CHAPTER 405: CHAPTER 229: NO MATTER HOW MANY PEOPLE COME, I’LL TAKE THEM ALL.

"Is this your method?"

With a tone of disdain, the voice was instantly transformed into the simplest Suluo language through the translator.

Walon, wearing an earpiece, had a sullen face, his eyes flickering, as if a vulture was gathering above his motorcade, ready to deliver a thunderous strike.

In the corners on both sides of the road, shadows seemed to be flickering. Han Chao and others slightly frowned, roughly sensing the anomaly of the situation.

"Captain Han?" Someone asked, knowing that the Duowa Sect wouldn’t dare to go too far, but what if they took action here.....

"Trust in Master Chen."

Han Chao shook his head, quickly regaining his composure.

He believed that Master Chen could handle any situation and was confident that Red Country Martial Arts was no weaker than any martial art in the world.

In an instant, the atmosphere changed, and cold footsteps echoed around.

"Yao Wei, how dare you injure my disciple from the Tiger Sect!"

"I must teach you a lesson today!!"

The cold reprimand approached swiftly, and a middle-aged Suluo man wearing brown furry clothes appeared in the cement square, with white bandages wrapped around his wrist.

His hanging palms had exceptionally large knuckles, his cold and fierce face had a protruding forehead, and his eyes were sinister, clearly not an easy person to deal with.

Click, click, click, click, click.

His steps were continuous and heavy, he glanced at the people in the motorcade, and quickly walked towards the young man at the door of the Martial Arts Hall.

Darkness enveloped and much of the light was obscured.

Ignoring the young man’s angry glare, the newcomer clenched his fist suddenly, gathering power, and stepped forward swiftly.

A whistling sound erupted, as he intended to severely injure him right there.

"Senior Brother!"

From the communicator came the restrained angry voice of Zhao Tingxiao, he did not expect these Suluo people to be so unreasonable.

Group attack was one thing, but bullying the young with the strong?

"Hmm."

Chen Feng responded calmly, his eyes sharp as a knife, still sitting steadily in the back seat.

Zhao Tingxiao instantly understood. He leaped out of the lowered car window on the spot, like a Starving Tiger Leaping, leaving behind an afterimage, rushing straight to the cement square.

Boom!!!

A muffled sound exploded, and the young man, who had closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, suddenly found that the pain did not occur.

Opening his eyes, he saw a young man in a blue windbreaker with shaggy hair standing in front of him, deep red swirling around him, as if he could transform into a magnificent Red Tiger at any moment.

"Is this all the dignity you Suluo have?"

Zhao Tingxiao restrained his anger and asked coldly.

Looking around, he turned his single arm into a palm and firmly caught the man known as Tiger’s strike.

"Ha!!!"

However, the other party paid him no mind.

With a cold shout, black lines spread over his body, instantly forming a strange pattern on his face.

His aura surged, and with a punch mark vibration, he forcibly broke free from Zhao Tingxiao’s constraint.

Immediately afterward, the left fist stored at his waist gathered power and dark light, launching like a cannonball with a piercing shriek.

Boom!!

A muffled sound exploded, and strong winds gusted.

The next second.

Roar!!!

Tiger Roar Style, Flame Burst Style!

Deep red power gathered and exploded, the man called Tiger was hit in the chest and abdomen by a punch, bowed like a limp shrimp, and was thrown back.

Traces of blood spilled in mid-air, Lin Hao and the others relaxed their brows a little.

But.

"Good Red Country Martial Arts, truly has some depth."

"Let me test you!"

With a cold shout, yet another figure rushed out from the corner of the cement square.

Whoosh!!

A sharp shriek erupted, a dark light gathered and transformed into a True Intent Black Hawk, four to five meters in size, rushing straight at Zhao Tingxiao.

The air ripped apart, and one’s hair stood on end.

The young man at the door of the Eagle Tiger Martial Arts Hall widened his eyes, completely unprepared for an expert of True Intent Level to appear.

"Don’t be afraid."

However, without a hint of fear.

The elder brother in the blue windbreaker, with shaggy long hair, turned around and smiled at him.

His eyes widened, and as the True Intent Black Hawk rapidly approached, about to arrive in front of him, the young man quickly opened his mouth, trying to warn him to dodge.

But in the next instant.

Swish!!!

A sound like an arrow shooting, a figure flashed from the motorcade in a split second, like an Absolute Shadow Step.

Boom!!!

The True Intent Black Hawk was shattered with a palm, specks of power and dark light scattered everywhere.

With a cold face, the personal disciple of Zhou Wuren stood beside Zhao Tingxiao, speaking in a displeased tone.

"With just this level, you dare challenge our Red Country Martial Arts?"

He asked coldly, feeling a controlled anger inside, aware that this situation was a deliberate targeting.

The newcomer wasted no words, directly erupting with power, black lines spreading over his body, actually a True Intent Peak expert.

The two instantly clashed, causing the ground to tremble and the cement to crack.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Wuren slightly frowned, quickly shifting his gaze towards another silhouette appearing outside the square.

An old man, wrapped in a thin grey hemp garment.

As if a candle in the wind that would die at any moment, yet as he walked over, the surrounding light seemed to darken quite a bit.

"This..."

"Grandmaster?"

Lin Hao was astonished, Chen Feng slightly narrowed his eyes, still sitting calmly in the back seat.

In the back car of the motorcade, Zhou Wuren’s face was solemn, finally opening the car door and stepping out.

"Must we fight before things even begin."

The tone was calm with a hint of coldness, but he too had the same dark light power emerging from his body.

The old man’s steps quickened, and Zhou Wuren also began to walk forward slowly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds....

Until finally, both their steps quickened, and they collided instantly.

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Boom!!

The sound of fists and palms exploded, dark light shone brilliantly.

The cement ground beneath their feet shattered with a roar, cracks spreading like a spider web in all directions.

The Grandmaster battle reappeared, and many Suluo people watched from afar on the street.

Boom!

Another clash of palms, Zhou Wuren slightly frowned, sensing a trace of strangeness from this Suluo Old Master.

An invisible power invaded his palm, seeming to carry some kind of toxin.