Second update, daughter is too restless, typing at a snail's pace~~

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"Damn, he's way too cocky..."

"I can't take this anymore, I'll handle this one..."

Qin Fang and Qin Shouxiong spoke as if no one else was around, and many people overheard them, immediately feeling as if they had been harshly slapped across the face several times, their expressions as ugly as could be.

These hoodlums were always the ones doing the beating, and now outnumbering their adversaries, yet they were utterly ignored by the two men. The loss of face was unbearable, and many of them roared in fury, wielding whatever was in their hands and splitting into two groups to charge at Qin Fang and Qin Shouxiong.

"Bring it on!"

Qin Fang's face still bore a calm smile, as if he didn't even see the clubs and sticks coming his way. Leaning slightly forward, he pushed off the ground and immediately took the offensive against the dozens of opponents.

Almost simultaneously as he took action, Qin Fang switched his title to "One Against Hundred", a move specifically for taking on groups, thinking if not now, then when...

As for Qin Shouxiong, he didn't launch an aggressive attack like Qin Fang did. He activated the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training Golden Bell Cover, causing a faint golden glow to appear on his skin. However, since Dragon Country People are naturally yellow-skinned, the glow on his body wasn't very clear, and only Qin Fang could see it well.

The hoodlums, obviously, could not see any change, and by that time, they had already rushed up to Qin Shouxiong, their weapons raining down mercilessly onto his body—chest, back, head, arms, thighs... no part was spared.

Typically, the sound of a club hitting a body is a dull thud, and only when bones break does one hear a snapping sound.

But when those clubs hit Qin Shouxiong, the noise was distinctly different, ringing out with a 'clang clang clang', as if they weren't hitting flesh but rather striking some metal object, the sound exceedingly crisp.

At that moment, many people were dumbfounded.

They had guessed beforehand that Qin Shouxiong must be tough, or else he wouldn't be so dismissive of them all, but it was only when the fight started, that they truly understood just how formidable this guy was...exceedingly so.

"Motherfucker, what the hell is his skin made of?"

"Holy shit, is this the legendary Golden Bell Shield Iron Shirt?"

"I've seen Golden Bell Shield Iron Shirt before, but it's never been this powerful… Damn, he must be wearing steel plates or something!"

"Fuck, can you even put steel plates on your head? My two sticks just hit him square in the face, but there's not even a damn mark..."

These hoodlums were truly terrified; they'd beaten up plenty of people, but they'd never been left dumbstruck by those they were trying to beat.

"Holy fuck, he's that strong!"

Wang Hu was also scared out of his wits. He had practiced martial arts himself, learned a bit of Golden Bell Shield Iron Shirt as well, which made him a bit tougher than the average person. He could take a few hits with no problem, but after more than a hundred whacks, anyone else would be disabled.

But this guy, he was obviously way tougher than the Golden Bell Shield Iron Shirt. Those steel pipes and baseball bats seemed like nothing more than annoyances to Qin Shouxiong, not leaving as much as a welt, and his expression never once changed.

Of course, Qin Shouxiong was not without his own means to attack. His hands turned into eagle claws; every hoodlum who got close had their arm, shoulder, or elbow joint snatched up, and then, with a sudden exertion of strength and a snap, one could then hear those hoodlums screaming in pain as they clutched their arms and retreated.

"Fuck this, I refuse to believe you're literally bulletproof... Old Li, bring out the blades!"

However, Wang Hu refused to believe in such invulnerability. If clubs wouldn't do, then they'd resort to knives. He signaled to a few of his underlings, who stealthily approached Qin Shouxiong, wielding short daggers and machetes.

He had his own Small Knife Team, ready for situations like this, where they could really prove their worth. They were considered the elite among his men.

This squad was filled with knife experts, each of them exceptionally skilled. Brother Hu placed great trust in them, always keeping them in reserve even when charging forward.

But Qin Shouxiong's Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training Golden Bell Cover was simply too formidable, almost reaching the Peak Level 5 of Grandmaster Level. It was virtually impenetrable to blades and guns, to the point that even ordinary clubs and sticks could hardly leave any marks on him. Brother Hu had no choice but to deploy his elite Small Knife Team.

So, with the protection of dozens of people, around ten or so individuals gradually approached Qin Shouxiong, each holding a dagger that glinted with a chill, ominous light.

"Fuck, what's going on..."

Brother Hu's attention was primarily on Qin Shouxiong, considering him as a much greater threat. As long as he could take Qin Shouxiong down, it would mean success. He didn't pay much attention to what was happening on Qin Fang's side.

However, the situation at Qin Shouxiong's side didn't seem to unfold as quickly as he had expected. There was no significant change, and one after another of his underlings fell. Under the might of Qin Shouxiong's Great Strength Eagle Claw Technique, few could get close to him.

As for those wielding knives, they were even unluckier. Although Qin Shouxiong had been reminded by Qin Fang to avoid lethal blows, at their level of strength, each move was measured. The Great Strength Eagle Claw would snatch the knives away before they even got close, then counter with a stab.

Blood splattered as the dagger pierced through the palm of a would-be attacker. Although it avoided major meridians, the sheer pain from the stab through the palm was enough to break anyone's spirit.

These gangsters were not members of the former underground resistance and couldn't withstand such intense pain. They ended up incapacitated on the spot, covering their bloody palms and letting out unbearably agonizing screams, even more miserable than those who had just had their shoulders and arms dislocated...

The Small Knife Team consisted of just over ten people. In the brief span of a minute, under Qin Shouxiong's swift action, a dozen knives had pierced a dozen palms. Each strike was precise without any deviation, and the difference in timing was shockingly minimal.

In just a short while, at least thirty or forty people were done for by Qin Shouxiong. If it weren't for Brother Hu commanding from behind, those gang members with dislocated arms would have fled long ago.

"Brother Hu, we can't hold on, this guy is too fierce, the brothers can't withstand it..."

Seeing this, nobody was a fool. Someone immediately sought out Brother Hu. They simply couldn't bear the ferocious attacks of Qin Shouxiong, and their own attacks couldn't even scratch Qin Shouxiong.

"Even if you can't hold on, you must! If it's not working, pull people from the other side... Fuck, what's happening?"

Brother Hu's face instantly turned a bruised shade of purple. In truth, seeing Qin Shouxiong's ferocity, he himself was somewhat intimidated, but too proud to flee, he had no choice but to hold his ground stubbornly.

He had planned to redeploy people from assaulting Qin Fang's side, but with one glance over, he felt like fainting. There was Qin Fang, looking utterly relaxed, he even managed to find a cigarette from somewhere and started smoking nonchalantly. The sight was incredibly eerie.

"Um... Brother Hu, I just rolled over from that side, it's too fierce, there are heavy casualties among the brothers..."

And this thug who had run over to suggest a retreat didn't even know about Qin Shouxiong's rampage; he simply couldn't stand it any longer. Even as he spoke, he covered his chest. If it weren't for the cold weather, he would have wanted to lift up his clothes and show Brother Hu the blue fist mark on his chest.

Compared to Qin Shouxiong's methodical termination—one claw, one punch, one stab—at a fairly rapid pace, it seemed rather inadequate when compared to Qin Fang's approach.

Each of Qin Fang's strikes was met with an onslaught of fists and clubs like steel pipes, but none of these weapons touched him. Those who wielded them felt a punch to the chest before they knew it.

The punches were neither too light nor too heavy, certain to stagger them, disrupting their attacks.

This was clearly Qin Fang showing restraint, moderating his punches to be as light as possible. But although it was only one punch from Qin Fang, at least five or six people facing him felt it land on them simultaneously.

One punch was like five or six, making Qin Fang's efficiency multiple times that of Qin Shouxiong's. Although not as forceful, the speed was at least twice as fast.

When Qin Shouxiong had taken down thirty or forty men, Qin Fang had already floored about sixty people who had encircled him. Lying on the ground, holding themselves, they emitted faint moans.

Why were the sounds so soft?

Because Qin Fang's successive strikes piled up, with each one being limited, but when combined, the damage was horrifying, directly incapacitating these thugs so they couldn't get up!

The scene was utterly chaotic, and nobody bothered with the details. They assumed Qin Fang was just incredibly quick, not giving them any time to react before landing the punches—over and over, punch after punch. Qin Fang's punching speed was so swift that they had no chance to respond, and then they just went down...

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