However, in the next second, Wang Longhu raised his arm to block Ah Biao’s swing punch. Without even realizing it, his body flew backward, collapsing the bar in the distance.
In an instant, various bottles of spirits shattered, and liquor splashed everywhere, creating a complete mess.
The entire venue fell silent; no one knew what had happened. Ah Biao being knocked away seemed to happen in an instant, most people didn’t even see how Wang Longhu managed it, extremely mysterious.
Looking at the unconscious Ah Biao, Wang Longhu remained unmoved and continued walking toward the pool.
A Huajin Grandmaster keeps Dark Force contained within meridian points as if wearing an invisible armor; ordinary punches and kicks striking a Huajin Grandmaster cause Dark Force to erupt, instantly repelling them.
Generally, a Huajin Grandmaster can only repel their attackers by a few steps, but who is Wang Longhu?
He simultaneously practices Eight Extremes Exhale, Xingyi Tiger Leopard Thunder, Wudang Golden Toad Skill, tempering his entire skeleton and meridians, his organs achieving Huajin as a Martial Artist.
Such feats, not just a thousand years ago, but even two thousand years later, no one would be able to do such a thing. His Huajin is so strong, you simply can’t describe it using the standard of a normal Huajin Grandmaster.
"What?" Seeing Ah Biao kneel instantly, Tan Yuejin’s eyes narrowed, and his gaze toward Wang Longhu became serious, no longer as dismissive as before.
This is not an ordinary Martial Artist.
"Who sent a Dark Force Martial Artist to trouble me? Who in Vietnam has that capability?" Tan Yuejin touched his chin and pondered.
Huajin Grandmasters are rarely seen, so Tan Yuejin instinctively misjudged Wang Longhu as having the strength akin to a Martial Artist’s Dark Force.
Though Dark Force Martial Artists are rare among civilians, overseas you can hire them to sacrifice for you for money. As one of the founders of Four Poison Hall, Tan Yuejin was long accustomed to such things.
Thinking of killing him with just a Dark Force Martial Artist?
Tan Yuejin smirked, having already killed Dark Force Martial Artists before.
"Charge, tear his arm off for me," Tan Yuejin arrogantly ordered.
Immediately, over ten individuals, armed with sharp blades, madly rushed toward Wang Longhu, swinging knives.
Although a Dark Force Martial Artist is formidable, even they cannot outfight multiple attackers. With so many henchmen and disciples of Tan Yuejin present, they could wear down a Dark Force Martial Artist by sheer attrition alone.
But what they couldn’t anticipate was, Wang Longhu was not a Dark Force...
For a Huajin Grandmaster, as long as they’re not facing gunfire, unless injured, they can battle until they drop from exhaustion.
Wang Longhu raised one foot over his head and, like a battleaxe, chopped down, instantly crushing the head of the quickest one charging at him.
With one leg bent, knee forward, Wang Longhu pushed forcefully, his knee like a siege hammer slammed into another’s chest.
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Before others could feel fear, Wang Longhu thrust out a punch, taking a small step forward, executing a Beng Fist.
A loud blast from the punch erupted in the air, and a thug about to swing his blade had his entire spine fracture, as if he were a paper figure, flung several meters backward, crashing heavily into the pool, painting the previously clean water red with blood.
A chill of killing intent quietly spread.
No one, not a single person could withstand a move from Wang Longhu, and no one could hurt Wang Longhu.
His punches and kicks fierce as a beast, forceful as a crane, the thugs and Four Poison Hall Martial Artists in front of him were like tofu, soon turning into scattered pieces across the ground.
The frightened women around were pale, covering their mouths and gagging.
"Master Tan..." Those high-class individuals present were all terrified.
Who could have imagined that even with bodyguards here, they’d end up feeling the threat of death?
"Shoot him! Quick, shoot him dead!" A fat man beside Tan Yuejin urgently shrieked with a sharp voice.
The armed guards responded swiftly, instantly lifting their guns to shoot, but Wang Longhu was faster.
His figure moved like a phantom, running at full speed, too quick for the human eye to react, unless facing a sharpshooter with predictive skills or a dense and fierce crossfire, trying to hit a Huajin Grandmaster on alert with a handgun is utterly impossible.
Gunshots rang out continuously, but each shot resulted in one of Tan Yuejin’s men falling, and soon only one gun-wielding thug remained.
Trembling all over, his forehead drenched in cold sweat, his legs shaking so much he could hardly stand.
Holding the gun with both hands, Wang Longhu stood before him, gripping the gun’s body with one hand.
The thug tremblingly pulled the trigger, with Wang Longhu effortlessly dodging by tilting his head, retaliating with a punch to the thug’s face.
Wiping the blood from his hand, Wang Longhu, with icy eyes, looked toward Tan Yuejin and said, "Are you Tan Yuejin of the Four Poison Hall?"
All the women and tycoons were dumbstruck, but Tan Yuejin, instead of being frightened, clapped his hands joyfully.
He contentedly took a puff of his cigar, pointing a diamond-ringed finger at Wang Longhu, "You’re impressive. Your ability is the best among young people I’ve seen.
Who sent you tonight and how much did they pay? I’ll give ten times more. Come to Four Poison Hall and work with me later on. With your talent, it’s a waste not to have a backer; you can’t fully leverage your potential."