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Chapter 84: 【077】A desperate battle, the oil runs out and the lamp goes dry

Chapter 84: 【077】A desperate battle, the oil runs out and the lamp goes dry

"Hahaha!"

As he raised his head, Wang Longhu saw a figure leaping down from the rooftop, landing steadily on the cement laundry platform five steps away from him.

The man had a fierce look, clearly not someone with good intentions.

"Is losing your life here for a Buddha statue worth it?" Wang Longhu spoke calmly and asked.

Though he was battled-worn and his body was nearing the brink of exhaustion, he absolutely couldn’t show weakness at this moment. He had to maintain a tough demeanor to intimidate the opponent and keep them on edge.

"Hehehe, dying, of course, isn’t worth it, but if I kill you all and live to obtain the Marrow Cleansing Scripture, it’ll be a great deal!" Yu Tianli said casually with his hands in his pockets, laughing.

There was a roguish air about him, making it hard for Wang Longhu to associate him with a martial arts expert.

"Huh!" Wang Longhu adopted the Three Body Pose. Tonight had already turned so tragic—a seriously injured Hong Wentai by Nalan Lei and a great monk who could hardly hold on for much longer.

Wang Longhu now had the thought of escaping while he still had some energy left, planning to strike only once; if he couldn’t kill the guy before him, he would turn and run immediately.

As long as you’re alive, you can avenge Hong Wentai and the great monk later.

Unexpectedly, just as Wang Longhu was about to strike, Yu Tianli suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out a handgun aimed directly at Wang Longhu.

"Motherfucker!"

Startled, Wang Longhu nearly lost his composure on the spot, immediately darting into the house at full speed, diving into the living room to hide from the gunfire.

Yu Tianli has a gun!

Living in the 21st century and growing up in peace, Wang Longhu never imagined Yu Tianli would have a gun.

This completely contradicts any common knowledge of living in China, like seeing someone bring their own pots and pans, rice, and oil to a restaurant—it’s utterly beyond normal understanding.

Hiding in the martial arts room, Wang Longhu couldn’t help but curse. Fortunately, he reacted quickly; if he had hesitated for half a second, he would have likely been shot dead by Yu Tianli just now.

The modern iai strike proves its worth.

Even a Huajin Martial Artist would die facing it.

The appearance of a handgun also means the mastermind behind tonight’s events exceeds the scope of normal powers; being able to bring a gun into China is already an extraordinary feat.

"Damn it!" Yu Tianli fired three shots, witnessing Wang Longhu hide in the house unharmed, and couldn’t help but curse.

For a martial artist who had only just entered the Ming Jin stage, Yu Tianli killing Wang Longhu with martial arts was impossible.

Even Nalan Lei, at the peak of Ming Jin, died under Wang Longhu’s fists, so Yu couldn’t hope for more; borrowing a Glock and five bullets from Mr. Lu was his last resort.

The timing just now was Yu Tianli’s final chance. Now that his ace is exposed, Wang Longhu escapes, and he has no chance to shoot Wang Longhu again.

"Wang Longhu! Are you just going to ignore them? Watch them die?"

Yu Tianli pointed his gun at the great monk, shouting loudly: "I’m giving you a chance. I’ll put away the gun, risk my martial artist’s reputation, and we’ll fight fairly and justly. If you win, I’ll let you go tonight. If you lose, you’ll all die, and I’ll take the Marrow Cleansing Scripture. How about it?"

In the courtyard, only the four martial artists recruited with money by Yu Tianli remained. Seeing that Yu Tianli had a gun, they backed off, no longer having the desire to fight with the great monk.

Thinking they were mantises stalking cicadas, all attacking Wang Longhu, the three cicadas.

Unexpectedly, there was a gun-holding sparrow, Yu Tianli.

Even the most powerful martial artist is merely a jumping ordinary person in front of a gun; no martial artist could be a match for firearms.

Regardless of high martial arts, it’s hard to withstand foreign firearms; Eight Trigrams Grandmaster Cheng Tinghua died under the gunfire of foreign devils.

The great monk stood against the wall, bloodied, his situation not much better than Hong Wentai’s. Having fought with Tiger-Crane Double Form, he was not only covered in wounds but also didn’t know who had slashed his abdomen; the intestines were partly exposed.

If this continues, it won’t be long before the great monk bleeds to death.

But the physical pain didn’t shock the great monk nearly as much as Yu Tianli firing at Wang Longhu did.

What’s with bringing a gun? Where did this wild martial artist come from, so utterly lawless?

Even with anger in heart, at this moment, the great monk dared not say a word, fearing a sudden shot from Yu Tianli, making things even worse.

"Wang Longhu, consider my proposal," Yu Tianli threatened while walking next to the unconscious Hong Wentai.

Wang Longhu, hiding in the martial arts room, sneered, who would still believe such childish nonsense these days.

Yu Tianli speaks well now, but once he steps out, he’ll likely face a barrage. This group could stage a surprise attack tonight; they certainly wouldn’t spare Wang Longhu or anyone else’s life here.

And in the narrow house, a Dark Force expert’s strike is even more terrifying than a handgun. If Wang Longhu ambushed, he could kill Yu Tianli with a punch before he could fire, so Yu Tianli dared not rashly enter the house, moving into Wang Longhu’s domain.

Both sides remained in a standoff for a while, but Yu Tianli was in no hurry. He held the lives of both the great monk and Hong Wentai; unless Wang Longhu was a heartless person, he couldn’t just ignore their safety.

"Wang Longhu! I’ll count to ten. If you don’t appear after ten seconds, I’ll kill one of these two," Yu Tianli shouted loudly again, seeing no movement inside the house.

He then whispered to the four martial artists hiding aside, "Go inside quickly and find the Marrow Cleansing Scripture, don’t let Wang Longhu escape with it. Otherwise, all our efforts tonight will be in vain."

The ultimate goal tonight was still the Marrow Cleansing Scripture. If it got lost after all this effort, Yu Tianli would undoubtedly be the most miserable one.

Swoosh!

As he was distracted by giving orders, a cold gleam suddenly appeared overhead. Yu Tianli instinctively wanted to look up but years of experience in Southeast Asia made his body subconsciously plan to dodge.

It was just that fraction of a second’s hesitation, and it was already too late.

A wooden pole, 3 meters 6 long, pierced straight down, instantly stabbing into Yu Tianli’s shoulder, penetrating his body, emerging from his thigh root, and embedding into the ground, pinning him dead to the cement floor.

The intense pain surged through his body, yet Yu Tianli still didn’t forget to lift his gun and shoot at the figure holding the pole—it was Wang Longhu.

He didn’t know when Wang Longhu had sneaked up to the second floor, using the training pole from Hong Wentai to launch a successful surprise attack, winning the battle with a single strike.

Yu Tianli’s reaction was quick, but Wang Longhu’s speed was faster.

Landing, he immediately threw a reverse punch, his arm like a whip, his fist like a hammer.

It struck Yu Tianli’s left cheek hard, turning his head 90 degrees instantly, his eyeballs filled with blood, his head drooped, and blood oozed uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, forming a waterfall of blood dripping to the ground.

The force of Wang Longhu’s punch was over a thousand pounds; no one’s head could withstand such massive impact and shock.

Turning to the four surviving martial artists, Wang Longhu gritted his teeth, deciding none should survive.

With a single step forward, these four hadn’t even reached the Ming Jin stage. How could they be a match for Wang Longhu? Even though Wang Longhu was in a state of exhaustion, in a desperate fight, he easily killed all four within ten moves.

As the last martial artist fell, Wang Longhu’s heart relaxed, his pores unable to stay shut, and he completely lost his composure.

Suddenly, his vision blackened, and he could no longer endure the fatigue, collapsing unconscious to the ground.

"Wang Longhu! Wang Longhu!"