Bang...

Lin Chuan suddenly launched a kick, striking the black man right in the crotch with the back of his foot.

"Ugh..." The black man immediately cried out in agony, his body bending over as he clutched his groin with both hands.

Lin Chuan, without any hurry, grabbed the opponent's smooth bald head, his darkly colored scalp rough and uneven. Lin Chuan smirked, "Didn't you say that you'd make me beg for life and not get death?"

Splurt...

Next up, Lin Chuan delivered a fierce knee strike. His knee slammed hard into the opponent's chest. That one kick instantly made the man spit out a mouthful of fresh blood. Had it been someone else, their ribs would probably have broken by now, but this black man's body was so sturdy and tough that the blow only caused him to vomit some gastric acid.

Thump...

After taking two heavy hits in a row, the black man slowly fell to the ground, his body twitching.

Lin Chuan kicked the man, using an extremely provocative tone, "Get up, black dog, didn't you want to beat me up?"

Another black man standing by could no longer stand by and watch. He finally decided to intervene. Initially, he thought two versus one against Lin Chuan seemed a bit dishonorable, so he let his partner take the lead. But to his surprise, his partner was defeated in just a few moments, which was something he couldn't just watch happen.

"You yellow-skinned banana, watch how I'm going to deal with you." Having said that, the black-skinned man roared furiously.

This guy charged at Lin Chuan, throwing punches that whooshed through the air, each punch looking incredibly fierce. Lin Chuan dodged left and right, avoiding five or six punches in a row. Seeing Lin Chuan dodging his punches so easily, the man grew even angrier.

"Die." The man suddenly leaped into the air, his legs ferociously kicking towards Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan, unimpressed, shook his head; the opponent was clumsy, whereas Lin Chuan, although six feet tall, moved very swiftly. Just as the opponent's legs were about to hit him, Lin Chuan quickly evaded the attack and, with lightning-fast speed, grabbed the man's right leg and yanked it downward hard.

The power of the sudden pull was immense.

That yank immediately caused the black man to lose his balance and crash hard onto the ground. Lin Chuan's foot then brutally stomped on the man's lower abdomen.

The man writhed in pain, the black man quickly grabbing Lin Chuan's leg, raging, "I want your life."

Just when he was about to exert force to pull Lin Chuan down, he suddenly found that, no matter what, he couldn't move Lin Chuan's leg.

"You want my life?" Lin Chuan snorted coldly, "Then let me send you to meet God first."

Splurt...

The force under his foot suddenly intensified, and the man felt as though all his internal organs were about to be crushed by Lin Chuan.

"Ahh!!" The black man emitted a miserable cry that sent chills down one's spine.

Lin Chuan suddenly grinned and delivered a tornado kick, striking fiercely against the opponent's forehead, and the world instantly went silent.

"My God." The white man watched Lin Chuan's fierce attacks with wide eyes and an open mouth, struck dumb and utterly astounded.

Lin Chuan's lips curled into a sinister smile, "Oh, my goodness, and what about you?"

The white man was clearly intimidated.

"Exhilarating!"

"Awesome, that was such a satisfying beatdown."

Zhou Kai and Lu Dapao and the others couldn't help but exclaim. They had been so focused on watching Lin Chuan's sharp attacks that they forgot to applaud and cheer. By the time they reacted, the two bull-like black men had already fallen, one unconscious, the other barely hanging on.

"Chuan is mighty, Chuan is valiant!"

"Roar roar roar..."

Members of the Jvyi Gang on-site began to shout, one after another roaring and yelling excitedly. Zhou Kai and the others felt their blood boiling.

Lin Chuan pointed at Zhou Kai, "Did you cause that wound?"

The white man gnashed his teeth, "Yes, it was me."

"Good, you're brave." Lin Chuan gave a chilling smile, "You even dare to admit it."

"Don't think you're so great." The white man roared, quickly pouncing toward Lin Chuan. He stretched out his hands trying to grab Lin Chuan's head, with the intent to launch a knee strike once he got hold of Lin Chuan's head.

The hardest parts of the human body are the elbows and knees. In the military, the favorite maneuvers of soldiers are elbow and knee strikes. The white man in front of Lin Chuan clearly wanted to attack Lin Chuan's head with his hardest part, the knee. If successful, even if Lin Chuan didn't die, he would likely suffer a concussion.

Lin Chuan bent his body and instantly dodged the white man's grapple.

Bang...

Lin Chuan's head butted against the white man's chest, forcing him to retreat several steps. He vigorously rubbed his chest and, in anger, ripped his clothes apart, revealing his upper body covered with a blend of golden-yellow and brown chest hair.

"That's so primitive." Zhou Kai exclaimed in shock.

"Westerners really are hairy." Lu Dapao blinked and said, "I often watch Western movies; whether it's men or women, they're all hairy beasts."

The Caucasian was furiously enraged, quickly running towards Lin Chuan. A series of attacks ensued, which Lin Chuan mostly chose to evade. Although he could have taken the hits, doing so would have only worn him out.

Every attacker has their own style, and Lin Chuan had his own as well, with a preference for using speed to strike his opponents, for Lin Chuan's speed and agility were oddities in this world. His speed had long surpassed that of ordinary people by several folds after his training, making even the most formidable sprinters no match for him. Lin Chuan was a natural warrior, one that the country had kept hidden from any media exposure.

Lin Chuan was not only fast, but also strong.

He was accustomed to launching a powerful attack during high-speed motion.

Bang...

Suddenly, with a punch, Lin Chuan struck his opponent's chest. The force of the punch made the man stagger backwards several steps. The Caucasian was clearly unwilling to yield, furiously rubbing his chest where Lin Chuan had bumped, now aching from Lin Chuan's punch.

"Agh!" The Caucasian roared: "Die!"

Lin Chuan's mouth curved into a strange smile. The opponent was skilled in Western boxing, also known as combat art, but to Lin Chuan, these techniques were trivial. He easily neutralized his opponent's attack and broke through his defense.

Bang...

Lin Chuan, with a tap of his left foot on the ground like a dragonfly skimming water, executed a spinning back kick, his right foot abruptly striking the man's chest.

"Agh!" The Caucasian instantly fell agonizingly to the ground.

The heavy body, over 200 pounds, crashed down, rolling on the ground.

"Good, well done!" Zhou Kai and others shouted one after another.

The Caucasian was not one to give up so easily; he sprang up and quickly pulled out two North American military knives from his lower leg. The knives flashed with a sinister crimson sheen, and it was obvious to the discerning eye that they had been bloodied before, with dark red blood still in their grooves.

Hiss...

Everyone took a sharp breath.

"Damn, starts using knives when he can't win, huh?"

"Motherfucker, that's not how a man acts, bloody Western cheats."

The brothers of the Jvyi Gang naturally wouldn't stand for it, but faced with such cheating, they seemed powerless. After all, this was no game or competition; it was battle, one filled with strife for interests.

Mr. Hu was still seated, his eyes narrowed. He seemed to have a foreboding feeling.

"Mr. Hu, these three don't seem to be a match for Lin Chuan," Da Pao whispered quietly.

"One is not, but three together will be," Mr. Hu sneered.

"That's true," Da Pao nodded.

The Caucasian, with knives in hand, had a ferocious look, his eyes revealing a murderous intent. He was furious, and an angry special forces soldier only meant one thing, death.

If it wasn't the other dying, then it would be him.

Whoosh whoosh...

The opponent's daggers trailed arcs of cold light in the air, which Lin Chuan easily dodged.

Fixedly watching his opponent's arms, Lin Chuan knew that the trajectory of the arms often revealed the next move. The Caucasian's knives flickered like silver ribbons, flailing towards Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan snorted coldly, saying, "You think you can?"

Then, with a flashy turn, Lin Chuan played dirty, delivering a vicious kick to the man's lower leg.

Thump...

Once more, the robust man over 200 pounds was impressively flipped by Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan walked slowly towards the Caucasian, unable to resist rolling up his sleeves, reaching into his pocket for a cigarette.

"Brother Chuan, let me light that for you," Zhou Kai scurried over, then lit the cigarette for Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan took a drag and said to the Caucasian: "Chinese Kung Fu is not something you guys can overcome."

The Caucasian was taken aback, his eyes immediately catching sight of the tattoo on Lin Chuan's pale arm.

"Oh, no!" As if seeing a ghost, he exclaimed, "John, come quickly, damn it John, come here."

The black man, who had been kicked in the 'jewels' by Lin Chuan, was hunched over clutching his crotch and inched towards the Caucasian, asking, "Oh, damn Jesse, what the hell has got you so startled? Don't you know I'm in pain right now?"

"Just look, will you? Look!" The Caucasian angrily roared, gesturing wildly, grinding his teeth and saying, "Look at you, look at the blasted job you've taken on!"

The black man looked puzzled, he turned his head to look, and in that instant, he felt choked.

The black man's expression was rich, changing from a pained grimace to wide-eyed shock, his mouth gradually agape, astonished as if witnessing the most horrifying thing in the world. He suddenly covered his face with his hands, terrified: "Oh God, damn it, we... we've actually seen a ghost."

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