Chapter 79: The Last Day of the Fist King_1

Chapter 79: The Last Day of the Fist King_1

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Tai Shan was the first to break through the villa door and charge inside, with Cong Lin Bao following close behind.

As soon as they entered, they headed straight for the kitchen as San Shui Ge had directed, but the moment they got through the door, they saw a white figure dart towards them like lightning.

“Damn it, a dog!” Cong Lin Bao yelled out loud.

The one racing towards them was Ben Ben from the sofa. Seeing the intruders burst in, Ben Ben leaped over and bit at Tai Shan in front.

Tai Shan, with his sturdy build and being a secular disciple of Shaolin, had learned a formidable set of powerful qigong. Thus, he was a leading figure in Hancheng City’s underground boxing ring, having fought and beaten various experts and earning the nickname “Tai Shan,” signifying his strength and resilience, just like Mount Tai, capable of both fighting and enduring immense force.

Upon seeing Ben Ben rush over, a flash of surprise crossed Tai Shan’s eyes—this dog was fast.

Tai Shan quickly summoned his qigong and threw a fierce punch with his right arm at the attacking Ben Ben.

The figure of Ben Ben, in mid-attack, took a strange turn and dodged Tai Shan’s fist, then bit at Tai Shan’s neck.

Tai Shan couldn’t dodge in time and hastily blocked with his left hand in front of his neck.

A scream of “Ahh!” escaped from Tai Shan as Ben Ben’s sharp teeth bit down on his left hand, severing three of his fingers, leaving his hand dripping with blood.

“Woof woof... dare to intrude upon my master’s domain, you all must die!” Ben Ben spat the three human fingers out of his mouth, his snow-white fur bristling, and his fiery red eyes flashing with a dangerous aura.

“Leopard, quick, save me, this dog bit off my fingers,” Tai Shan said, drenched in sweat from the pain, calling for help from Cong Lin Bao behind him.

“Damn it, isn’t your ‘Golden Bell Guard Iron Shirt’ supposed to be impenetrable?” Cong Lin Bao inhaled sharply. He had experienced Tai Shan’s qigong, which, when channeled, could not even be cut by a kitchen knife. Yet, here was a not-so-large dog that had just bitten off his fingers.

“You’re quicker, you take over,” said Tai Shan, clutching his wounded hand in agony.

And Tai Shan quickly turned into charred remains under the searing flames.

Brother Sanshui’s ears were filled with the desperate cries of Cong Lin Bao and Tai Shan, followed by silence. To be cautious, he tied up Tongtong with a rope and dragged her out of the kitchen.

Brother Sanshui was also holding a pistol, pointing it directly at Tongtong.

After dealing with Tai Shan and Cong Lin Bao, Ben Ben rushed towards the kitchen, and at the entrance, he ran into Brother Sanshui holding Tongtong hostage.

Brother Sanshui glanced at the ground; Cong Lin Bao was already a dead leopard, lying there with a pool of blood spreading out from his neck, dyeing the carpet red.

As for Tai Shan, he was now nothing but a pile of smelly char on the ground.

“Dammit, two useless things!” Brother Sanshui cursed angrily, then heightened his alertness. The two men were actually very skilled; to be taken down so quickly, there must be a powerful person in the villa.

Then Brother Sanshui took a step forward, pressing the gun directly against Tongtong and shouted angrily, “If anyone dares to move, I’ll blow her away!”

“Daddy, where are you? Tongtong is so scared...” Tongtong’s little face turned pale, her tears making her face look like a small tabby cat, crying hoarsely with eyes filled with terror.

“Relax, your daddy has already left the house, he can’t save you!” Brother Sanshui said with some pride.

“Woof woof...” Ben Ben growled lowly, the sound carrying unstoppable rage.

Seeing his little owner in such a state, Ben Ben’s fury reached a boiling point. His body transformed in an instant, his muscles and bones swelling as his long fur stood on end, turning him into the same giant form as when he had swallowed the Spirit Wisdom Pill, half the height of a person.

“Nest of mischief! So it really was you, this dog with the weirdness!” Brother Sanshui, a Martial Artist himself, was not scared by this supernatural spectacle, but his vigilance shot through the roof.

This transformed dog was just too ferocious, with fangs three inches long and claws shining with a metallic sheen. If he were to be scratched or bitten, it would surely be lethal. Seeing Ben Ben in his true form, Brother Sanshui’s heart pounded with fear.

This dog’s strength was now on par with that of a Martial Artist.

If it weren’t for having Tongtong as a human shield, Brother Sanshui would surely have run without a moment’s hesitation.