127: Chapter 124 Weapons? I know how!

"Eleven."

Li Changsheng exhaled softly and flicked away the remaining stub of his cigarette.

Just then, a series of rapid footsteps sounded from not far away, and a large group of men and women dressed in all sorts of different clothes rushed out.

Looking at their attire and appearance, although their clothing had become more casual, he recognized their faces; he had seen many of them from afar in the village over the past few days.

"Eight, ten... twenty..."

Seeing nearly twenty people, Li Changsheng felt a slight jolt in his heart. It wasn't that he feared the numbers, but rather that the situation was not as expected.

It was true that only twenty-five people had been seen entering and exiting, but those were just the ones out scouting for information. In reality, it was unknown exactly how many people were here, but it was definitely at least twenty-five.

So many people?

But the good news was that the weapons they held were all cold weapons—either kitchen knives from the hotel or iron bars; they were all things that were easy to obtain.

Thinking about it carefully, it made sense. Getting so many people through security was an issue, and any firearms they had must have been obtained through special means. It was understandable if they could produce a few, but producing this many all at once would be abnormal.

"Weapons, huh."

The corridor was long and quite spacious. Although this hotel only had around a hundred guest rooms, the service standards were very high-end.

Both sides of the corridor were lined with closed guest rooms, but at this moment, the twenty people were already holding their weapons and cautiously approaching.

Li Changsheng scanned his surroundings and quickly found a mop in the corner.

Bracing the mop, he kicked it hard with his toe, snapping off the end that held the mop head and revealing some jagged wooden splinters.

He weighed it in his hand, then immediately flourished it with a spear-style spin.

"A bit light, a bit short, a bit thick, but it will barely suffice."

Li Changsheng smiled faintly; he knew how to use weapons!

Although it wasn't as handy as using his fists, how could someone who knew Baji Quan not know a few spear techniques?

Baji Quan was born from the spear, and the elbow acts like a spear tip.

Few people knew that Master Li Shuwen was not only skilled in Baji Quan but even more skilled in spear techniques. He even had the reputation of "No second strike for a hard fist, Master Li Shuwen the Divine Spear."

The Baji Liuhe Spear was divided into the "Liuhe Great Spear" and the "Liuhe Fancy Spear." When the System transmitted the memories of Baji Quan, it included plenty of information on the Baji Liuhe Spear.

The only thing missing was practical spear combat experience. However, for someone like Li Changsheng, who had practiced Baji Quan until it was ingrained in his very bones, the spear was simply an extension of his body.

The only regret was that this 'spear' was not very comfortable to use!

However, in ancient times, the spear was known as the "King of All Weapons" and focused on practical combat; it was not comparable to the flashy and elegant weapons like the sword.

The sword focused more on one-on-one combat, but in Li Changsheng's view, assuming equal proficiency in sword and spear techniques, the spear still held a massive advantage.

The saying "an inch longer is an inch stronger, an inch shorter is an inch more dangerous" was no joke.

Moreover, it wasn't just Baji Quan; the same applied to Xingyi Fist. Xingyi Fist also had its own tradition of the Liuhe Spear, and the two complemented each other. Even though Li Changsheng hadn't engaged in much practical spear combat, the principles of fists and spears were connected, allowing him to perform exceptionally well.

"Ureh!"

He heard one of them let out a roar, and the twenty people rushed toward Li Changsheng like a tidal wave.

Li Changsheng was poised and ready, gripping his spear tightly. The next moment, he saw the few people in the lead flick their hands, and as Li Changsheng sniffed the air, he smelled a pungent odor.

"Quicklime!"

Li Changsheng's reaction was extremely swift; almost the instant he smelled it, he realized something was wrong and quickly closed his eyes.

These Japanese scoundrels didn't care about martial ethics, but in a life-or-death struggle, such things didn't matter. The moment he closed his eyes, his figure spun back, and one hand violently yanked at his jacket.

He used a spinning escape trick, quickly shedding his suit jacket, spinning it in the air, and immediately wrapping it around his head.

He followed up with a side roll, his body rapidly rolling backward on the corridor carpet, avoiding the quicklime powder while simultaneously evading the many slashes from blades and strikes from clubs.

As he completed his fifth roll, his legs suddenly exerted force, his waist straightened, and he performed a kip-up to get back on his feet instantly. His legs moved rapidly, stepping on the ground continuously as he sprang up like an agile monkey.

He kicked off the side of the wall, using the momentum. The instant his soles pressed against the wall, his figure spun in mid-air, thrusting forward as his spear moved rapidly.

It was a "Returning Horse Spear" technique executed with the momentum of his leap. The spear, just over a meter long, was still too short, but with the force of his kick and charge, he leaped four or five meters forward, quickly thrusting toward the throat of the person in the lead.

Whoosh!

A whistling sound of the spear-staff piercing through the air resonated.

Immediately following that, a very slight cracking sound rang out—a windpipe had been pierced. The person who had been struck seemed to have had all their muscles and bones removed; their legs went limp, and they fell forward instantly, with their chest and abdomen emitting strange gurgling sounds.

The wooden splinter, combined with Li Changsheng's Integrated Force, would have caved in a steel pipe, let alone a windpipe.

Ever since Li Changsheng had practiced Baji Quan and Xingyi Fist to such a profound level that they were ingrained in his bones, the moment he gripped the spear shaft, it felt like an extension of his arm and elbow.

The spear tip felt like a punch thrown; it hit exactly where he aimed. If it were too long, he might need more practice, because the longer the shaft, the softer and more flexible it became, making it harder to control—though when used well, it was even more unstoppable.

A shaft of over a meter made of this hard wood hit exactly where he aimed; within five meters, he was guaranteed to hit the throat with every thrust!

The current situation was extremely perilous; dealing with a few opponents was incomparable to dealing with dozens.

This was what they meant by "two fists cannot defeat four hands." Sometimes, even if your kung fu is high, when there are too many people, you only have two arms and two legs, and there will always be openings in your back.

Moreover, after dealing with this group, the other group was also moving. Therefore, at this moment, Li Changsheng was filled with intense Battle Intent and boiling killing intent, yet his brain remained exceptionally sharp.

Even without using Hidden Energy, every hair on his body stood on end like a bristling feline. Everything around him was clearly transmitted to his ears and eyes, and he became extremely sensitive to the slightest disturbance.

He thrust the spear again, striking three times as fast as a storm.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

He saw another three people's legs go limp, their weapons clattering as they dropped to the floor, their bodies falling uncontrollably, and they continued to twitch after hitting the ground.

With such devastating damage to their windpipes, not even a god could save them.

By this time, the quicklime in the air had dissipated quite a bit, but Li Changsheng still narrowed his eyes slightly, cautiously observing the group.

He could keenly perceive that the group's pace had slowed slightly, and the way they looked at him was no longer purely ferocious and crazy, but carried a hint of rationality and a faint trace of fear.

If this were a Gang fight and these people were just hired thugs, they would have already turned tail and run, especially since four people had died in such a short time.

But these people were special individuals who had been thoroughly brainwashed. Li Changsheng also knew that this was far from the point where they would panic and flee in desperation.

But this was exactly what he wanted to see.

Street brawls are about who has the loudest voice and the most people.

Gang fights are about who is the most ruthless and who is willing to risk their life.

But right now...