Chapter 41: Life and Death

  "You're from a martial arts family!"

  Li Mang's words shocked not only the Chen family of four, but also the masked man, who paused for a moment. It was clear that Li Mang had guessed correctly, which made the Chen family's faces extremely ugly. Although they were only engaged, the two families were already considered relatives. Now, the Wu family not only refused to help, but also coveted their treasure and insulted them earlier, such behavior was chilling.

  And Li Meng wanted exactly this opportunity, then took advantage of the opponent's momentary distraction and directly used his body to charge at him with full force - "Bang!"

  The masked man was knocked flying by the giant force, and this time he was seriously injured. What's more deadly is that he floated in mid-air, unable to borrow any strength, allowing Li Mengjin to get close again.

  "Hmph!" Li Meng let out a cold hum, storing up his energy. The next moment, he leapt up like an eagle and landed heavily on the masked man's abdomen with a loud thud.

  Bang!

  The two of them landed at the same time, with the masked man falling from high speed and landing on his back first. This was already a severe impact, and then Li Mang's large foot came crashing down on top of him, which was almost fatal.

  “Hmph……” A large mouthful of stomach acid mixed with blood spray shot out from the masked man's mouth, his limbs were already too weak to struggle, and for a moment, he could hardly stand up. Li Mang's ruthless kick had severely damaged his lungs, and even several ribs were badly broken.

  Li Mang's face was expressionless as he reached out to remove his mask.

  "Be careful!" Chen Zining suddenly shouted in front of her.

  Li Mang was shocked, and instinctively dodged to the side, but it was too late. The next moment he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and the force of the impact sent him crashing into the sofa in front of him.

  Turning back to look, he found that the person who ambushed him was also a masked man. The man was about 1.9 meters tall, a head taller than him. At this time, the other party was still holding a thick and long wooden stick in his hand, which was the murder weapon that injured his arm.

  The sudden appearance of the masked man startled Li Meng, and his first thought was that this person was also from the Wu family! However, he unexpectedly discovered that the first masked man on the ground showed a look of astonishment similar to his own, which was enough to rule out this speculation.

  Is there another group of people eyeing Chen's treasure? Li Mang's thoughts were in a mess.

  "You have two sons!" The masked strong man missed a hit but didn't get discouraged, instead became more interested, and slowly walked over with a thick wooden stick.

  Li Mang's eyebrows were tightly locked, this person's hand back tendons bulged, obviously a high-ranking ancient martial artist, yet at this time using a wooden stick as a weapon, this is not the usual bearing of a martial artist. The opponent was either carefree in nature or hiding his own moves to avoid being recognized.

  Li Mang was even more suspicious of the latter, after all, the other party still had a covered face. Moreover, this person came on stage and directly wanted to get him killed, as if there was some kind of grudge between them...

  "Eight groups!" Li Mang's eyes flashed with a stern expression.

  "Hey, what are you talking nonsense!" The masked man snorted, but Li Meng caught a strong killing intent in his eyes, from which it can be seen that this person is either sent by the eighth group to retrieve the previous scene or to avenge Liu Junchi.

  "Bang!" The wooden stick struck the air and heavily landed on the sofa, the leather sofa couldn't withstand the impact and directly burst open, the force was terrifying.

  With no weapon in hand and inferior strength, Li Mang could only passively dodge repeatedly, his figure extremely disheveled, even having to use a blanket scattered on the ground as a weapon. Although its lethality was limited, no one would be foolish enough to continue being beaten. Taking advantage of the masked strongman's dodging opportunity, Li Mang had more time to escape.

  Taking this opportunity, Li Meng finally found his own weapon, which was the coat rack in the living room. It was a high-end solid wood coat rack, and its head was brutally knocked off by Li Meng. Although it didn't feel very comfortable to use, its power was not to be underestimated, and the masked man's footsteps slowed down slightly at this moment.

  "Clang!"

  Bang!

  The wooden stick is the most primitive weapon, but it has an undeniable power. In comparison, Li Mang's clothes rack is more lethal, but it can't match the masked man's wooden stick in terms of convenience. The opponent's agility is higher. After exchanging blows for over a dozen rounds, not only did Li Mang fail to gain the upper hand, but he was also repeatedly injured, his arms and shoulders throbbing with pain, already swollen and bruised. However, Li Mang could only endure the pain, not daring to be distracted in any way.

  Don't be distracted at this moment, it can be fatal!

  "This is against the rules of the organization!"

  "If you are caught, I suppose you know better than me what the consequences will be. Even your superiors won't be able to protect you!"

  "You leave now, without a shred of evidence, and I'll pretend nothing ever happened!"

  Li Mang knew that saying these things wouldn't make the other person back down, but he could use them to distract him. Yan Huang's discipline was strict; if they found out someone was killing each other outside, Yan Huang would cut off anyone who broke their rules without hesitation.

  Li Meng believed that as long as he was a member of the Yan Huang, the other party would certainly be intimidated by these words, and speaking them from his mouth could exert immense psychological pressure on the other party!

  "It's exactly so that you must die!" The masked strong man thoroughly enraged and vicious, his eyes frequently shot out a strong murderous intent.

  But it was precisely this emotional fluctuation that exposed its fatal weakness, and Li Meng seized the opportunity, striking hard with the wooden stick in his hand!

  "Crack!"

  However, the result left Li Mang stunned. At the critical moment, the masked man directly raised his fist to meet him and actually broke the sturdy wooden stick with one punch.

  "It's indeed the Southern Fist!" Li Meng finally confirmed the other party's origin, absolutely related to Liu Junchi, but unfortunately, he didn't recognize all members of the Eight Groups, and couldn't lock down who this person was for now. However, with this information, it wouldn't be difficult to investigate, combining the opponent's height, a little investigation would reveal his identity.

  His identity exposed, the masked strongman no longer needed to hide and had to kill Li Meng, otherwise there would be endless trouble. He immediately discarded the wooden stick and rushed forward with his bare hands.

  Li Meng used the broken stick in his hand to block a few times, but was soon broken and left with less than three inches, and had to abandon it and counterattack with his bare hands, but unexpectedly took the hit.

  Bang!

  "Cough! Cough!"

  Li Mang was hunched over, clutching his stomach and coughing, his belly aching in waves. Fortunately, he hadn't been hit on the bone, otherwise he would have had to spend at least several months recovering in bed.

  "You're nothing special, yet you pretend to be everywhere, that's called asking for death, do you know?" The masked man slowly approached Li Meng.

  "Are you out of your mind, need to get a surgery! If you guys don't stop being arrogant and provoking me, I'll slap your faces!" Li Meng retorted bluntly while slowly backing away. His head quickly turned around, he knew clearly that if things went on like this and he couldn't find a way out, he would really be asking for death.

  "You're still stubborn even when death is staring you in the face!" The masked man's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his iron fist came flying through the air - "Bam!"

  Fell short, the ceramic tiles on the wall showed large pieces of fragmentation, spider web-like. This person is not even comparable to Liu Junchi's level, if it weren't for the significant improvement in his physical condition due to the honey from Tangting Mountain during this period, Li Mang wouldn't even be an opponent worthy of a single move.

  Li Meng wiped away the bloody sweat on his forehead, at this moment of life and death, he didn't dare to be slow for a single thread, otherwise the price would be death!

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