However, things did not go as Zhu Bufan had anticipated—the two strongmen charged directly towards the speeding cars and collided with them. Surprisingly, as Zhu Bufan darted to the side, they managed to abruptly halt themselves and, in unison, launched their strikes almost telepathically.

Aimed squarely at the evasive Zhu Bufan, their punches bombarded him relentlessly.

Zhu Bufan's expression changed; indeed, it was not so simple.

Had he not been so vigilant, he might have been barraged by hundreds of punches from these two Demonized Strongmen, as they were now unleashing the Demonized Fist.

"Bang bang..."

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The two strongmen launched a furious onslaught at Zhu Bufan.

Even using Tai Chi Fist, Zhu Bufan began to feel overwhelmed by such ferocious and chaotic attacks, especially since both of his opponents were of a higher Realm than himself!

Nevertheless, Zhu Bufan was not in a pitiful state, for he had transformed the force of the strongmen's punches with his Tai Chi Fist.

In simpler terms, when one strongman threw a punch, Zhu Bufan redirected it to the other strongman, and vice versa.

Thus, Zhu Bufan was the one who sustained the least injury.

However, these were Demonized Fists—fast and numerous.

As if dozens of people were fighting Zhu Bufan simultaneously, imagine the immense pressure and the speed required to fend off the assault from two strongmen simultaneously unleashing Demonized Fists.

Tai Chi, as a practice, emphasizes quickness without slowness. The Tai Chi Sword is so characterized, and although Tai Chi Fist does not have such explicit requirements, just look at those practicing slowly in the park during the early morning—every one of them.

Hence, on the whole, Tai Chi is about the slowness.

Yet, in the face of such a situation, how could Zhu Bufan possibly apply slowness?

Therefore, when Zhu Bufan wielded his set of Tai Chi Fists, they were as fierce as a tiger and quick as a shadow. Honestly, it no longer looked like Tai Chi Fist.

Had Zhu Bufan not been able to use the energy to fight back, he would not have believed that he was practicing Tai Chi Fist. However, this revelation made Zhu Bufan suddenly realize that Tai Chi Fist could potentially be transformed into a fast and offensive punch!!!

Although this was highly plausible, at the moment Zhu Bufan had no time to explore it further since the two strongmen were relentlessly bombarding him without any signs of fatigue. They seemed content to trade their greater injuries for Zhu Bufan's lesser ones, convinced that in the end, Zhu Bufan would end up more hurt than they were.

Therefore, they fought spiritedly, oblivious to both fatigue and pain.

Zhu Bufan was dumbfounded.

The two strongmen, clearly of a higher Realm than himself, had become unexpectedly more reckless than even he would normally be, although, logically, such a tactic should have been his to deploy.

Now it felt ridiculously absurd to Zhu Bufan; damn, he was supposed to be the weaker party!

However, now was not the time for Zhu Bufan to complain, as continuous fighting would seemingly benefit him more in the short term, but over time, the two strongmen would inevitably overwhelm him.

Why? Zhu Bufan had noticed that, despite sustaining more injuries, the strongmen appeared more vigorous than himself. He wasn't sure if this was due to their Demonization, but Zhu Bufan knew that if this continued, it would not be he who killed the strongmen, but they who would finish him.

Now, the problem was that retreating directly without resisting was simply out of the question. If he didn't use his Tai Chi Fist to deflect their power, the strongmen's punches would undoubtedly land accurately on him, and they would surely strike faster and more fiercely.

At that moment, Zhu Bufan felt indescribable bitterness.

It could be said that this was the most suffocating battle Zhu Bufan had ever fought, a battle like none he had encountered before.

It was like three hooligans brawling.

You punch me, I punch you, except that those two hooligans' punches on Zhu Bufan were less powerful than the one hooligan's on them.

But as time wore on, those two hooligans would surely overpower that one hooligan.

As the saying goes, two hands will struggle against four.

Yet, there was no immediate solution, so Zhu Bufan was in profound agony!

In the midst of his torment, Zheng Tingqiang, who had arranged to meet with Zhu Bufan, was growing impatient. All these years, Zheng Tingqiang had never waited for someone like this.

Even though Zhu Bufan was about to become his lifesaver, Zheng Tingqiang was feeling quite frustrated inside.

According to the plan, Zhu Bufan should have traveled from the Sheraton Hotel to the meeting place by taxi in just over ten minutes. However, now that Zheng Tingqiang had been waiting for an entire hour without any sign of Zhu Bufan's arrival, his anger flared, but suspicion loomed even larger.

"Could it be that Mr. Zhu is not coming because I did not send someone to fetch him? Yet, Mr. Zhu doesn't seem to be that type of person. Mi said the evidence was in his hands; could it be that someone doesn't want me to get that evidence and has harmed Mr. Zhu?"

Gradually piecing his thoughts together, the more Zheng Tingqiang analyzed, the more convinced he became that this was the reason. He immediately couldn't sit still any longer, knowing his life depended on Zhu Bufan.

With this realization, Zheng Tingqiang quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Xiao Ma, get to the Sheraton Hotel right away, I implore you to help me save someone!"

"Brother Zheng, this is the last time I help you. Are you sure you want to use this opportunity?"

"I'm sure!!!" Zheng Tingqiang clenched his teeth.

"Alright... After this, we will be even!!!"

"I know, thank you, Xiao Ma!"

"No need for formalities, Brother Zheng. I owe you for saving me back then. Alright, send me the details of the person you need to save to my phone!"

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