Volume 3: Underground Emperor Chapter 9: Fighting
There were four people with good stamina who were running in the front. They stopped five meters away from Xie Wendong and panted and said, "Fuck you, you forget so quickly. You injured Brother Wu and two brothers in the New Youth. You can't forget it, right?!"
It turned out to be the Soul Collecting Gang! Xie Wendong cursed inwardly, took two steps forward, and said with a smile: "So you are here because of such a small matter, I thought..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly rushed forward and instantly came in front of the person who had just spoken.
The man only saw a black shadow flash before his eyes, then felt someone grab his wrist, his neck went numb, and then he knew nothing.
Xie Wendong quickly snatched the knife from the man's hand and knocked him out with a wave of his hand. He did it in one go. It was not until the man fell to the ground that the people around him reacted and swung their knives at Xie Wendong.
Xie Wendong laughed and raised his knife to meet the attack. "Ding! Ding! Ding!" Xie Wendong held the knife with both hands to block the three knives that were coming at him. The force made him retreat several steps, and he knew that the opponent was going to kill him, and the blood in his body began to boil rapidly.
While they were still some distance apart, he quickly pulled out his shirt from his suit, tore off a strip, and tied it under his nose to cover his mouth (Wen Donghui had used this method in the first volume). Xie Wendong's eyes turned cold, and without giving the other group a chance to come up, he rushed towards the three men.
Seeing him rushing over, one of the men raised his knife and chopped at him. Xie Wendong used the blade of his knife to block it diagonally, and slightly exerted force to push it outward, causing the opponent's force to deflect outward. Then he continued to move forward, approached the man, and slashed across his chest with his knife. Blood splashed on Xie Wendong's face, but there was no time to see if he would live or die, as two other knives chopped at him from the left and right.
Xie Wendong quickly lowered his body, slipped under the armpit of the man in the middle, pushed him towards the man on the left, and rushed towards the man on the right, stabbing the man's neck with the blade. "Ouch!" The man screamed in fear, and instinctively tilted his neck to avoid the knife. Seeing that the knife missed, Xie Wendong immediately exerted force with his hand and swept it horizontally. "Pah!" The entire two-and-a-half-inch wide blade slammed hard into the man's face. Although it was not a blade, it still made the man's eyes flash with stars, his mind was in a mess, and he retreated several steps and fell to the ground.
Xie Wendong stopped chasing and turned back to deal with the man on the left. The man was rushing towards Xie Wendong, but was hit by his accomplice who pushed him over. He yelled in anger and just pushed away his companion with blood on his chest, but saw a pair of blood-red eyes only a foot away from him. The man was so scared that he froze for a moment.
Although it was only a moment, it was enough for Xie Wendong. He raised the corner of his mouth and stabbed the man in the lower abdomen. The man looked down stupidly, half of the blade was in his lower abdomen, there was no blood, no pain, just a little numbness.
The knife had no blood groove. Xie Wendong tried to pull it out in vain. He approached the man, looked into his empty eyes and said, "It seems that you still like this knife very much!" As he said that, he grasped the handle of the knife with both hands and pulled it back with force, and kicked the man hard with his foot.
A stream of boiling blood sprayed on Xie Wendong's face and body, and the white cloth on his mouth turned blood red. The man covered his lower abdomen and fell to the ground.
Everything happened so fast that when the people behind caught up, the four accomplices all fell to the ground. A 27-year-old man stopped three meters away from Xie Wendong and gritted his teeth and said, "Xie Wendong, don't think about leaving alive today!"
Even though Xie Wendong easily knocked down four people just now, he was the only one who knew the danger involved, and his head and back were covered in sweat.
There were still more than twenty people on the other side, slowly approaching Xie Wendong, intending to surround him.
How could Xie Wendong not understand that if he really let them surround him, there would be only one outcome. Xie Wendong shouted, "How did you know my name? Who told you?" He said as he stepped back.
"Hey, there's no need for you to know!" The big man sneered with a fierce look in his eyes and shouted to the others, "Go ahead, kill him and avenge Brother Wu!"
After hearing this, more than 20 people rushed forward, holding up knives and sticks. Xie Wendong secretly groaned in his heart, thinking that he was not a god, how could he beat so many people! But he was not a person who would give up easily, as long as there was a glimmer of hope.
Xie Wendong brandished the knife in his hand, fighting and retreating at the same time, not giving the opponent a chance to tie him up.
Xie Wendong combined the skills he learned and experienced in fighting with the concepts of Tai Chi to the extreme. His body was like a loach, quickly dodging the opponent's attacks. He was also like a leopard in the dark, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the opponent at the slightest gap. Regardless of whether he hit the opponent or not, he would retreat after one blow and not engage in a tangle with the opponent.
In this way, the two sides fought back and forth for nearly 500 meters. Several people who were hit by Xie Wendong were lying on the ground, groaning from time to time. The leader was so angry that he howled. He had dozens of people but couldn't beat a single person. Instead, the other side knocked down eight or nine people. How could he explain this to the gang? The big man howled: "Fuck, haven't you guys eaten yet? There's only one person on the other side, and you can't knock him down? Everyone, work harder and beat him. I'll chop anyone who doesn't try his best!"
When these people heard the big man's shout, they gritted their teeth and intensified their attacks.
Xie Wendong felt the pressure doubled, and his physical strength was used to the limit. The wrist holding the knife had been numb by the opponent's attack, and he had no feeling at all, just mechanically holding the knife handle. His will gradually became a little blurred. At this time, Xie Wendong wanted to laugh. The hero of his side had ended up like this. He didn't know what Sanyan, Li Shuang and others would say.
Just when the big man thought Xie Wendong was about to die, a police siren sounded in the distance. Both sides heard it clearly, but they had different feelings. Xie Wendong was ecstatic. It was the first time he missed this kind of sound so much. The people of the Soul Collecting Gang were just the opposite. How could they be willing to see their great success being ruined? The big man who led the group was even more anxious and shouted, "Fuck it! The police are coming soon. Even if we are caught, we will kill Xie Wendong first. Someone from the gang will rescue us! Try harder!"
But Xie Wendong's fighting spirit was rekindled, he laughed and said wildly: "Come on!"
This time, Xie Wendong did not run away. He did not know where the strength in his body came from and supported him, and he engaged in a melee with the other party. From time to time, the battle group could hear the sound of iron colliding, shouts of killing, and howls of pain.
When the fierce fighting was going on, dozens of police cars pulled up to the roadside and dozens of police officers ran out. A middle-aged man with two bars and three beans on his shoulders shouted with a loud speaker: "Everyone stop, we are the police, put down your weapons!"
The Soul Collectors had seen the police coming and when they saw them running towards them, a few of the timid ones scattered and the others stopped. The police saw that the gangsters still had weapons in their hands, so they pulled out their guns and shouted, "Put down your weapons and raise your hands above your heads!"
The hooligans were pointed at with guns, so they quickly threw away their weapons and raised their hands high. The police rushed over, regardless of anything else, and pressed these people to the ground first, and beat those who dared to resist with batons.
Several policemen saw that there was still a man standing there covered in blood, with the knife in his hand turning red, and they hurriedly pointed their guns at him: "Drop your weapon!" The man was Xie Wendong who had been fighting hard for a long time.
When Xie Wendong heard the policeman's shouting, he wanted to throw away the knife in his hand, but his fingers were numb and out of his control. He had to hold the knife and raise his hand, saying with a wry smile: "Brother policeman, I can't control my hands!" As he said that, Xie Wendong slowly turned around and faced the policeman with his back.
The police looked at each other, shook their heads, put away their guns and pinned Xie Wendong to the ground. They wanted to take the knife out of his hand, but Xie Wendong held it too tightly and they couldn't move his fingers away after a long effort.
At this time, a female police officer came over, looked at Xie Wendong on the ground, then looked at the hand holding the knife, and then said to the policemen: "Forget it, if you move him hard, you will break his fingers. It's just temporary numbness, and it will be fine after the blood recovers in a while."
"Xiao Peng, how can we do this? What if he commits a crime with a knife? Look at these people, he's the only one with the most blood on him..." a policeman said dissatisfiedly.
The female police officer smiled and said, "It's okay to put on the handcuffs." Then she squatted down and tore off the red cloth (the white cloth was blood-red) on Xie Wendong's mouth. Seeing Xie Wendong's face was white and red, she couldn't help laughing.
Xie Wendong was pinned to the ground, his consciousness drained away bit by bit by his tired body. When the policewoman squatted down, he could vaguely see her face. She was very beautiful, a kind of heroic beauty blended with the temperament of a modern woman, which made Xie Wendong feel his heart beating. Before he lost consciousness, Xie Wendong's eyes slowly drooped, a smile hung on the corners of his mouth, and he muttered to himself: "White!" After that, he fainted.
The voice was not loud, but the policewoman happened to hear it clearly. Her face turned red, and she stood up hurriedly. She pulled her skirt down awkwardly with her hands and glared at Xie Wendong. At this time, the latter was unconscious, but there was a smile on his lips.
The policewoman blushed, stamped her feet, pointed at Xie Wendong and said to the policeman next to her: "Send him to the hospital!"
After saying that, she walked away quickly. Several policemen did not hear what Xie Wendong said, and they did not know what was going on. They looked at her angry back with confusion in their eyes, and thought to themselves, what happened to this rare policewoman in the police force today? She seemed to be weird! They could not figure it out, so they shook their heads, carried Xie Wendong into the car and sent him to the hospital. Of course, the latter was still holding the blood-red knife in his hand.
(Off topic: I think if you have read the previous chapters, you should know that Wen Dong has the habit of covering his mouth with cloth many times during fights. That is not to conceal his identity, but for another purpose. I forgot to explain it before.
I don't remember the origin of this habit because it has been so long. It should have been popular in ancient times when cold weapons were used for warfare. When two armies faced each other, the soldiers would fight as hard as they could, shouting loudly every time they swung their swords, trying their best. When the weapons in their hands tore open the opponent's body, blood would inevitably spray onto their faces, and even open their mouths to shout. This is not only unhygienic, but also because when people shout loudly, liquid suddenly enters their mouths, causing choking and extremely uncomfortable, and in severe cases, death. Third, there will be a feeling of nausea.
Covering the mouth with a cloth can prevent these things from happening. In addition, there should be a relationship with religious beliefs, but I won’t mention it here. The protagonist in the book has never believed in any religion!
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