The Age of the Wolf Pack Tyrant

Chapter 24 Ultimate Hand-to-Hand Combat, the Future King of Fighters

Standing still is fine, but once you start moving, your muscles will writhe and rub against the bullet inside your flesh, causing a sharp, piercing pain.

The excruciating pain was enough to make one's vision go black, and even with Xing Tian's unwavering willpower, his movement speed was greatly limited.

As a result, he had only run less than two meters when the butcher grabbed him from behind by the neck and pulled him back like a chick.

Then, his arms unleashed terrifying power, and he lifted the 1.8-meter-tall Xing Tian above his head.

"Is this guy even human?"

Feeling the terrifying power emanating from the opponent's hand, Xing Tian's heart sank to the bottom.

It was under the stimulation of this certain death situation that the ruthlessness hidden in Xing Tian's bones was fully aroused, turning him into a vengeful beast.

Only one thought remained in my mind:

Even if it means death, the butcher must pay the price.

Driven by his frenzied inner power, Xing Tian unleashed the last of his strength, turned around with all his might, and swung his hand to grab the butcher's face, aiming for his eyes.

It's obvious that even if I die here today, I'll gouge out your eyes, butcher.

Trading one's life for an eye bead is a terrible loss.

But this only highlights Xing Tian's inherent ruthlessness.

"Wow, that's pretty wild. Interesting."

The butcher grinned, revealing a set of cold, white teeth. He admired Xing Tian's desperate fighting style but completely disregarded Xing Tian's counterattack.

The disparity in strength between the two sides is simply too great.

No matter how tenaciously the mouse fights back, it can never escape the old cat's toy.

The butcher easily dodged Xing Tian's eye gouge by tilting his head, and at the same time, he pushed upwards with both hands again, sending Xing Tian flying. Xing Tian landed and slammed hard on the ground.

Falling horizontally from a height of over three meters, Xing Tian immediately suffered a stroke, his vision blurred, and he lost the ability to resist.

Throughout the entire battle between Xing Tian and the Butcher, Chen Jun did not come out to help. It was not that Chen Jun was unwilling to help, but that he was also fighting at the same time.

In fact, Chen Jun reacted quickly enough, cooperating with Xing Tian immediately.

Just as Xing Tian charged out, Chen Jun followed suit, mimicking the butcher's movements, channeling his inner strength throughout his body, causing his muscles to swell like balloons.

"Rip~ Rip~"

Amidst the sound of clothes being torn apart, Chen Jun charged towards the nearby bald black man like a tank, smashing his fist, the size of a pressure cooker, into his head.

Chen Jun was confident that he could finish off his opponent in one blow, as long as his punch landed.

Even if they weren't killed on the spot.

It can also cause severe concussions.

However, Chen Jun's idea was also very good, but the final result was just as disappointing as Xing Tian's.

In the eyes of top experts of their caliber, Chen Jun's attack, that of a novice, was full of loopholes and could be cracked as easily as drinking water.

The bald black man simply tilted his head and easily dodged Chen Jun's attack.

Having strength alone, without speed and skill, might give you a slight advantage against opponents of similar strength, but against true masters, it poses no threat whatsoever.

Unable to hit the enemy.

No matter how strong you are, it's useless.

The bald black man easily dodged Xing Tian's attack, then took a half step forward to close the distance, and with his right hand, he delivered a powerful left hook that slammed into Chen Jun's ribs.

Xing Tian's punch was delivered with such force that there was no room for maneuver, and he couldn't dodge the bald man's close-range attack.

"Snap!"

The sound of a fist striking flesh is loud and crisp.

The sound was like a gunshot, echoing throughout the entire floor.

The bald black man was very confident in his punching power. Since the soft spot is one of the most vulnerable parts of a human body, he was confident that even a tiger would be brought down by this punch.

But at this moment, he did not have a victorious smile; instead, his eyes showed seven parts astonishment and three parts confusion.

This punch...

Why does it feel like hitting a rock?

"Such speed, such a heavy punch, my internal energy was almost shattered."

Chen Jun was also startled after taking the punch, unable to believe that a person who was only a little over 1.8 meters tall could deliver such an exaggerated punch.

They weigh at least several hundred kilograms!

Driven by a strong sense of crisis, Chen Jun was eager to take down the bald black man. Taking advantage of the moment when the black man was stunned, he slammed his empty fist down.

"Thump~"

This blow was dull and muffled, like the beating of a drum.

Chen Jun felt that even though he had struck firmly, the sensation in his hand was strange, like striking a mudfish, with the force sliding to one side.

"Kid, your strength is outrageous. If I hadn't deflected the force in time, you probably would have knocked me down."

Baldy, who had used his strength to avoid Xing Tian's attack, took two steps back to create distance, finally put away his smile, and began to truly regard Chen Jun as an opponent.

Not a toy to be played with!

"Get out of my way."

Out of the corner of his eye, Chen Jun saw that Xing Tian had been lifted up and realized that Xing Tian was in danger. He could no longer care about anything else and rushed towards the bald black man again.

"Good timing. It's your honor to have me get serious."

The bald black man was only up to Chen Jun's chest, but he was not afraid of Chen Jun's attack. He charged forward head-on and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Chen Jun.

Chen Jun, relying on his brute strength and thick muscles, dominated the bald black man with both offense and defense.

With his rich combat experience and fighting skills honed in life-or-death battles, the bald black man was still able to handle Chen Jun's fierce attacks with ease.

The battle between the two sides was wide open and intense, with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air.

In less than five seconds.

The two sides clashed no less than ten times.

"Big Buck, are you getting old? Or have you lost your edge after playing with too many women? You're such a newbie on the battlefield, and you're still getting crushed by him?"

The butcher had already slammed Xing Tian to the ground, and then delivered another punch to his head, putting Xing Tian into a baby sleep. He then realized that the bald black man hadn't even taken down Chen Jun yet, and was even being beaten down, so he laughed and started to mock him.

"Stop talking nonsense, Butcher. This kid is tough. When I punch him, it's like hitting a rock. I suspect he knows some kind of hard qigong."

Xing Tian was too tough; the more Big Buck fought him, the more frightened he became, and the weaker his momentum grew.

"I don't even know that, but he knows hard qigong? Big Buck, you're just making excuses for your incompetence." The butcher expressed his doubt without even thinking.

Although there is real kung fu in this world, very few people actually know it.

Ordinary people have no access to it at all.

You just randomly encounter a big, burly boy who doesn't even look twenty. Even if he's been training since birth, he could never have mastered hard qigong.

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know once you try it."

Big Buck continued to stall Chen Jun, and in order to end this awkward battle as soon as possible and get Butcher to make his move, he solemnly reminded him: "We don't have much time left. If we don't leave now, we'll be in big trouble. We must evacuate immediately."

Don't forget those freaks from the Great Eastern Kingdom. If they catch you on their territory, you know the consequences.

Butcher had long heard of the freaks Big Buck mentioned; they were internationally renowned for their ferocity, each capable of taking on a hundred men single-handedly.