Chapter Eighty-two Humiliation Brought Upon Oneself

  In the blink of an eye, his speed was several times faster than Song Jie's swift sword. His arm was wrapped in a mass of dark blue veins that twisted and turned like living serpents, giving off a metallic sheen from elbow to fingertips. The skin looked more like tempered steel than flesh and blood, with a pale blue tint. When he spread his five fingers, they seemed to transform into five sharp daggers.

  With a slight movement, the sound of "ding" "ding" "ding" was immediately emitted, a burst of golden and iron sounds that were clear and pleasant to the ear. Wang Chan's thirteen Taibao horizontal smelting skill had already entered the realm of harmony, and under his operation, his muscles, bones, skin, and hair became one with his body, like steel plate, far surpassing Lei Feng's powerful Iron Shirt skill, it was hard to compare them on the same day.

  Language.

  As early as the time on Tiger Head Ridge, Wang Chan's cross-practice method had already been incredibly powerful. After coming down from the mountain, his horizons were greatly broadened. Although the time was not long, it allowed him to make a breakthrough in the great accomplishment of changing tendons and forging bones, stepping over the threshold of exchanging blood and washing marrow. His fist techniques and martial arts had actually already undergone a transformation like rebirth, completely different from before.

  A martial artist practices boxing, externally practicing muscles, bones and skin, internally practicing a mouthful of true breath. After a long time, if you can control the skin outside your body at will, then it is considered "entering the hall". A real kung fu that is different from "flowery fists and embroidered legs" has been practiced, which is what the master often calls "kung fu on the body".

  Then, further on, if you can exercise your muscles and bones to be both hard and soft, and control the flow of blood and pores, that is when you have entered the gate of internal family kung fu, thoroughly breaking free from the constraints of external martial arts, and can begin to touch upon even deeper levels of fist principles.

  When one's kung fu reaches this level, it can actually be called a master. Whether at home or abroad, the so-called famous boxing and martial arts masters are basically also at this level.

  Apart from this, one more step forward is to discern the true and the false. Subtle and refined, the fist method and martial arts tend to be introverted, walking on the path of seeing workmanship from subtle places, practicing the five internal organs, meridians, and joints, if you can open up the meridians throughout your body, that is the transmission of the meaning of being out of this world, and can be called a fist method master.

  New recruits in the army who have undergone a little training, after half a year of familiarization, almost all can skillfully use a very superficial "hard qigong". As long as they take a breath and move their mind to the part that is being hit, they can withstand the impact of wooden sticks, bricks and other blunt objects. They can break big stones with their chest and smash more than ten red bricks bare-handed.

  This is actually the most practical place for external hard work. Moreover, Wang Chan's thirteen Taibao horizontal smelting is fundamentally different from any hard work that has been passed down in various schools and factions, with his current skills, as long as he moves his mind, he can immediately operate his whole body, becoming like steel, not only can he resist any external attack. Turned over in his hand, the five fingers are like hooks, even more ruthless than any weapon.

  Exercise your muscles and bones, but only get wrinkles on your skin.

  Qigong can penetrate into internal organs and reach meridians.

  A true master of boxing, a martial arts master, is one who can unify the muscles, bones, skin and hair, the blood and qi, the meridians and apertures, and all parts of the body into a complete whole, with a clearer grasp of oneself, the more brilliant the kung fu.

  Just like Wang Chan, he suddenly made his move. Striking after being struck, with one hand grasping the bottom, it was so fast that it was unbelievable. Song Jie, who was standing in front of him, could only see a faint shadow in his eyes. The sound of "ding ding dang" had just reached his ears when he felt something unusual on the sword in his hand.

  The sword is an extension of a person's arm, and masters who are proficient in swordsmanship all have a deep understanding of their beloved swords that no one can compare to. With the sword in hand, they know exactly how much force to use and what effect it will achieve, and even if it's just a slight miscalculation, they can still clearly feel it. Now, with Wang Chan's five fingers gripping the hilt, as soon as he exerted his strength, Song Jie immediately knew that he had made an error in his calculations.

  Song Jie's entire skill was concentrated on his sword, and if Wang Chan had taken it away from him with one move, he would have been finished. So in the flash of lightning, although Song Jie was startled, he didn't panic. He felt something was off, so he sent a thrust forward, but found himself unable to move. Instantly, his wrist moved instinctively, and the Longwen ancient sword that Wang Chan had gripped with five fingers let out a humming sound as it spun around in a circle.

  "Whoosh!"

  A sharp sword, its blade flashing like lightning, pierced through the air like a poisonous dragon. The blades on both sides spun into a ball of silver light, and with three or two strokes, it broke free from Wang Chan's five-fingered grasp, flying rapidly in his open palm like an electric drill.

  Song Jie's sword was incredibly sharp, and Wang Chan didn't dare to believe that his horizontal stir-frying skills could really withstand the opponent's sword. Unless absolutely necessary, he didn't want to use his palm to hard fight with Song Jie's treasured sword. Especially at this time, Song Jie rotated his wrist, the blade fluttered, and like a high-speed motor driving a large drill bit, it borrowed force and used force, even tempered steel could be twisted in two.

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  "Good swordsmanship!" Faced with such a change in sword moves, Wang Chan couldn't help but secretly praise Song Jie's quick wit and adaptability, sighing that it was a pity.

  If the opponent hadn't changed their move so quickly, with just one more breath of time, Wang Chan's next move would have been a true "empty-handed entry into white blade". Not only would he have snatched the precious sword from Song Jie's hand in an instant, but he also had plenty of follow-up killing moves to finish him off on the spot, just like how he killed Tang Niu in Qing Niao.

  But Song Jie was extremely quick to react in this instant, fully displaying the reaction that a skilled swordsman should have. The sword body rotated and escaped from the predicament, forcing Wang Chan to temporarily retreat his sword's edge.

  So, Wang Chan saw an opportunity and took it, pointing with one hand and sinking his palm downwards, immediately avoiding the opponent's counterattack.

  At this moment, Wang Chan's hand fell down, and Song Jie's move changed again. He suddenly dodged to the side, rotated his waist power, took a short step, and his sword was raised in an instant. Immediately afterwards, he started from the ground, flipped over, and the sword light flashed. The whole person jumped up more than one person high, all the energy of the body was pressed on the sword, and in an instant, the hand holding the sword also changed from single-handed to two-handed grip, chopping down towards Wang Chan's head with a fierce slash.

  In one swift motion, Song Jie's entire body seemed to merge with the sword. The fusion of man and sword was unmatched in ferocity, as the sword light descended like a heavenly river pouring down from the majestic peak, rolling and surging in an unbroken wave. Amidst this, there were bursts of ear-piercing shrieks that seemed to rip hearts apart. Just one glance would evoke an irresistible feeling.

  Snowflakes cover the top, one word divides equally!

  "It's actually got a bit of the style of a sword-stopping technique, it seems that Song Jie's Wudang Danpai swordsmanship has also reached the point of 'hundred paces flying sword' in the end. The number of sword immortals who take people's heads"

  As soon as Wang Chan saw Song Jie's sword, he flipped his body and rose into the air. With a single movement of his sword, he knew that Song Jie must have mastered the true Wudang secret sword technique. Although it was still far from perfection, the advantage lay in the sharpness of the precious sword, which could cut through anything with a single stroke. Even a massive object weighing over a thousand kilograms would be severed at the waist, and no force could resist it.

  He grasped the ground with both feet, his body spinning around in a circle, and shifted three feet to the side, neither more nor less, just avoiding the blade's edge, dodging Song Jie's sword strike.

  But just as Wang Zhen's sword was about to strike, Song Jie suddenly seemed to have divine assistance. While still in mid-air and before landing, he instantly entered the realm of Taoist emptiness and non-action. His entire spirit was concentrated on his sword, with every part of his body relaxed and empty: joints relaxed, muscles relaxed, internal organs relaxed, heart and mind relaxed, feet empty, hands empty, top of the head empty, heart empty. It seemed as if he had reached the subtle state of Dan school swordsmanship, "using the softest in the world to conquer the hardest in the world".

  Wang Chan dodged the web with a swift movement, his stance as if he had foreseen it. As soon as his foot touched the ground, a sword gleam burst forth, like a shadow following his form, wrapping around him.

  Song Jie had been practicing sword for over a decade, never parting with it, communicating with his heart and mind. After all these years, he had developed an inexplicable close connection between himself and the sword. As a result, when wielding the sword, not only was it as swift as the wind, leaving no gaps, but even his footwork was light, quick, and agile, like a swimming dragon. Facing Wang Chan's unexpected response, although he was surprised in his heart, he didn't feel any frustration, instead, he immediately put away his previous underestimation and disdain for Wang Chan. His body landed softly, like a goose landing on flat sand, his figure seemed to be sliding quickly on smooth ice, instantly catching up with Wang Chan, while his sword shot out from under his ribs, slanting upwards, like a white crane spreading its wings.

  The Wudang Sword is originally known as the "Mysterious Dance in the Air". In addition to its exquisite swordsmanship, it places great emphasis on footwork and stepping techniques. It emphasizes the need to wield the sword while moving, with the body resembling a swimming dragon. As the inheritor of the Wudang Danpai School's evil skills, Song Jie's footwork is characterized by external Taiji yin-yang movements and internal Bagua Nine Palaces movements. His steps are light, swift, and nimble, like wind and clouds, yet gentle and soft, as if following a web. At first glance, his stepping technique seems similar to the turning palm step in the Swimming Body Eight Trigrams Palm, but it is actually quite different and more subtle. It can create countless variations out of thin air, making it even more formidable than Tang Niu's footwork, which Wang Zhen considered the most slippery.

  Master Li Jinglin's master, Song Wei, once said that after Wudang swordsmanship reaches its peak, every movement is like a whirlwind that shocks the birds into flight and rolls along the ground without raising any dust. In one strike, it's as gentle as a light breeze with no visible sword, amidst countless changes, only the sword's gleam is seen, not the person.

  Unfortunately, Wang Chan's movements were far beyond anyone's imagination, making rapid progress every day, and his actions were even faster than Song Jie's. Seeing his opponent's sword coming in a slanting motion, he turned around with his own sword and arrived at the front of his body, yet he was not afraid at all. With a swing of his waist, he suddenly stood up straight, stepped on the seven stars, advanced as if retreating, and instantly rushed into the midst of the swords' light, grasping his hand into a tiger's claw, fiercely grabbing towards Song Jie's right wrist that held the sword.

  At the same time, with a sudden stomp, a deafening explosion sounded, and the green stone slabs on the ground shattered instantly, shaking the earth. Wang Chan's remaining hand suddenly shot out from under his elbow like a spirit snake emerging from its lair. As his wrist moved, it crackled and popped, and his tendons and bones all cried out in unison. His spear-like fingers pointed straight at his opponent's chest, aiming for the vital spot.

  Karate against self-destruction, the most feared is insufficient gallbladder energy. Not daring to launch a surprise attack on others, otherwise, once and again, three times later, the heart and gallbladder will be cold, and wanting to fight again, even 10% of one's skills may not be usable, and in order not to die, one can only retreat and escape.

  It is said that when fighting, one should first strike the enemy's vital point, and when encountering an enemy, it is like being set on fire! Song Jie's sword was in his hand, and he launched a fierce attack, invading like a raging fire. Wang Chan, on the other hand, countered with an attack of his own, using advance as retreat, and his moves were as swift as lightning, changing and transforming seamlessly, like a work of art.

  "Not good!"

  Song Jie had just made a move, and Wang Chan had already sacrificed himself to make a grab. The tip of his claw was only two centimeters away from Song Jie's wrist, and the fingertips were trembling. A strong gust of wind suddenly caused a sharp pain on Song Jie's wrist, and his arm felt slightly numb for half a day. At the same time, Wang Chan's arm turned into a gun, and with a loud explosion sound, he shot out a burst of air that also entered Song Jie's ears.

  Facing such a fierce and fearless attack, Song Jie quickly moved his feet, dodging and weaving, transforming again.

  Wang Chan's reasoning was merciless, his advance unstoppable. One hand grasped like a tiger's claw, never leaving Song Jie's wrist about three inches from the sword hilt, while the other hand thundered down with a crash, five fingers forming a knife, aimed straight at Song Jie's face.

  "Empty-handed against a white blade? You still want to snatch my sword, how ridiculous!" Song Jie continuously rotated, Wang Chan closely pursued, in front of him an arm seemed to be smashing down like a iron whip, the pain on his wrist was still there, immediately guessing Wang Chan's intention, which was to seize his treasured sword.

  "With a sword in my hand, if I still let you take away my food, then I'd rather die." Facing Wang Zhen's rolling thunder-like face, Hu Zhua pinched his wrist, but suddenly Song Jie's body bent down and turned around, pretending to leave. However, the right hand holding the sword flipped behind his back, making a swishing sound. A sword light like a fan shot out, covering his entire body inside it.

  This is a finishing move in the Wudang Danpai sword technique, called "Peacock Spreads Its Tail". With a bow step and misdirection of the body, the sword is thrust out with extremely fast wrist vibrations, brushing out a sheet of sword aura, as if one breath can produce over a hundred swords, filling all the space behind. Then, suddenly turning around, rising up to stab with the sword. Like the ancient general's "Returning Horse Spear", changing moves to "Immortal Points the Way". The sword tip flashes, aiming at the brow, throat, and middle of the heart, Dan Tian, able to produce over a dozen subsequent changes at any time, only needing one flying sword to take someone's life.

  Song Jie made this sword, really like a peacock spreading its feathers, the sword light flashed, and in an instant, it blocked Wang Chan who was following behind. In one breath, Wang Chan stopped outside. He had no choice but to withdraw his double-edged sword. At the moment when the old force was about to dissipate, Song Jie saw clearly that the sword momentum in his hand suddenly converged again, and with a cracking sound, like ice crystals shattering, the fan-shaped sword curtain suddenly exploded open, shattering into thousands of silver lights, and then a sword light flew out, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, stabbing towards Wang Chan who was only an inch away.

  The Wudang Sword's counterattack move "Xianren Zhilu" (Immortal Points the Way).

  But it was with a secretly transmitted swordsmanship technique that he wielded his sword, striking with a single blow like a celestial being from the heavens.

  "Yù Jiàn Shù" was originally a ancient sword technique of Taoist sect, which is a branch of the Sword Immortal School. When practiced to the highest level, it can achieve a state of oneness between the person and the sword, allowing for remote control of the sword to kill from over 100 paces away. However, this differs from "Flying Swords" in that it requires extremely deep foundation in sword techniques to cultivate, rather than simply releasing the sword and manipulating it through empty space.

  Song Jie, although he had only barely grasped the door sill, once his sword flew out, he could also wield it within a few steps. Moreover, this sword of his was infused with the Wudang Sword Technique's "Immortal's Guidance", and when combined, its power was extremely great, similar to Lei Feng and Gao Qiuru's skills. If one were to encounter this sword, they would definitely suffer a fate of beheading, dying a miserable death on the spot.

  No place to hide!

  With this withdrawal and advance, riding the sword to come, Song Jie's own momentum had already risen to the highest point, almost all of his body's strength was compressed into the sword, the sword light flying like a divine dragon in the clouds.

  "Good sword!"

  Wang Chan knew that if he continued to entangle himself like this, even though he was not afraid at all, it would not be easy for him to defeat Song Jie, who had a sharp sword in his hand, with just his bare fists. Unless he deliberately wanted to test the solidity of his Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Cultivation again, daring to use his own hands and fingers to grab the opponent's swift and deadly ancient sword.

  Although the outcome may not be too bad, there is also a great possibility that Song Jie will use all his strength to make an unstoppable move, cutting through skin and flesh, making Sha Nan's seven acupuncture points seem even more miserable.

  So, Wang Chan decided not to continue entangling with the other party and end the battle as soon as possible.

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  "Go!"

  With a loud shout, Wang Chan used his newly refined "Tai Bai Jing Qi". The sound was followed by two white lights shooting out of his mouth. In an instant, the large expanse of sparkling light in front of him was shattered into a celestial rain of stars, scattering everywhere.

  At the same time, these two chi-long Taibai Jingqi revolved left and right, like a sword light dancing, and simultaneously struck the body of the Songwen Gujian, only hitting a "ding" sound, like big pearls and small pearls falling onto a jade plate, golden sounds and jade moisture.

  The horizontal and vertical flying swordsmanship, which was as swift as a fairy from heaven, was suddenly interrupted and scattered midway.

  If Song Jie's swordsmanship is like a silver bottle bursting, an iron cavalry charging out, unstoppable and revealing its sharp edges. Then Wang Chan's two Taibai Jingqi are like entering the Qingming, breaking through the rhinoceros, reaching the clouds, wandering outside the nine heavens, with no shadow or shape, able to cut off all strong things in the world.

  The sword's momentum was abruptly interrupted, and Song Jie's face turned pale with fright. For the first time in his life, he felt cold sweat all over his body, and his scalp went numb. He only felt that his eyes were as if he had fallen into an ice cave naked, and in his fright, it seemed like his teeth were about to chatter uncontrollably, making a "ge ge ge" sound.

  Although he was in a panic, Song Jie, after all, was also a descendant of a famous family. As a master swordsman who had received guidance from a superior, he instinctively withdrew his body, flicked his wrist, and retrieved the ancient sword. It stuck to his forearm, with the tip pointing upwards, humming with a sound like a dragon coiling around a tiger.

  Wudang "Mi Jia Cang Bing Jian"!

  Translation: Wudang's "Secret Armour Conceals Soldier Sword"!

  This sword is held in the body, seemingly hidden in the chest, without moving knives and guns, but actually the force is still infused in the sword body, hidden but not leaked.

  With just a slight change, it immediately becomes "Leaf Bottom Piercing Flower" Dan Feng Chao Yang momentum.

  It is a move in Wudang swordsmanship that uses defense as offense. A move that turns defeat into victory and seeks life from death.

  Song Jie clearly knew that the two white lights that Wang Chan had just sprayed from his mouth had already pierced two holes the size of mung beans on his treasured ancient sword, Songwen Gujian. This move was like the legendary swordsmen, Jingjing Er and Kongkong Er, who could spit out sword pellets and strike with precision. If he wasn't mistaken, this was also a skill of the legendary Sword Immortal, far surpassing his own sword skills by several hundred times.

  Nowadays, the swordsmanship of Xian is only inherited by two factions in Wudang and Qingcheng Mountains. Song Jie couldn't guess how Wang Chan had such skills, but at this critical moment, he didn't have any time to speculate or suspect. Wang Chan's Tai Bai Jing Qi suddenly burst out, instantly sweeping away all the competitive thoughts in Song Jie's mind, leaving only the idea of quickly escaping and not resisting.

  However, in front of Wang Chan, no one could leave without his consent. Not even the same level of fist masters or high-ranking officials dared to do so, let alone Song Jie, who was already flustered and at a loss for words.

  Wang Chan's arm shook and trembled, and from a distance of five or six feet away, it suddenly stretched out, as if his two arms could stretch and retract like rubber. His large hand reached out and directly grabbed onto the target, which was Song Jie's wrist that held the sword.

  Song Jie was shocked and quickly retreated, trying to get rid of Wang Chan's entanglement. However, Wang Chan had previously practiced martial arts with Lei Ting and had a good understanding of the Wudang Jiugong Bagua Sword. By applying this knowledge, he exchanged several moves with Song Jie, although the time was short, but he gained some insight into Song Jie's Danpai swordsmanship.

  With a flick of his wrist, he was even more confident, and with a single strike of the Taibai Essence, he defeated Song Jie's sword. After that, he didn't use it again, and with two swift movements, he withdrew the Taibai Essence's energy. Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to move at all - within a ten-meter radius, just a thought would be enough, and Song Jie wouldn't have been able to survive for even a moment longer.

  A tiger's claw-like grasp, incredibly swift and direct, broke through the spatial constraints. The five fingers barely touched Song Jie's wrist, and Song Jie felt a chill in his heart, hastily moving his wrist to force Wang Chan to defend himself, using the tactic of "surrounding Wei to rescue Zhao". However, Wang Chan was unlike anyone else, having no habit of holding back, nor would he treat any match as a mere sparring session. As soon as Song Jie's hand moved, Wang Chan twisted his wrist in the next instant. Following that, with one grab and one press, he crushed Song Jie's entire palm without hesitation.

  Crack! A cracking sound entered his ears, Song Jie let out a muffled groan, his wrist was completely shattered, and he could no longer hold onto the treasured sword. The Xuanwen ancient sword changed hands in an instant, falling into Wang Chan's hands.

  In the past, swordsmen always had the saying that "when the sword is gone, the person is gone". Although in modern times, no one is willing to follow the rules of ancient swordsmen anymore, when Song Jie saw his treasured sword fall into Wang Chan's hands, his face immediately turned ashen.

  In addition to the palm of his hand that held the sword, it was now crushed by Wang Chan's grip, and the phalanges, metacarpals, and wrist bones were all comminuted fractures. Even with modern medical technology, even if he could be treated with excellent surgery to reconnect them, it would definitely not be possible to fully recover. For a swordsman, the most important thing is the palm of the hand that holds the sword, and once the fingers and wrist are damaged, affecting flexibility, it's equivalent to ruining his entire swordsmanship.

  At this time, Song Jie was so desperate that he had given up his previous plan to escape with his life. His face turned bright red as blood rushed to his head, and suddenly he took a deep breath, raised his left hand, formed a sword-like shape with his fingers, and charged at Wang Chan's chest, fiercely poking towards Wang Chan's eyeballs.

  He knew that Wang Chan's external school hard work was more powerful than Lei Feng, so he simply gave up all defense and fought to the death to abolish one of Wang Chan's eyes and vent his anger.

  Facing Song Jie's crazy attack, Wang Chan didn't dodge, but instead held up his Songwen ancient sword with one hand and clenched the other into a phoenix-eye fist, raising his elbow to block. A punch landed squarely on his chest.

  Before Song Jie could even react, Wang Chan's ferocious "Black Tiger Pierces the Heart" had already landed heavily on his chest.

  With a loud crash, Song Jie was knocked flying over three feet high, crackling and popping sounds of bones shattering like firecrackers, his body involuntarily flew backward, while he was still in mid-air, a column of blood spurted out from his mouth like a fountain.

  "Oh no, don't move, Wang Chan!"

  Just as Song Jie was about to fly back, Wang Chan was about to pounce on him and end his life once and for all. Suddenly, both of his ears moved at the same time, as if he had heard something. He then heard a cry of surprise from behind him, accompanied by the sound of metal machinery, like the sound of a bullet being chambered, with the safety catch released.

  Since coming down from the mountain, in just half a month's time, Wang Chan had been coerced by large-caliber firearms and other lethal weapons several times, so he was most sensitive to firearms. Therefore, as soon as he heard the sound coming from behind him, he immediately knew that someone was pointing a gun at him.

  In an instant, the hairs on his back stood up, and a sense of danger surged to his head. Wang's body immediately ducked down, then pounced forward, catching up with Song Jie who had not yet landed. One hand grabbed his waist, the other pinched his throat, spinning around like a whirlwind. At the same time, he also used Song Jie as a human shield in front of himself.

  Then, Wang Chan's other hand also grasped the ancient sword in his hand, accumulating strength and waiting to be released. His throat let out a series of tiger roars. He seemed like a trapped beast, ready to pounce on his enemy at any moment.

  When it comes to martial arts and fist techniques, Wang Chan wouldn't dare say he's invincible in the world, but towards any opponent, from his heart outwards, he was fearless, daring to fight and kill. However, guns were a different story, equivalent to the hidden weapons and bows of the past Jianghu, but with a power that was a hundred times stronger, posing a mortal threat to anyone. This act of threatening from behind with a gun had already touched Wang Chan's taboo. In an instant, he twisted his waist and turned his head back. A surge of murderous aura burst forth from his heart, unstoppable.

  "Wang Chan, you mustn't act rashly! Song Jie is also a member of our National Security Bureau, he came to find you just to exchange martial arts skills. There's not a hint of malice! Don't get agitated, he's already been severely injured by you. Let go of the grudge and spare his life, otherwise you'll only have to flee for your life, living in constant fear, what's the point of that?"

  Following the sound of the voice, Wang Chan immediately saw that the speaker was none other than Lei Feng, who looked anxious all over his face. Next to him stood another man, a middle-aged man with a calm and composed demeanor, like a deep and serene mountain peak. He wore a grey Zhongshan suit and stood with his hands behind his back.

  By his side, the one holding a gun was none other than Lei Feng's subordinate, also an old acquaintance of Wang Chan, Hongxielin's undercover agent Zhang Jie, alias Zhang Xiuer.

  "Wang Chan, I'm the one who helped you get out of trouble. Don't know if you can let go of the little apprentice first and talk later, I see that he's badly injured. If we delay any further, his life might be in danger!"

  This middle-aged man looked at Wang Chan's hand holding Song Jie, his face was ashen, and the fresh blood in his mouth kept dripping down. His chest caved inward by a large chunk, and his complexion twitched involuntarily, but he didn't make any other movements that would cause Wang Chan to misunderstand him. He simply stretched out his hand and snatched the pistol from Zhang Xiuer's hand, throwing it far away to show that he had no hostile intentions.

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