C168 in vivo decomposition

"Be careful, there's an accident on the third floor. The guards have been knocked unconscious, someone might barge in. The security guards nearby should hurry up and check …" Shouts came from the walkie-talkie.

Ye Cheng frowned: "I've been discovered, looks like I need to speed up."

"Someone has barged in! Quickly go and search!" The door of an office was pushed open, and over ten men rushed out with machetes and sticks in their hands. They looked fierce and aggressive, and curses could be heard from time to time from the crowd.

Before the thugs from the Black Tiger Gang could react, Ye Cheng swung his blade and leapt forward, rushing in front of them. His hand raised, the blade descended, a cold light flashed, and fresh blood floated into the air, completely catching these people off guard, mixed with wails, screams, the sound of blades hitting the ground, and the sound of bones breaking, making a huge mess.

Thinking of Lu Mengzhu's frightened and anxious appearance, Ye Cheng's anger rose. He would not show any mercy, and his blood boiled from the violence. With every slash, one person would be heavily injured and heavily hit the ground. The blood that splashed out also stained his body.

Hysterical screams echoed throughout the entire corridor, making those who heard it shudder in fear.

Ye Cheng acted as if there was no one around. He turned around and moved quickly. One man, one saber, it was unstoppable.

"Ah ~ ~" The machete in Ye Cheng's hand flashed like lightning, causing a big fellow to scream in pain. His head was separated from his body, and blood spewed out like a column. His body kneeled down before collapsing onto the ground.

Following the disappearance of this burly man's life force, all of his henchmen fell into a pool of blood. The lucky ones were heavily injured, the unlucky ones died, and no one was able to stand up successfully.

The strong pungent smell of blood wafted in the air, making people feel nauseous. The scene was miserable, and blood could be seen everywhere. There were even some severed arms.

Blood dripped from Ye Cheng's body, but all of them belonged to other people. His blood-stained hand carried a red blade. His entire body was emitting a tyrannical aura, as if he was a god of death from hell.

The security who had rushed over upon hearing the news were all terrified seeing more than a dozen armed men being unable to deal with a single person. They couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, and no one dared to take another step forward.

A few of the security guards had been in the Black Tiger Gang for quite a long time, and they had fought quite a few times against each other. However, they had never seen such a tragic scene.

It had been a long time since they had fought like this. Ye Cheng seemed to have regained the pleasure of slaughtering someone he hadn't had in a long time. In order to protect his family, he didn't hesitate to pay any price. Even if he were to kill all the Black Tiger Gang members, he wouldn't even bat an eye.

At this moment, another man appeared at the office door. His figure wasn't tall, and he wore a black uniform. On his back was a katana, and he had a cold and arrogant expression. He looked with disdain at the thugs on the ground and then looked at Ye Cheng with extreme contempt.

He casually kicked away the headless corpse that was blocking the way, stepped out, and said in broken Chinese: "You have some skills, but you are not my opponent. Killing you is like killing a dog!"

Ye Cheng looked at the man as if he was a dead man and said coldly, "Little Japan or the Koreans?"

The man arrogantly said, "I am a Japanese man."

"Little Japan, China isn't a place you should come to. Since you've come, don't even think about leaving." Ye Cheng raised his blade and pointed it at the man's nose. He sneered in disdain and said, "Don't say that I am bullying a thing that is even worse than a dog. Make your move!"

"Those who insult me, die!" The Japanese man was furious. He quickly pulled out his katana from his back, clenched both of his hands tightly and rushed towards Ye Cheng with the knife in hand. Needless to say, this person's blade was extremely fast and sharp. A cold flash of light accompanied by the sound of wind passed by, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Ye Cheng.

Ye Chengye took a step back, but he did not seem to be at a disadvantage at all. With a flick of his wrist, the blade flew outwards, colliding with the incoming katana.

"Clang!" After a crisp sound, Ye Cheng's machete broke into two pieces. The katana brushed past his clothes, and he could clearly feel the sharpness of his opponent's katana.

Although the man had cut the blade in Ye Cheng's hand, Ye Cheng only felt his arms go numb and a sharp pain coming from his hands. If the katana wasn't tempered by a special method, cutting iron like mud, it wouldn't have easily cut the blade.

Ye Cheng casually threw the broken blade on the ground, but the corners of his mouth curved upwards, revealing a trace of a smile.

What was he laughing at? The Japanese man felt that the smile of this young man in front of him was extremely strange. He was no pushover. Taking advantage of Ye Cheng losing his weapon, he quickly swung his saber again. With the back of his shoulder slanted down, it looked like he was about to cut Ye Cheng into two halves.

The moment the katana fell from the sky, Ye Cheng's body moved. He nimbly dodged the attack and appeared in front of the man like a ghost.

The Japanese man only felt his vision blur as his smiling face was right in front of him. At the same time, he felt a cold glint flash across his eyes, bringing with it an ice-cold chill.

"Ah …" The Japanese man let out a miserable howl. A bone-piercing pain spread from his nose to his central nervous system. Then, a bloody nose fell to the ground.

The man's face was dripping with blood and his nose was gone, leaving only two strange bloody holes. At some point in time, two flying knives that were about ten centimeters long had appeared in Ye Cheng's hands.

Ye Cheng's action of slicing the Japanese man's nose was too fast and nimble. The security guards watching from afar did not see how he did it. They did not even know which throwing knife cut off the Japanese warrior's nose and could not help but shout out in alarm.

They originally thought that since Ye Cheng had lost his weapon, he could only allow himself to be slaughtered by others. However, in the blink of an eye, the situation had completely changed and Ye Cheng's blade attack became even more shocking.

Ye Cheng's hands did not stop moving. Two throwing knives were aimed at the shoulder of the Japanese man at the same time. With two light "pu pu" sounds, a smooth and neat cut appeared. The sharp blade was pierced like cutting tofu, only leaving the handle exposed.

The Japanese male screamed and struggled again. The pain was deep to the bone. His katana could no longer be held steadily and fell from his hand.

Ye Cheng's inner strength surged as he grabbed the handle of his saber and spun it up and down a few times. A big hole suddenly appeared on the Japanese man's left and right shoulder blades. His arms also loosened and hung powerlessly at his sides. If one looked closely, they would see that the gaps between the bones that connected the shoulder blades had all split open, leaving behind only a sliver of flesh that was connected to the arm.

The sharpness of the flying knife, the precision of the technique and the absolute knowledge of the human body's bones allowed Ye Cheng to use only two seconds of his decomposition. It was as if an internationally renowned doctor was performing surgery on a patient.

Shock combined with the unbearable pain caused the Japanese man's body to tremble, and he let out an indistinct groan of pain from his throat.

"Didn't you say that killing me is like killing a dog? I'll slaughter them for you to see. " Ye Cheng stared at him without blinking. The cold light in his hand appeared once again, flashing past the Japanese man's face. The two throwing knives were as nimble as scalpels. Their ears suddenly danced as they rotated and flew out.

"I'll give you another one!" Ye Cheng looked like he was carving a work of art. The two throwing knives smoothly stabbed into his mouth. The left and right side of the knife cut into his cheek, almost reaching his ear. Then, the tip of the blade slightly rose as a tongue shot out from the mouth.

At this moment, the Japanese man's mouth opened and closed, and the voice that came out of his throat became even more indistinct.

"There seems to be something else?" Ye Cheng muttered to himself. With a flash of cold light, he stabbed into the Japanese man's thigh. As he turned his hand, the blade cut a semicircle on the outside of his thigh. Similar to dissecting his shoulder blade, he dissected the joint at the base of the man's thigh.

After finishing his work, Ye Cheng pulled out his saber and took a step back. His expression was relaxed, but there was a hint of a cold smile on his face that caused one's heart to palpitate.

The Japanese man's body was on the verge of collapse. His face was completely bald, his nose and ears had disappeared, his mouth was split open in a pool of blood, and his tongue was missing. His arms were only connected with blood, and could fall down at any time. There were two shocking wounds on his thigh, and blood kept flowing out, barely managing to support his body.

The security guards all sucked in a breath of cold air and remained silent. The surroundings were completely silent as they stared at Ye Cheng with fear in their eyes. This guy was too much of a torturer, too much of a hateful person. He had dismembered a living person just like that!

Even if this Japanese could live, deaf, dumb, arms and legs are no longer part of the family, completely a cripple, living is worse than death ah!

These people were glad that they didn't rush up recklessly. Otherwise, they would have ended up in the same situation. There were even some whose legs were trembling into a ball.

"Get out of the way, they're f * * king idiots!" The sound of rough cursing and noisy footsteps came from the corridor. Following the voice, a beefy, furious man with a big waist and arm as thick as an adult's thigh rushed into the corridor in the office along with tens of thugs. "Thump !"

Perhaps the brawny man's shout was too loud, the Japanese man could no longer stand and his body collapsed. Pa da, pa da. The arms hanging on his sides also collapsed.

The corridor was densely packed with people, surrounding the exit so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through. Each of them carried a variety of add-ons and had malevolent expressions. At the beginning, they were still fiercely glaring at Ye Cheng. However, after clearly seeing the situation on the ground, they all revealed expressions of shock.

The furious leader didn't show any sign of panic and shouted with all his might: "Brat, you've eaten the heart of a bear and guts. You dare to come to our club and cause trouble, and you even dare to kill my brothers." He shouted, "Brothers, let's attack together! Even if he's made of iron, he still can't handle our numbers. Chop him into pieces!"

Ye Cheng rolled his eyes and swept his gaze across the crowd like two sharp swords. He immediately recognized this furious burly man as the second fighter under Lei Bai Hu — — Lu Zhenchuan. The number one fighter was Yue Fengxiong, but he was crippled by Ye Cheng.

After Lu Zhenchuan shouted, none of his men moved. Although they did not think that Ye Cheng would leave this place alive, but whoever got in first would just be courting death. No one was a fool, they would not do something like cannon fodder.

"Trash, they're all a bunch of f * cking trash!" Lu Zhenchuan flew into a rage. He stared at Ye Cheng and said, "Brat, it's your death date. Kneel down obediently. I will leave you with an intact corpse!"

After saying that, he calmly pulled out a gun from his waist and pointed the muzzle towards Ye Cheng's head.