Chapter 755 - Victory

Ignoring the pain, Linfeng channeled his qigong and tensed his muscles to block the flow of blood as much as he could. 

His body was full of blood and wounds, but at least the blood flow was slow.

"Shit! Angor, forget the launcher, you will destroy the basement with another shot. Focus your gun on this man!"

Unfortunately, the other man had difficulty swiping the moving Linfeng in this smog. 

With focused dark eyes, Linfeng's sharp jaw was clenched tightly while he exerted his strength to sprint forward. 

Bang! Bang! 

The bullets were almost kissing Linfeng's heels.

The two experts were also using all of their concentration to heighten their senses to follow Linfeng's movement. They remained around the captured spies with vigilance.

But ammunition was consumable. Soon, the two men ran out of ammunition.

Kachak, kachak. 

It was the sound of an empty barrel.

"Boss…" one of the two whispered.

"Since we are all qigong experts here, let's stop using weapons. How about we fight with our fists?" 

Mr. Bing was an impatient man. The opposing party was only one man. He was even wounded yet they could not kill him! 

Mr. Bing wanted to kill this man fast. The way things were going, it might take time before they could kill this man. With his seemingly unending supply of qigong, this man would last longer.

If they could trick this man to abandon his weapon and use his fists, then killing this man would be faster if they could secretly swipe him down when he was caught off guard. 

They could then focus on torturing these trespassers.

Linfeng's gun remained pointed at them steadily. 

But he did not fire. 

He pretended to show a cautious look. "There are two of you. I am wounded but you guys are not. Do you think I am insane?"

"For you to use qigong means you are a martial expert. Isn't it in our principle to fight fair when using our fists? I will not suggest a fight if you are the only one at a disadvantage." 

Mr. Bing pulled up his shirt. There was a fresh gunshot wound on his upper hip, pretty close to Linfeng's own wound. 

"Like you, I am injured. So is this guy here."

The other man pulled his collar down. There was also a gunshot wound on his upper ċhėst near his shoulders. 

Like Linfeng, the flow was slow since they were blocking it with their qigong. However, they would run out of strength soon.

'And so will he.' Mr. Bing thought.

Linfeng's eyes flashed. 

It was finally favorable. 

In fact, if they could use the grenade launcher while the other was exchanging bullets with Linfeng, they could possibly kill him before Xiong Zhi's people arrived. 

However, the previous impact already shook the old basement. With another grenade exploding, the rickety basement would likely collapse. 

Then they would all die.

"I happen to also follow that principle. Since one of us has to die, then let's die as a true martial artist. Put down your gun first then I will accept your proposal."

Mr. Bing smiled evilly. 

Haha! This dumb man! He is dead now!

Mr. Bing gestured to the other man to throw away the gun in his hand before throwing away his own. 

The smog was already disappearing. The two sides could now see each other.

Linfeng was already quite close to the two men. He stepped forward and threw his gun on the side away from them.

Silence filled the tattered basement. The lightbulb had been damaged and flickered on and off.

The interior would sometimes be illuminated faintly, then get swallowed up again by the darkness.

Linfeng channeled his qigong. 

"Who would go first?"

"I will." Mr. Bing stepped forward. There was arrogance in his tone and face.

Linfeng readied himself. 

Whoosh!

All of a sudden, Mr. Bing kicked off and attacked first. His fist was smooth and fast, moving like was not injured at all. 

Likewise, Linfeng avoided his fist. 

Whoosh!

Ram! 

Thud!

The two men exchanged several blows, trying to target the areas with wounds.

His eyes glinted.

It was a signal that Xiong Zhi's people were already inside the building.

Shiiiiing…!

Suddenly, Linfeng heard a sharp sound in the air. It was different from the sound when the fist hit the air. It was like a thin metallic object was slicing through the air near him.

Linfeng's eyes flashed as he retreated back like lightning. 

Whoosh!

The fist with a hidden weapon brushed past his face.

Drip. Drip.

Drops of blood fell on the floor. Linfeng felt a slight pain on his chin. 

"Tsk. I was aiming for your neck yet you avoided it quickly."

Linfeng's face was dark. "I thought we were only using our fists? Where is the principle you are talking about now?"

Mr. Bing laughed as if he just heard something ridiculous. 

"Principle? You are talking about morals and principles to a person who is from an underworld organization like me? You are really dumb, aren't you?"

Linfeng was silent. He was carefully extending his qigong to the surrounding area to hide the incoming people.

He was buying time for the reinforcements. 

"Don't be sad too much. I thought I could kill you immediately in a few minutes. But you held on for so long! Commendable! What a pity, you're not on our side."

While they were talking, the other man behind Mr. Bing sneakily took out a hidden gun from his pocket.

One of the tortured spies tied on the chair, who was beaten to the point of having his body turn black and blue, saw the other man's movements. 

When he saw that the man took out a gun from his pocket, he yelled. 

"Be careful!"

Bang!

Before the man could fire at Linfeng, a bullet had already entered his heart.

Mr. Bing was shocked when he saw a group of people suddenly pouring inside the basement.

"How...?" How could these people come without any noise alarming him?

Linfeng finally smiled. 

"As you said, I should not talk about morals and principles with people like you."

Mr. Bing was shocked. 

He finally realized what Linfeng just did. Not only did the man interrupted his qigong, but everyone else in this area as well.  Only a huge amount of qigong could interrupt someone's qigong to the point of filling the whole room.

A top master among great masters!

And so far, he only knew one person who could do that.

His esteemed master.

Mr. Bing's face paled. 

Facing this kind of enemy meant death. 

He was the one who got played! 

Mr. Bing's killing intent rose to the sky. 

"How dare you deceive me!" 

He channeled all of his qigong for one swift attack.

Bang! 

Bang! 

Bang!

Quick succession of gunshots filled the air.

Mr. Bing could not even approach Linfeng when he was shot to death. 

His eyes were wide as he muttered. "How… could… there… be… another… person… aside… Master..?"

Filled with unwillingness, he laboriously took his last breath.

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