Chapter 1415 - 1416: Winning Is Enough
There's no need to say it, the Rogue Brigade Changfeng Squad has infiltrated these lion dancers and dragon lantern performers.
For members of the Changfeng Squad, this kind of lively occasion is the perfect setting for them to strike in the shadows and use underhanded tactics.
They blended into the crowd, forming groups of three to five, and in an instant, brought down more than a dozen Storm Style disciples with sinister moves.
Bantian Dongchuan, just like Matsushita Chiri, entered the crowd and was soon dizzy from the swirling, rapidly moving mass of people.
Bantian Dongchuan faintly felt something wasn't right, yet didn't know what to do.
Fights among martial artists were common; however, targeting ordinary citizens would cross the tolerance line of the Luoshanji Police Station.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Bantian Dongchuan saw a Storm Style disciple collapse helplessly backward.
Two sneaky fellows knocked the disciple down, then turned and melted into the chaotic crowd.
Bantian Dongchuan felt a chill run down his spine, realizing for the first time that these lion and dragon dancers came with ill intentions.
His whole body surged with Essence Qi as he charged forward, the crowd parting like waves before him.
Holding the unconscious disciple, Bantian Dongchuan felt both startled and furious.
Just then, he was surrounded on all sides by four individuals.
These four looked fierce, their whole bodies radiating with Essence Qi, clearly indicating that they were Martial Arts Masters.
Furthermore, there was an aura of iron-blooded survival around them, quite different from ordinary martial arts masters.
Bantian Dongchuan, far from being intimidated, instead laughed coldly.
"Ants, finally showing your tails, think none of you will leave."
He mobilized his entire body's Essence Qi, with Essence Qi rising from his head like wolf smoke piercing the sky, and Gang Qi in his palms swirling the air into vortices, a truly imposing sight.
The four masters stared coldly at Bantian Dongchuan, without saying a word or making a move; it was as if the world contained only him.
At this moment, the Storm Style disciple in Bantian Dongchuan's arms groaned and slowly regained consciousness.
Bantian Dongchuan grunted, comforting the disciple, "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here."
"Heh, no need for that!"
Suddenly, the disciple in his arms revealed a strange smile.
Then, with a bang, he struck Bantian Dongchuan's chest with his palm.
Bantian Dongchuan felt as if Dark Force penetrated into his internal organs, instantly spitting out a mouthful of blood with a puff.
The strike was immensely powerful, causing Bantian Dongchuan excruciating pain, his vision spinning and growing dark.
The disciple had already slipped away like lightning, standing at a distance and giving Bantian Dongchuan a malicious grin.
"You really are a good master, just unfortunately a bit too naive."
A conspiracy!
This was an incredibly insidious plot!
Bantian Dongchuan's eyes widened in anger as he gathered the Essence Qi in his body to charge at the traitor.
The fellow gave a cold chuckle, hands behind his back, speaking casually.
"For someone who's been dosed with G213 gene anesthetic to hold on this long, even that alone makes Bantian Dongchuan quite notable."
Bantian Dongchuan was startled, looking down to find a small air-compression auto-injector embedded in his chest at some point.
The white agent in the injector had already been injected into his muscles.
Soon, he felt his entire body go numb, his skin seemingly turning to stone, without any feeling, and his brain felt increasingly heavy.
That detestable, smiling face seemed to split, turning into a multitude of mocking faces.
Yet, even so, Bantian Dongchuan relied on sheer grit to push on, charging towards the person.
He reached out, trying to attack, yet it felt as if the figure was miles away.
The man sneered coldly, taking Bantian Dongchuan's wrist, and with a click, dislocated his elbow and wrist joints.
Then, there were a few more clicks as Yang Fei disassembled Bantian Dongchuan's right hand and both legs at the joints.
Throughout the process, the other four remained around Bantian Dongchuan, never striking.
Bantian Dongchuan fell to the ground like an emptied sack of rice.
The five exchanged glances with each other, then turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Lio Sheng Hongyi and others watched the surveillance footage of the thunderous lion dance in stunned silence.
Everyone hoped that this unexpected troupe, like Cheng Yaojin entering the fray, would leave quickly.
Yet this troupe remained energetic, their lion dance and dragon lantern display growing more vigorous instead of leaving.
Just when Lio Sheng Hongyi and others entirely lost their patience, they suddenly heard a whistle.
The flow of lion dancers moved quickly and orderly, as if following some command, and departed.
When this lion dance crowd had left, Lio Sheng Hongyi suddenly noticed.
The ground was littered with people, and they were all Storm Style karate disciples.
These karate disciples were heavily injured; some had dislocated joints and lay motionless on the ground.
Others were knocked out, unconscious on the ground.
Among them, the most prominent one was Bantian Dongchuan, lying in the center of the street.
His limbs lay limp and motionless, his entire body hunched like an old dog with broken bones.
Everyone gasped, realizing that the lion dance troupe had a sinister nature.
Lio Sheng Hongyi eyed the receding lion dance troupe with a fierce expression, speaking with hatred.
"I'm sure this lion dance troupe has at least ten masters above Gan Strength Super God hidden within."
"Otherwise, Bantian Dongchuan wouldn't have fallen without even making a move."
Upon hearing this, everyone felt a sharp pang as if their teeth hurt, simultaneously inhaling sharply.
Masters of Gangjin are significant figures in any sect.
Even within the East Asia Martial Arts Alliance, there are but a few Gan Strength Super God masters.
According to Lio Sheng Hongyi, there were a full ten hidden gang strength masters just now in the crowd.
What an alarming force this is?
In front of the Longwei Martial Arts Gym, Long Hai was stunned for a full thirty seconds before he realized.
This supposedly powerful Storm Style disciples group, including the Dojo Master, hadn't even had a chance to fight with the Longwei Martial Arts Gym's disciples, and they already fell?
Though Long Hai was shocked, he didn't pass up such a good opportunity.
He waved his hand and over twenty Longwei Martial Arts Gym disciples rushed up.
They tied up the defeated Storm Style disciples, including the Great Grandmaster Bantian Dongchuan.
Yang Fei, merry and lively, fiddled with the camera while shouting.
"Catch this bunch, per the usual rules, tie them up in a queen~style, and hang them up for me."
The crowd cheered, each grabbing a nylon rope, rushing in with grins, and chatting lively.
"Alright, let's follow the elder's order; we've won without shedding a drop of blood."
"What's going on? I still don't understand."
"I don't get it either, but as long as we win, who cares, damn~ it."
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