Chapter 121: Lu Qing Steps In — A Fist So Brutal It Shatters Everything!

Black Wolf’s punch was ferocious—his entire body surged with blood and qi, bursting forth like a caged beast unleashed, terrifying in its intensity. Ma Gu felt his heart freeze.

He hadn’t expected Black Wolf to strike so suddenly. Already weakened by a shoulder injury that hadn’t fully healed, he couldn’t possibly withstand such a blow. Without hesitation, he stomped his foot hard into the ground and shot backward, narrowly avoiding the onslaught.

Boom!

The punch missed—its shockwave ripped through the air, sending Xiao Tian and the others staggering back, their faces pale with shock.

"Interesting…" Black Wolf narrowed his eyes, surprised that Ma Gu had actually dodged his near-sneak attack. But once he’d started, he wasn’t backing down. With a powerful lunge, he charged forward, unleashing another punch straight at Ma Gu’s chest.

Now, Ma Gu had nowhere left to retreat. Behind him stood the tightly shut gate of the courtyard.

As Black Wolf’s fist loomed ever closer, Ma Gu gritted his teeth. With no choice, he raised his uninjured right hand, preparing to block the blow head-on.

In that moment, regret flooded him. He’d rushed out too hastily—hadn’t brought his War Blade with him. If only he had, he wouldn’t be in this desperate situation.

Black Wolf was far stronger than him. Even if he managed to block the punch, his right arm would likely be shattered.

Seeing Ma Gu actually attempt to intercept his fist, Black Wolf’s eyes gleamed with cruel delight. He was about to unleash his full power—crushing Ma Gu’s arm to pulp—when suddenly, a piercing whistle sliced through the air beside his ear.

A chilling sense of danger surged through his skull, making his scalp tingle.

Black Wolf froze. Without a second thought, he withdrew his punch, twisted his body, and swung back with a furious blow toward the source of the threat.

Peng!

Dust exploded into the air as a fist-sized stone shattered into fragments. Shrapnel flew in all directions, striking several unlucky members of the Black Wolf Gang. They screamed in agony, blood pouring from gashes on their heads.

But Black Wolf didn’t care. Though he’d shattered the stone, his arm trembled violently, his fist throbbing with pain—blood oozing from the knuckles.

The force contained in that stone… was astonishing. It matched the power of his own full-force punch!

"Who’s there?!" Black Wolf’s voice boomed, eyes darting toward the tree where Lu Qing had hidden.

A calm chuckle rang out.

"Well, well… didn’t expect to run into scum from the Black Wolf Gang here. What a delightful surprise."

A figure stepped onto the treetop, silhouetted against the sky.

"Lu Qing brother?!" Ma Gu, still reeling from the near-death experience, looked up in shock.

"Lu Xiao Langjun?!" Xiao Tian and the others stared, stunned, at the figure on the branch.

"Lu Qing brother… Lu Xiao Langjun?" Black Wolf’s eyes narrowed, scanning the figure on the tree. When he saw Lu Qing’s face, his heart jolted.

How could this be? The boy looked barely more than a teenager. Yet he’d just unleashed a stone strike that rivaled Black Wolf’s own strength.

Black Wolf strained to sense Lu Qing’s cultivation level—but the boy’s qi was completely suppressed, utterly undetectable. He couldn’t read a thing.

The other members of the Black Wolf Gang stirred in confusion. None of them had expected their boss’s attacker to be such a young boy.

Black Wolf’s mind raced with suspicion. "Boy, who the hell are you?"

"An enemy," Lu Qing replied calmly, standing atop the tree. "You were looking for the ones who destroyed Kuai Hua Village, weren’t you? That was me."

The words hit like a thunderclap. The Black Wolf Gang members erupted in outrage.

"You?!" Black Wolf’s gaze hardened. "What grudge do we have with you? Why would you slaughter an entire village? Don’t you think your methods are too cruel?"

"Too cruel?" Lu Qing smirked. "It seems you Black Wolf Gang have no idea what evil you’ve committed."

He sighed. "Forget it. There’s no point arguing with vermin like you. You’re nothing but beasts wearing human skin."

"You dare?!" The Black Wolf Gang members roared, furious. In the city, they’d always ruled with arrogance—no one had ever dared speak to them like this.

One of them, a master of hidden weapons, instantly drew a dagger and hurled it at Lu Qing. "Get down here, brat!"

The dagger shot forward like a bolt of lightning—so fast it vanished in an instant, aimed straight for Lu Qing’s head.

Lu Qing didn’t flinch. With a flick of his fingers, he caught the dagger mid-air.

"Here’s your gift!" he said, and with a flash of white light, the dagger was sent flying back.

No one saw it move. One moment it was gone—then a scream echoed through the air.

They turned back. The man who’d thrown the dagger was lying dead on the ground, his throat torn open in a wide gash. A single dagger lay embedded in the dirt beside him—the very same one he’d thrown.

"Eight Deputy Leader!"

"Old Eight!"

"Brother Eight!"

The gang members cried out in horror. But the fallen man could no longer respond. His eyes bulged in terror, his throat gurgling, unable to speak. After a few agonizing seconds, his body went still, his legs straightening out—dead.

"Eight Deputy Leader!" Black Wolf’s voice cracked with grief. Seeing his sworn brother fall, fury surged through him.

He glared at Lu Qing. "You little bastard… you’re ruthless. If I don’t skin you alive, cut off your limbs, hang you in the sun for seven days, and then torture every single one of your family and friends to death… may I never call myself a man!"

Black Wolf’s face was crimson, his eyes bloodshot, every word bitten out between clenched teeth. The look in his eyes was pure, feral hunger—like a beast ready to devour.

Ma Gu and the others shivered. They knew Black Wolf was at the edge of madness.

Xiao Tian and the others trembled. They knew full well—Black Wolf meant every word. In the city, he was a madman. He’d do anything, go to any length. The Black Wolf Gang followed his same ruthless, vengeful nature—brutal, unpredictable, and utterly merciless.

That was why, despite not being the strongest, they held the unofficial title of the top gang in the western district. Few dared cross them.

Now, Lu Xiao Langjun had just provoked the madmen. There would be no mercy. Only blood.

"Right! Boss, capture him! Torture him to death for Eight Deputy Leader and Nine Deputy Leader!"

"Find out where his family is—bring them all here and make them suffer!"

The gang members roared, their fear replaced by bloodlust. They charged forward, ready to tear Lu Qing apart.

Lu Qing didn’t even blink. He gave a cold, mocking smile.

"Is that all you Black Wolf Gang thugs can do? Threaten with the same empty words? I remember Zhai Xin Lang said the same thing—then I cut off his head."

"Good. Good!" Black Wolf’s voice was raw with rage. He no longer cared about the past. Nothing mattered now but crushing this boy.

"Bring him down!"

The order rang out.

One after another, the gang members attacked. Those skilled with hidden weapons unleashed their daggers. Archers drew their bows, firing arrows. Even those without weapons grabbed stones and dirt from the ground, hurling them with all their might.

A storm of projectiles rained down upon the tree.

They’d seen Lu Qing’s skill with hidden weapons earlier—but they didn’t believe he could survive this.

And indeed, Lu Qing didn’t try to block. He simply curled his body, vanishing from the treetop.

In an instant, he reappeared on the ground below—safe, untouched.

But waiting for him was Black Wolf.

"Dead!" Black Wolf had expected the attack to fail. His goal was only to force Lu Qing down. And now, seeing him land, he grinned.

With Lu Qing still airborne, his feet not yet touching the ground—no chance to gather strength—Black Wolf unleashed his most devastating strike.

His fist flew forward, eyes filled with cruelty. If this hit, even a Jin Gu Jing cultivator would be shattered—bones crushed, body ruptured. Death was certain.

But Lu Qing remained calm.

He extended both hands, lightly resting his fingers on Black Wolf’s forearm. Then, with a smooth, fluid motion, he twisted and pulled, using the momentum of the punch to glide backward—landing on the ground with perfect balance.

Impossible!

Black Wolf stared, eyes wide with disbelief. How could this boy have so easily dodged—and deflected his full-power punch?

More shocking still—after the exchange, Black Wolf still couldn’t sense a thing. Lu Qing’s qi was sealed tight, hidden from view. He was a complete mystery.

What kind of monster is this?

"Hand-to-hand combat?" Lu Qing studied Black Wolf, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Perfect. I’ve been curious about martial arts lately. You’ll do nicely as a practice partner."

"Arrogant brat!" Black Wolf exploded. This boy’s words were like knives—each one cutting deeper than the last.

If he didn’t kill this boy today, he’d never be able to sleep again. Every memory of this humiliation would burn his soul.

With a roar, he charged forward again.

He refused to believe a mere child could match his decades of cultivation. Such a thing was impossible—especially in this remote backwater.

Black Wolf’s movement was swift and brutal—his body twisting with the grace of a predator, hands clawing like a wolf king pouncing on prey.

This was his signature technique—Black Wolf Fist.

A legendary martial art passed down from a mysterious Nei Fu Jing master from the Western Frontier. The man had spent decades observing the wolves of the grasslands, crafting a fighting style that was merciless, dominant, and utterly ruthless.

Mastered fully, it could even unlock the elusive Inner Organs Realm—a dream of countless martial cultivators.

Black Wolf had met the master in his youth. Through cunning lies and false charm, he’d won the man’s trust and became his sole disciple.

For three years, he served the master faithfully—until he finally received the true teachings.

And then, he revealed his true nature.

Having long despised serving, he poisoned the master during lunch—using a rare, deadly toxin he’d spent months preparing.

The master collapsed instantly, his inner organs ravaged. His strength reduced to less than a tenth.

Black Wolf struck without mercy—breaking the man’s arms and legs, torturing him for days, until finally slicing off his head after three days of screaming curses.

After killing the master, Black Wolf stole everything—secrets, pills, scrolls—and vanished into the wilderness.

In the remote village of Cang County, he used the stolen knowledge to train relentlessly, rising to great power and founding the Black Wolf Gang.

It was this very Black Wolf Fist that had earned him his fame, allowing him to dominate the western district.

Now, facing Lu Qing, he was confident—no one could stand against his decades of mastery.

He danced forward with eerie precision, his claws slashing through the air in a deadly arc—aiming straight for Lu Qing’s throat.

"Come on!" Lu Qing’s voice was calm.

He didn’t retreat—he charged forward.

In an instant, his body erupted with power. Qi surged through him, making the air crackle. He dropped his shoulders, twisted his body, and stamped his foot—shaking the earth beneath.

His right fist shot out like a thunderbolt, aimed straight at Black Wolf’s heart.

Mighty Tiger Fist — Tiger’s Heart Strike!

Roar!

The punch roared with a power ten times greater than Black Wolf’s. A faint, ghostly tiger’s roar echoed through the air, amplified by the ground-shaking impact.

"What?!"

Lu Qing’s attack was incredible—beyond anything Black Wolf could imagine.

Before he could react, his claws were still inches from Lu Qing’s throat—when his heart exploded with pain.

A torrent of blood burst from his mouth. He was thrown backward, crashing into the very tree Lu Qing had stood on earlier. Leaves rained down like snow.

His chest was pierced clean through—front to back.

The wound was a gaping, empty hole.

(End of Chapter)

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