CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42: YOU CAN’T WATCH THIS!

"Rip!" A crisp sound.

The young girl clinging to Zhang Feng’s ankle actually tore her own shirt open from the middle!

Seeing this, Zhang Feng was really fired up!

But he couldn’t help but shout:

"You all saw it! This wasn’t me, she tore the clothes herself!"

The two thugs rushing over with sharp weapons were stunned upon hearing this:

"Is he talking to us?"

"What should we have seen?"

Forget it, let’s kill this kid first!

"Die, you brat!!!"

"Ugh—"

The two men rushed toward Zhang Feng with ferocity.

Zhang Feng was just about holding it together as the girl clutched his leg.

But now the girl was actually trying to pull down his pants!

Good heavens!

In the middle of a fight at night, he couldn’t let that happen!

He could only hurriedly grab his waistband and said distressingly to the girl at his feet:

"No, miss, calm down!"

"Get a grip! It’s been ten years since the ant walking competition...."

However, before Zhang Feng finished speaking.

A cold flash appeared in front of him.

A Tetanus Blade was already swinging towards his body.

There was no choice, Zhang Feng could only push both palms forward to block the weapon.

With a "Ding!" a crisp sound rang out.

"Crack!" another sound followed.

The second thug’s machete, which was supposed to firmly hit Zhang Feng’s arm, shattered with sparks flying!

He unexpectedly had a fiery display, breaking on the spot!

"Stomp, stomp, stomp!"

The second thug was forced back three steps by the recoil, his pupils bulging as if he’d seen a ghost.

Looking at his right hand in disbelief.

He found tiny traces of blood imprinted on the web between his thumb and forefinger!

"This can’t be right..."

Even he was confused.

"Did I just strike his arm? How is his arm harder than stone, snapping my knife?"

"Or did I miss..."

"Probably hit a car frame..."

Of course, he didn’t first assume a human could use their flesh to withstand such force.

At this moment, Zhang Feng’s "tragic" scream rang out:

"Someone save me!!!"

This voice startled both the second and third thug simultaneously.

As the third thug looked at Zhang Feng, he exclaimed:

"What the hell, why are his pants down?!"

Indeed, when Zhang Feng stopped their assault, his hands had left his waistband hadn’t they?

With a "swish".

The drug-addled young girl succeeded!

Not just the outer pants, but because it was summer, what he wore inside was loose, so...

Zhang Feng’s usually thick-skinned face turned red.

He expressed that, since becoming a cultivator, enforcing justice and conquering evil for so many years,

he’d never encountered such an embarrassing scene in any confrontation.

But the blushing Zhang Feng didn’t notice the similarly flushed second and third thugs.

They each spit once, and the third thug sneered:

"Damn! Why does this kid look like a donkey?"

"But it’s perfect, we can sell him for a good price!"

Goddammit...

People buy that kind of stuff?!

At this point, Zhang Feng was on the verge of breaking down.

Because the young girl who tugged his pants down was now approaching with pouty red lips!

"Damn!"

Zhang Feng was shocked.

"Stop!!"

Quickly lifting a foot.

With a "thump!" kicked the girl’s chest.

The girl yelped in pain, tumbling away.

Having to use force against an innocent ordinary girl was Zhang Feng’s last resort after all.

Who’d have thought this girl was proficient in music!

Playing instruments like the zither or the flute required focus, not distractions like this!

At this slight pause.

Zhang Feng hurriedly pulled up his pants!

With a "whoosh!" jumped off the van, not forgetting to quickly shut the van door.

A "bang bang bang!" sound emanated constantly from within, as if, in an apocalypse, there’d be a zombie inside.

Zhang Feng’s face, still flushed with embarrassment.

Looking at the standing second and third thug, Zhang Feng sourly said:

"Did you both see just now?"

The second and third thugs exchanged a glance, then the third thug grinned viciously:

"Of course, kid, have to admit your foundation is really impressive!"

"Relax, we’ll find you a good buyer and fetch a good price!"

"Pfft—" at hearing this, Zhang Feng almost spat old blood.

Even though they were all men, even though Zhang Feng used public toilets and baths,

in an environment like this, letting two thugs who wanted to fight him see—who could tolerate it!

No way....

Zhang Feng looked up, his eyes flashing a vicious gleam as he coldly said to the two:

"I’ll give you a chance to forget what you just saw, or I’ll beat you into amnesia myself!"

The third and second thug were both stunned.

But then they simultaneously surged forward, with the second thug growling:

"Kid, at death’s door and still talking tough?!"

"Face reality! Dare to fight us? Fool’s dream! Die!"

It was already unclear how many times they’d repeated such words, like a broken record!

But this time, they flanked Zhang Feng from left and right, aiming to seize him fully.

It seemed like they were determined to capture Zhang Feng once and for all!

In their eyes, Zhang Feng stood there motionlessly.

Like a lamb to the slaughter!

Even the third thug’s vicious expression bore a hint of anticipation.

As if he expected to kill Zhang Feng, dismember, and then with gunpowder, profit massively!

His slightly rusty dagger turned into a gleaming weapon in his hand.

A "buzz!" softly sounded, mercilessly blinding Zhang Feng.

But just when it was two inches from the corner of Zhang Feng’s eye.

With a "pop!" his arm stopped mid-air, completely motionless.

While Zhang Feng merely nonchalantly clutched the dagger with two fingers.

Yet this seemingly effortless gesture made the thug unable to move an inch.

"What?!"

The third thug’s pupils instantly dilated, his eyes flashing disbelief.

"Die!!!"

Meanwhile, the second thug, not noticing this, swung his fist fiercely, heading right for Zhang Feng’s face.

But Zhang Feng still didn’t dodge.

Only applied slight force with the two fingers holding the dagger.

"Whoa!!"

The third thug screamed instantly, realizing the scene around him was rapidly retreating, the wind whistling in his ears, and his feet left the ground!

While Zhang Feng, with just two fingers, flung the third thug in a semicircular arc through the air.

Round and forcefully toward his side.

With a "thud!" a dull sound echoed.

The second thug’s fist dropped instantly, just 0.01 centimeters from Zhang Feng’s cheek.

With a "poof!"

The two live bodies crashed to the ground like sandbags.

Especially the woeful second thug, seemingly embedded into the earth by the impact.

No telling how many ribs broke.

Blood dribbled from mouth and nose as he rolled his eyes and fell unconscious.

"Ugh—" Was the groan from the third thug’s mouth.

"Impossible!!!"

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