At that moment, Zhu Bufan's gaze turned icy, and he made his move.

True masters always maintain their composure in any situation, responding to change with consistency, adapting to myriad changes unfazed. No matter how swift the opponent, as long as they discern the opponent's movements and momentum, they can respond with ease.

Just as the Blood-Edged Saber was about to stab him, Zhu Bufan grabbed hold of Ah Hu's wrist with one hand, preventing any twitch or pull to free the saber.

"How pitiful and laughable… reduced to a mere tool for killing!"

Zhu Bufan sneered coldly, then clenched his hand into a fist and smashed it fiercely into Ah Hu's chest.

Bang Bang Bang!!

Zhu Bufan's fists were incredibly fast, delivering seven punches in the blink of an eye to Ah Hu's chest.

The force of each punch was incredibly powerful, almost plastered against his chest, pummeling inch by inch.

This Fist Technique was known as Military Seven Kills Fist.

Among special forces, this technique is most commonly used. Zhu Bufan showed no mercy to Ah Hu, a degenerate special forces member, using the special forces' technique against him.

Bang Bang!

Zhu Bufan's fists were ferocious. Before Ah Hu could react, a violent barrage of punches caused his body to tremble uncontrollably, his chest caving in as if it dipped inward, breathing becoming exceptionally difficult.

"Ah!"

With a miserable scream, blood traces appeared on his chest, utterly disheveled and in agony; the scream coincided with the Blood-Edged Saber falling to the ground.

But Ah Hu was, after all, a special forces soldier. The moment the Blood-Edged Saber fell, he immediately reached out with his other hand to catch it, then gripping the saber, he thrust it fiercely towards Zhu Bufan's chest.

"Hiss…"

At this moment, Wang Tianyang, Jiang Xinying, and Li Kexin, who stood aside, couldn't help but have their eyes filled with amazement and shock upon seeing this scene.

The fight between Ah Hu and Zhu Bufan was extremely perilous, as if out of a blockbuster movie, with incredibly cool action.

Each punch made solid contact, and every move was deadly, the entire spectacle was intensely thrilling and explosive.

If there were a director on-site, they would undoubtedly capture this moment without hesitation, as the fight between the two was too impressive. Moreover, it needed no special effects to be like an action-packed film, deeply satisfying and thrilling.

Swoosh Swoosh Swoosh!!

Ah Hu's Blood-Edged Saber was ruthless, stabbing towards Zhu Bufan's chest with a powerful force that whistled through the air, causing the three spectators to feel as if being struck by the saber would result in a profusion of blood.

Yet, who was Zhu Bufan? The ace of the special forces, a fearsome presence that made foreign Mercenary Groups tremble with fear.

Bang!

As the Blood-Edged Saber thrust forward, Zhu Bufan's expression turned cold, and with a powerful kick, he sent the table full of bottles flying towards Ah Hu's head.

The table Zhu Bufan kicked flew straight toward Ah Hu, who had no choice but to rapidly retract his saber, attempting to block instinctively.

But Zhu Bufan gave him no opportunity, charging forward and violently smashing his fist onto the surface of the table.

Bang!

Zhu Bufan's fist instantly burst through the center of the table and with the momentum, he struck Ah Hu's chest.

"Ah!"

A horrific scream escaped as Ah Hu felt his chest collapse from the impact, and he was thrown backward.

Swoosh!

Before Ah Hu could regain his footing, Zhu Bufan propelled himself more than a meter into the air with a step, delivering a fierce kick.

Bang!

With folded legs, Zhu Bufan's movements were like that of a peerless expert from the movies. He single-handedly grasped the back of Ah Hu's head, kneed him in the chest, and like a heavy hammer, his fist lightning-fast smashed into Ah Hu's nose.

Bang Bang Bang!!

Zhu Bufan's fists relentlessly pummeled down, each punch landing with a heavy thud on Ah Hu's nose.

Pfft!

A sound of blood spurting rang out as Ah Hu's nose erupted like a fountain, forming a splendid spray of blood in the air.

Bang!

Before he could steady himself, Zhu Bufan leaped into the air and kicked towards his chest.

Bang!

The powerful force sent him flying out, crashing heavily against the wall and dropping to the ground like a dead dog.

Staring at Zhu Bufan with terror, blood continuously trickled from the corner of his mouth. Laying prostrate on the ground like a dead dog, exhaling more than inhaling, his eyes filled with dread, no longer having any strength to rise.

"You... don't come any closer!"

Wang Tianyang was filled with horror, his face deathly pale. At the sight of Ah Hu falling to the ground, he realized just how foolish it was to provoke Zhu Bufan.

At this moment, looking at Zhu Bufan was like seeing a Demon from Hell, utterly terrifying.

"Weren't you just trying to kill me?"

Zhu Bufan walked over, lifted Wang Tianyang with one hand, and looked at him coldly, saying, "I gave you a chance just now, but you chose to seek death!"

"You... don't kill me, I'll give you any amount of money!"

At this moment, Wang Tianyang finally understood the horror of death, seeing Zhu Bufan's eyes as if they were the most terrifying thing in the world.

"Heh! If only you knew what would happen, why the need for this?"

Zhu Bufan sneered coldly, his palm exerting a slight force as he fiercely smashed Wang Tianyang against the nearby wall.

"Ah!"

Upon colliding with the wall, Wang Tianyang felt as if his whole body had fallen apart, writhing in agony on the floor until he fainted.

"Let's go!"

"Zhu Bufan, you were... way too awesome just now!"

Jiang Xinying had yet to recover from the shock of Zhu Bufan's performance, which had given her quite a thrill.

Li Kexin, standing next to her, was also shocked but pulled Jiang Xinying, saying, "Yingying, let's get out of here quickly, or we'll run into trouble again!"

Although Zhu Bufan's movements were violent, Jiang Xinying and Li Kexin knew that Zhu Bufan was protecting them, so they didn't feel any disgust.

After all, scum like Wang Tianyang deserved to die.

Not long after Zhu Bufan left with the two women, Jiang Xinying, seven or eight black business sedans converged downstairs. A middle-aged man with a somewhat gloomy face stepped out of the leading sedan.

Following him were more than ten men in suits, all carrying machetes and looking very cold.

As the middle-aged man entered the KTV, the manager rushed up to greet him immediately.

"Where's my son?

Wang Tianliang snorted coldly and asked.

"Master Wang is... he's playing inside!"

The manager said, sweating profusely.

It was the first time he'd seen Wang Tianliang looking so cold and merciless, which was quite frightening.

"If anything happens to my son here, you can also wait for your disappearance!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Tianliang's expression turned incredibly dark, and he quickly led the men in suits inside.

When he arrived at the door of the private room, the sight before him made Wang Tianliang's mouth twitch, his face looking extremely ugly.

Under the illumination of the lights, he saw his son lying on the ground like a dead dog, blood flowing profusely and dyeing the entire floor red, a truly gruesome scene.

Not far away lay another person, his capable fighter Ah Hu.

Ah Hu was a skilled fighter that Wang Tianliang had hired at a high price who was known to be powerful in Qingyang City. Yet at that moment, he had been crippled.

At this moment, Wang Tianliang's face darkened to the extreme.

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