169: Chapter 166 Within Reach of Each Other, They Are Enemies

With a metallic clang, a spray of blood erupted from the man's face. He collapsed stiffly, and midway through his fall, his gun fired a shot unconsciously, though it was pointed straight at the sky.

Bang!

The fierce Mexican fell to the ground, motionless. Seeing this, the group hiding behind him froze in shock.

Third Master was also hiding behind a pickup truck. Seeing this, he hurriedly looked toward Li Changsheng, only to see the young man rushing out without a word.

"Holy shit!"

This sight gave the old man a fright. He waved his arms frantically and shouted, "Hey, don't go out..."

Before he could finish, a continuous barrage of gunfire erupted.

Li Changsheng was incredibly fast, reaching a car in the middle in an instant. The bullets all missed, but simultaneously, two muffled groans rang out.

Bang! Bang!

Third Master had seen everything in his long life, but he was truly stunned now.

In the moment the young man rushed over, he vaguely saw him throw two small objects—he didn't know what they were—but immediately afterward, two men on the other side fell.

Bullets? No! It couldn't be bullets; even a suppressed pistol couldn't be that silent.

The other side was clearly agitated now. There were nearly forty or fifty Mexicans who had come over, and for the duration of the firefight, they had been suppressing the Xia people inside.

A few had fallen during the exchange, but the Xia people on the other side were more numerous, thanks to the first surprise attack that caught them off guard.

Don't imagine Gang fighting to be overly professional; in reality, everyone cherishes their lives.

Once the initial surprise attack passed, minutes could go by without anyone dying; firing a gun was mostly a matter of chance.

But what exactly had just happened?

The Mexicans were chattering away. Li Changsheng couldn't understand their gibberish. He stretched his legs slightly, took a deep breath, and dashed out again the next moment.

With a fierce stamp of his foot, the cement floor cracked visibly, and his figure shot out like a sharp arrow.

Third Master could only watch helplessly as the young man rushed out of cover again. He swore he had never seen such a fighting style in his entire life.

Without any protective gear, wearing just casual clothes, and seemingly without any weapons, he dared to challenge a group of gunmen.

Even the toughest enforcers of the past didn't seem this fierce.

Hearing the rapid footsteps, several Mexicans poked their heads out to fire, but before they could aim, they felt their bodies being struck by some immense force.

It felt like being hit by a high-kinetic energy bullet; the massive force sent them flying backward, and at first, there was no pain at all.

But this illusion lasted only an instant; when the pain arrived, they were already near death.

Bang! Bang!

Watching two more guys who poked their heads out fall instantly, Third Master gaped, unable to speak.

His mind was a mess. The scene before him was something he had witnessed with his own eyes, yet it felt unreal, like watching a superhero movie.

And the Mexicans, who had been fierce and menacing just a second ago, were now all playing along with the young man's act.

Of course, if this were acting, Third Master felt there was no need for an Oscar committee; he would personally award them the Best Supporting Actor award.

Hearing the footsteps drawing closer, the Mexicans hiding behind the cars spoke more frantically, clearly panicked to the extreme.

They didn't even know what the enemy in front of them was using to kill, and how could this person be so fast?

Gritting their teeth, seven or eight of them poked their heads out at once and fired wildly in the direction of the footsteps.

But after several shots, there was no one there.

"Where is he?"

"Ah!"

Just as they were suspicious, a scream came from the side. A companion went flying backward like a sandbag; the man had already charged into their hiding spot.

They became even more panicked. Fire? No! These were their own people; what if they hit someone by mistake?

People have an extreme fear of the unknown.

The pressure Li Changsheng had applied from the beginning was immense; his movements, which were impossible to follow, and his ability to kill easily with unknown means shrouded him in a layer of mystery.

And now that this person had appeared before them, the direct psychological pressure was even greater.

It was a common Xia face, but with sharper features and very calm eyes. Yet, at this moment, the calmer his gaze, the more the pressure multiplied.

Bang, bang, bang!

In the end, they couldn't withstand the psychological pressure; someone fired, and it quickly became a collective action.

The sound of gunfire was dense.

The moment he felt the gunfire, Li Changsheng's internal Qi exploded. With a burst of explosive power from his legs, he followed up with an Iron Mountain Lean.

In almost an instant, Li Changsheng crossed three meters and slammed into the body of the person in front, tucking his head down at the same time.

Bullets streaked past like raindrops, many striking the man behind him. Li Changsheng could feel the man trembling uncontrollably after being hit by the bullets.

Hearing the gunfire slow down slightly, before the shooting stopped completely, Li Changsheng grabbed the man by his lapels, used his feet to scoop him up, and lifted the man into his hands.

With a gentle toss, the man was thrown horizontally in front of Li Changsheng.

Boom!

A fist, whipping up a gust of wind, slammed into the man's chest—it was the power of the Crushing Fist.

The Crushing Fist rises and falls like waves, a mix of reality and illusion, whipping up the wind.

The man flew off like a human cannonball, crashing several meters backward.

Bang!

"Argh! Ah!"

Immediately, several cries of pain rang out as people were hit by the corpse.

Li Changsheng's legs moved like lightning, adopting the Monkey Style from the Twelve Forms of Xingyi. His legs advanced in a continuous chain, a single movement deciding the outcome.

The few who had narrowly dodged the flying corpse prepared to fire, but the man before them was too fast.

In a breath or two, he had charged right in front of them. The two in front wanted to fire, but at such close range, they clearly didn't understand the principle that when martial arts are mastered, within five steps, a gun is inferior to a fist.

The moment he lunged and jumped, Li Changsheng used both hands to strike, each hitting with a "Ferocious Tiger Climbs the Mountain."

Bang! Bang!

"Crack!"

His two arms, like swiftly swung iron whips, struck the tops of their heads with his elbows first, followed immediately by his hands crashing down like a windmill, striking with the fury of a tiger.

Two dull thuds followed, accompanied by the sound of cracking bones.

The two men didn't even make a sound as they collapsed limply to the ground.

The companions beside them were terrified by Li Changsheng's swiftness and leap. They wanted to fire, but Li Changsheng's agile movements made it hard for them to find an opening.

If they were well-trained soldiers, they might have locked onto the target by now, but they were a step too slow, and every step after was slower.

Just as they finally aimed and prepared to fire, Li Changsheng kicked out to the left and right, sending the two corpses—which hadn't fully collapsed yet—flying out toward the flanks.

This collision made the men on the side stumble.

Just as he was about to pursue, Li Changsheng twisted his waist, forcibly stopping his forward momentum. He pushed off with his front leg, and without caring about his image, did a side roll on the ground, quickly hiding in front of a car to the side.

Almost exactly then, a bullet grazed past his cheek.