Shura remained methodical, even as the opponent's attack speed increased, deftly using his withered arm to block. Every time the spectators' hearts reached their throats, he would easily deflect the danger.

The whole demeanor exuded an air of tranquility, as if not for his disabled legs, he would surely give off a commanding presence of dominance.

Bang—

Suddenly, amidst the flurry of silver flashes, Shura's palm struck Silver Hand's chest.

Psh—

The fabric of his chest instantly burst apart.

Silver Hand threw a punch, which Shura barely blocked with his other arm, causing the wheelchair to roll back, leaving cracks across the floor.

Blood spurted out of his mouth, and Silver Hand's face turned extremely grim.

Just who is this disabled person? Each of his moves is filled with an unimaginable intent to kill, as if he were born for slaughter.

This kind of person surely cannot be a nameless nobody.

"No, disabled legs, hoarse voice, withered arms...there is someone in the Dark International's assassins and mercenaries who matches these traits...Shura!"

Silver Hand's face became even more unsightly.

Shura's reputation surpassed his, and countless secretly called him a terrifying madman.

Others were equally shocked, as the disabled individual appeared to have the upper hand.

"Let's attack together, Haier Brothers. Kill this cripple first," Silver Hand said.

The Haier Brothers paused for a moment; experts have their pride and often prefer single combat, detesting others' interference.

"What are you hesitating for? We're here to complete the hired task," Silver Hand said, his face even gloomier, brazenly speaking.

Because he knew that if this disabled person truly was Shura, considering his long-standing fame in the Dark International and vast combat experience, he would surely lose.

"Three against one? Fine, let's hurry it up; I need to go back and watch 'Go Fighting' tonight,"

Shura spoke calmly, showing no fear.

The faces of the Haier Brothers and Silver Hand turned dark and unpleasant. Damn, this cripple is too arrogant.

Meanwhile, Ouyang Xiaoya and others felt a pang of worry in their hearts again. Three against one, would Hei be in trouble? They couldn't help but worry for him.

"Go, kill him!"

Silver Hand and the Haier Brothers charged at Shura.

Shura propelled himself with his hands in the wheelchair and charged at them.

The Haier Brothers joined forces to attack, surrounding Shura.

Shura sat steadily in the wheelchair, raising his hand each time to neutralize the attacks.

At the same time, he managed to throw several daggers, causing the Haier Brothers to dodge in disarray.

As for Silver Hand, Shura relentlessly suppressed him, with each exchange revealing the terrifying strength erupting from Shura's withered arm.

"Damn it, how is he this strong?" The three became more and more astonished in the fight.

Watching from the sidelines, Yu Haijing deeply frowned.

A disabled person was a variable, making him both surprised and furious.

Seeing his plan potentially disrupted at any moment.

"What are you waiting for? Shoot them and kill those people," Yu Haijing shouted at his bodyguards under his command.

"But President Ouyang..." A bodyguard hesitated and asked.

"Kill! Worst case, we freeze her corpse to play with later," Yu Haijing's expression twisted and sinister.

The bodyguards obediently complied, pulling out their weapons and aiming them at Ouyang Xiaoya, Queen Qi, Long Wuhui, and others.

In the midst of the fierce battle against the three formidable mercenaries, Shura struck the Haier Brothers with a palm, then collided forcefully with Silver Hand. As the wheelchair sped backwards, Shura's hands slammed down, launching himself off the wheelchair.

With both palms, he supported his half-body, advancing swiftly towards the Maybach.

Moving with speed no less than a person running on two legs.

Several bodyguards aimed to shoot him, but Shura evaded them with his ghostly movements.

Arriving at the Maybach, Shura exerted force with one hand, tearing the car door off with a screech.

In a flash, Shura had reached Ouyang Xiaoya's side.

With a sudden exertion of strength, the Maybach's car door was embedded into the concrete ground, forming a shield in front of Ouyang Xiaoya.

Clang clang—

The sound of bullets hitting the car door kept ringing out.

Queen Qi and Long Wuhui held their breath, quickly ducking pathetically on the ground to avoid the bullets.

Shura's eyes narrowed, and with a flick of his wrist, dozens of icy flashes flew out.

Psh—psh—psh

The foreheads of more than ten bodyguards were all pierced through, leaving dark, bloody holes that continuously oozed blood.

"Sister-in-law, hang on, Hei will take them all down,"

Shura softly left this sentence in Ouyang Xiaoya's ear as he passed by.

Then, with another strike of his arms, he rushed back into the fray among the Haier Brothers and Silver Hand, continuing the battle anew.

If viewed from a distance, one would see a man with only half a torso repeatedly clashing with three powerful fighters, each time using the rebound force of the clash to keep his body from touching the ground.

Shura continually switched his focus of attack, single-handedly battling three strong mercenaries, without giving an inch.

"Damn it, I'm going to finish you off,"

The dark-skinned mercenary shouted, grabbing a nearby stone lion, unleashing great strength as he swung it fiercely at Shura's head.

Instead of retreating, Shura advanced, his left hand reaching for the massive stone lion.

"Hmph, even a Supreme Strong would need considerable effort to handle such a large stone lion,"

The dark-skinned mercenary sneered inwardly, thinking Shura was overestimating himself.

Boom—

One arm pierced through the stone lion, emerging on the other side, reaching forward to grab the dark-skinned man's throat.

"You...!" The dark-skinned man's mind was blown.

Crack—

The dark-skinned man, known as Black, one of the Haier Brothers, instantly collapsed.

"Second!" White Ghost's eyes widened in disbelief.

After killing Black, Shura hesitated not the least, using the rebound force to propel himself skyward, and then suddenly accelerated downwards.

Bang—

With a harsh palm strike on the white-skinned man's crown.

The opponent's cranium spread outward from the center in a web of cracks.

A second later, White Ghost's head exploded, lifeless as he fell.

"Damn! Not a Supreme Strong, yet this strong, his combat experience is terrifying. Has this guy honed himself daily on the brink of life and death?"

Silver Hand was frightened, his heart pounding, and he was already thinking of retreating.

"Thinking of leaving?"

Shura's voice sounded from behind his back.

Silver Hand was startled, when did he get behind me?

Pfft—

His back felt as if an excavator had dug into it with a hard shovel, and Silver Hand staggered, spitting blood continuously.

Shura flipped himself back up, his withered arms seemingly possessing endless magic power and formidable destructiveness, raining down on Silver Hand like a violent storm.

In a single breath, at least ten blows landed.

After ten breaths, Silver Hand collapsed on his knees, his face bleeding heavily.

"You...you must be Shur..." Silver Hand's eyes were filled with utter terror and shock.

"You know too much. I'll send you on your way."

Shura expressionlessly delivered the final blow to his forehead.

Crack—

Silver Hand's eyes bulged, his brain shattered internally by the force of the blow.

The battle, concluded!