The sword hidden away for so many springs and autumns seems finally ready to be unsheathed today, eager to drink the blood of its enemies.

At this moment, Long Wuhui's heart is faintly filled with excitement. His blood roars wildly through his body. After so many years, it can finally be unsheathed!

His palm strikes out, and just as the opponent is about to grab at his forehead, he suddenly counters, causing a snapping sound of bone and joint collision.

The skinny man's face, once full of disdain, now turns solemn. He retreats several steps, takes a deep breath, and steadies the turmoil within his blood.

Confidence in his voice turns to doubt, mixed with a slight surprise. His gaze towards Long Wuhui now lacks contempt and is filled with cautiousness.

"Old Limp Man, you're a Super First-class Middle-tier Expert!"

He asks in surprise.

Queen Qi is also stunned. Just now, the speed, strength, and precision of Long Wuhui's move seemed even stronger than hers.

She hadn't expected the unremarkable-looking instructor to possess such a level of skill.

Ruoshuang's eyes also widen. Long Wuhui's simple technique seemed to carry a decisive ruthlessness, like a wild dragon that had just stepped off a battlefield littered with corpses. If it weren't for his lame appearance and instead he had a handsome face, he would undoubtedly be overwhelming to women of all ages.

"Heh, I'm just an Old Limp Man, looking to gift a head."

Long Wuhui struggles to lift his limping leg, continuing to walk towards the skinny man.

But the skinny man doesn't dare to underestimate him anymore, even though at this moment, he seems to have reverted to a harmless disabled state.

Suddenly, Gang Qi surges beneath his feet, making the empty pant leg whistle. Long Wuhui's strongest technique lies in his legs!

An Old Limp Man, yet his proudest skill is his footwork, which could also be seen as a form of defiance and mockery towards fate.

The skinny man's pupils shrink; this is a rival on par with himself.

With a thunderous crash, Long Wuhui's foot shatters the ground beneath him, enveloping the space ahead like a plunging flood dragon, charging towards the skinny man.

"Bring it on!"

The skinny man's hands meet the attack head-on, and it turns out to be a simplified version of the Heavenly Dragon Cutting Veins First Move: Great Mighty Dragon Style.

Crack—

"What powerful leg skills!"

Long Wuhui's expression remains unchanged, as his hollow pant leg morphs into a vicious whip kick, harshly lashing at the skinny man.

The sound of slaps echoes continuously, the sleeves of the skinny man suddenly burst, exposing arms that feel searingly painful.

"An Old Limp Man, to be this strong."

The skinny man inhales sharply, stumbling backward dozens of steps before stopping. His gaze towards Long Wuhui now holds seriousness and deep wariness.

"Continue, I haven't made a move in many years, just then was a little warm-up."

Long Wuhui remains composed, still limping, but now, no one dares to underestimate this Old Limp Man.

"Old Limp Man, I acknowledge that you're strong, but it's best not to get involved in this matter. You can't handle the consequences."

The skinny man decides to try persuading Long Wuhui.

"Bullshit, you motherfuckers are going after my soldiers, if I don't destroy you what am I waiting for!"

"It's because he offended someone important. You'd best not ask for trouble. If the higher-ups get angry, any super high-level Expert could crush you."

"Is that so? I'll crush you first then talk."

Long Wuhui makes another move, unleashing his foot, his leg technique fierce and merciless.

"Don't force me!"

The skinny man gets angry, with a dead end behind him, he has nowhere to retreat.

"How is that my problem!"

Lin Hai's voice was ice cold. Every brother of Dragon Tooth was passionate and blood-heated, but once on the battlefield, they became cold, rational fighting machines. With the burning blood in their hearts as the engine, they fought relentlessly, without end!

The skinny man resisted desperately with both hands, his finger joints trembling, as if they would shatter at any moment.

He felt Lin Hai's intent to kill, and fear began to grow in his heart.

After over a hundred moves of frantic defense, the skinny man felt as if his arms had been run over by an excavator, his bones nearly crushed to dust.

Sweat the size of beans continuously streamed down his temples, his lips pale and bloodless, his breathing erratic and disorderly, clearly having suffered severe internal injuries from the previous barrage of strikes.

"I'm with the Yanhuang Soul!" The skinny man felt his life hanging by a thread and dared not continue to pretend and hide.

He could only reveal his identity, hoping it would make Lin Hai stop.

"Yanhuang Soul? What the hell is that? Trying to scare me?"

Lin Hai crushed the skinny man's hidden weapon with a stomp, and limped forward, but his presence was still domineering.

"I order you, in the name of an S-class agent of the Yanhuang Soul, to stop your attack immediately. Your actions are already tantamount to treason!"

The skinny man frantically took out his special Yanhuang Soul license, revealing his identity, and it was only at this moment that he realized his underestimation of the Old Limp Man's strength. Damn it, he was at the pinnacle of Super First-class Experts, and he was no match for him.

"Damn Lin Hai, really lucky. Even a random old cripple by his side is a hidden master."

The skinny man cursed inwardly with reluctance. If he had encountered Lin Hai alone, he was confident in being able to beat him to a pulp within minutes.

In fact, Lin Hai was quite willing to fulfill the skinny man's desire for a one-on-one duel in the absence of any witnesses.

"Treason? When I was fighting bloody battles for our country on the front line, where the hell were you bastards?"

Lin Hai attacked again, with his Gang Qi surging furiously. His murderous aura was so intense that it seemed to lower the temperature around him.

The old instructor took firm and heavy steps, each one cracking the concrete beneath, seemingly unstoppable, especially enraged by the word "treason."

His body was covered with nearly a thousand ferocious scars, all honors earned in service to his country. How dare they call him a traitor!

The skinny man, in his panic, broke off a small tree to strike, trying to defend himself, but it exploded into dust under the instructor's leg strength.

"How dare you call someone from Dragon Tooth a piece of trash; you're dead now."

With a bang, the skinny man's chest caved in, making a fragile sound, and his clothes shredded into pieces from the aftermath of Gang Qi.

"Show mercy, for we're both serving our superiors."

"Serve your mom, I'm selling kebabs now."

With a loud roar, Lin Hai attacked once more.

Bang bang bang—

The skinny man's arms were bloody and mangled, completely defeated, kicked high into the air, then mercilessly subjected to a series of thirteen leg techniques, his body violently jolting up and down as his blood scattered into the air by the Gang Qi.

"Please stop hitting me," the skinny man pleaded weakly, with desperation in his eyes.

Lin Hai stubbornly shook his head. "You're begging a cripple? Where is your Yanhuang Soul pride? Where did your confidence go just now?"

He swung his hand, slapping the skinny man across the face.

"One 'piece of trash,' one 'traitor,' these words struck deep into his heart.

The skinny man's teeth flew out, coughing up blood, his face nearly deformed, as he was savagely kicked into a wall, creating a huge crater, into which he was embedded.

"Who the hell is the piece of trash now!"

Lin Hai roared upwards, venting emotions that had been suppressed over the years.

The two women were deeply shocked. Was this the kind and amiable kebab vendor and instructor? So powerful!

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