With a dull sound of impact, he fainted on the spot.

Before he was expelled from the military, Qin Yuan had the power of life and death in his hands. As long as it was not a threat to the national security order, even if he killed someone, there was no need to report it.

Everyone was stunned. The fat man was at least 80 kilograms, but Qin Yuan was able to lift him so easily. How terrifying was his strength?

"Damn, he's a tough guy. Fuck, hurry up!" The red-haired young man was the first to come back to his senses. He quickly ran into the van and took out a stack of watermelon knives.

Soon, the remaining six people each held a watermelon knife that shone with a cold light. However, they looked at Qin Yuan with slight fear in their eyes.

"What are you waiting for? Cut him down!" The red-haired young man roared and took the lead to rush forward.

The other hoodlums gritted their teeth and surrounded him with ferocious expressions.

"You guys sure are brave to use a knife in front of me." Qin Yuan looked at the six hoodlums rushing towards him. The corner of his mouth curled up and he revealed a cruel smile.

Six watermelon knives slashed down at the same time. Instead of retreating, Qin Yuan advanced. His body bent slightly and his right foot suddenly shot forward. At the same time, his hands danced quickly, so fast that only countless afterimages could be seen.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Ah!"

The six hoodlums' bodies flew backwards at the same time, howling in pain. Qin Yuan slowly stood up straight, and six sharp watermelon knives appeared in his hands.

In a flash, Qin Yuan had taken care of six hooligans and even snatched the weapons from their hands. The girl beside him was stunned. She covered her mouth with her hands and let out a shocked sound.

"Your bodies are much weaker than I imagined." Qin Yuan threw all the knives in his hands to the ground, making an ear-piercing sound. He knew that they would have to stay in the hospital for a few months after that kick.

It was not Qin Yuan's fault. He had been fighting with experts all year round, and every punch he threw exceeded the limits of human strength. Now that he was facing ordinary people, he tried his best to control his strength, but he did not expect to break their ribs so easily.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind blew past him. Qin Yuan suddenly turned his head and his eyes turned cold. A figure instantly pounced towards him.

This was a martial artist. He was not someone that the hooligans from before could compare to. Furthermore, he had definitely killed many people before. His killing intent was very strong.

Qin Yuan made a judgment at once, but his body was still standing where he was, motionless.

He had seen countless experts in his six years in the army. There were not many who could make him feel threatened.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The person who came was a bald man. He jumped in front of Qin Yuan, and his hands immediately turned into claws. He quickly waved them in front of Qin Yuan, producing a whistling sound. His claw technique was already able to produce crisp sounds. According to the martial artists, he was a Clear-strength martial artist.

Qin Yuan stood with one hand behind his back. He used his right hand to block and block, blocking all of the incoming attacks. For ordinary people, Clear-strength martial artists might be very powerful, but for Qin Yuan, he could kill him with a flip of his hand.

When the bald man saw that Qin Yuan had easily blocked his attack, he was slightly shocked and immediately took a few steps back.

"Ha!"

Suddenly, the bald man spat out a stream of air from his mouth. Then, a faint wave of air appeared around his body, as if there was an invisible golden bell covering him.

"Golden Bell Shield?"

"It's a pity that I haven't mastered it yet." Qin Yuan smiled faintly. He had once seen a Grandmaster warrior who had cultivated the Golden Bell Shield to the peak. Even he would find it difficult to break through that terrifying defense.

"Humph, you don't know what you're talking about!" The bald man let out a cold snort, and the claw technique that he had been accumulating for a long time was crazily swung out, aiming straight for Qin Yuan's face.

Qin Yuan took a big step forward and still only extended his right hand.

He threw out a punch!

Boom!

The wind was sharp, and the force of the punch soared into the sky!

Crack!

A clear cracking sound could be heard. The bald man let out a muffled groan and spat out a mouthful of blood. He staggered back and looked at Qin Yuan in disbelief.