127: Chapter 127 Wang Hao Suffers a Split Head

Seeing Wang Hao forced to charge at him, Qin Yi hooked the corners of his mouth into a playful smile, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. After backhanding a thug who attacked him, he gestured provocatively at Wang Hao and sneered, "Wang Hao, this time you were the one who attacked me first. Fists and feet have no eyes, so you'd better protect yourself. If you get hurt or crippled, don't blame me!"

To Wang Hao, these words from Qin Yi were a naked threat. However, having witnessed Qin Yi's terrifying combat prowess, Wang Hao was truly panicked inside. He looked at Qin Yi with a terrified expression, but still tried to act tough, cursing at Qin Yi, "Qin Yi, f*** you, I'm going to kill you!" As he cursed, he swung the wine bottle in his hand towards Qin Yi's head.

However, to Qin Yi, Wang Hao's street thug style of fighting was clumsy and powerless. In front of Qin Yi, Wang Hao, who possessed not a shred of Cultivation Technique or Realm, was no different from an ant.

Qin Yi shifted his body and easily dodged Wang Hao's attack.

Wang Hao missed his strike and turned to take another swing at Qin Yi, but he didn't expect Qin Yi to grab the hand holding the wine bottle with just one hand.

Wang Hao tried to break free, but Qin Yi's hand was like a clamp, unable to Move even a fraction. Seeing he couldn't break free, Wang Hao clenched his other hand into a fist, pushed off the ground, twisted his waist, and struck directly at Qin Yi's face.

Unexpectedly, before his fist could get close to Qin Yi's face, the strength Qin Yi used to hold his hand suddenly intensified. Then, a "crack" sound was heard. The wine bottle in Wang Hao's hand shattered instantly, with glass shards flying everywhere. Many of the shards embedded directly into Wang Hao's flesh, and blood gushed out immediately. The pampered Wang Hao couldn't handle such pain and immediately wailed "ow, ow," his face instantly turning as pale as paper.

"Ah! F***! Qin Yi, let me go! Otherwise, otherwise I will never let you off!" Wang Hao cursed and struggled violently, trying to break free from Qin Yi's restraint.

"Hmph," Qin Yi snorted, his eyes full of contempt and mockery. "Wang Hao, is this all the ability you have to fight me? You really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!" Saying this, Qin Yi flicked his wrist, and Wang Hao stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. Before he could steady himself, Qin Yi lifted him with force, tossing Wang Hao into mid-air. Immediately after, Qin Yi raised his foot and kicked Wang Hao in the chest, sending him flying.

"Ah..." A long scream rang out. Wang Hao's whole body was like a rag sack, tracing a graceful arc in the air before slamming heavily onto the ground, smashing several pieces of marble flooring in the Imperial Suite.

Immediately after, another sound of 'pfft' was heard from Wang Hao as he spat out a mouthful of blood, followed by his painful screams and wails.

Seeing this scene, Chen Mo, who was standing beside Brother Dao, wearing a baseball cap and arms crossed, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. His eyes flashed with a bit of curiosity and appreciation, and he muttered to himself with great interest, "This kid, his strength is quite high. Interesting. It seems this kid is already at the Mingjin Stage."

With Wang Hao as a warning, those small-time thugs who were preparing to surround them stopped in their tracks, not daring to step forward easily.

Qin Yi looked around at the crowd. Seeing that no one dared to step forward, he frowned slightly, his tone carrying a trace of impatience and contempt. He said coldly, "Come at me together. Coming one by one is really too much of a waste of time. Hurry up, once I'm done with you all, I still have to go back to sleep!"

Hearing this, Brother Dao roared furiously at his subordinates, "What the f*** are you all standing there for? Get him!"

Although everyone feared Qin Yi's skills, they dared not disobey their boss's orders even more. Exchanging glances, despite their anxiety, they tightened their grips on the wine bottles, ashtrays, and other items in their hands, braced themselves, and rushed towards Qin Yi while shouting.

Qin Yi's gaze became even colder at this moment. For a time, the sounds of fighting 'ping-pong-pang' in the Imperial Suite were incessant.

Outside the Imperial Suite, Shen Jianan listened to the commotion inside and knew that a fight had already broken out. She immediately dialed the police emergency number: "Hello, 110 Command Center. I am the captain of the Public Security Brigade of the Waitan Police Station, Shenjiang Branch. My name is Shen Jianan, badge number XXXXX. At the Imperial Suite on the third floor of the Nightlife Bar on Changle Street, a violent group fight has occurred. Please send reinforcements immediately!" After speaking, Shen Jianan hung up the phone and continued to listen nervously to the movements inside the Imperial Suite.

Just then, a loud 'bang' came. A thug was kicked flying by Qin Yi, his body slamming straight into the wall of the Imperial Suite. The thug fell to the ground wailing. Then, another 'crash' was heard, and the tempered frosted glass wall shattered in response...

Although the suites on the third floor of the Nightlife Bar were individually soundproofed, the frames of the tempered frosted glass walls were connected. The huge noise of the glass wall being shattered instantly attracted guests from other suites. People love watching the excitement, and without the obstruction of the glass wall, guests from other suites immediately noticed the anomaly inside the Imperial Suite.

What the onlookers didn't expect was that just as they gathered around, another thug was blasted out of the Imperial Suite by Qin Yi, slamming heavily onto the ground.

Seeing this, the onlookers screamed, and the scene instantly became chaotic.

Seeing the crowd running downstairs, Shen Jianan no longer hid in the shadows. She hurriedly approached, her gaze passing through the broken glass wall to look inside the Imperial Suite, checking on the situation of Qin Yi and Su Mo.

Qin Yi was currently entangled in a fight with those thugs. His movements were agile, and his strikes were just right—both disarming the thugs of their 'weapons' and leaving them with no ability to fight back.

Then, her gaze moved through the chaotic crowd, searching for Su Mo's figure.

In the corner of the Imperial Suite, Wang Hao, who had just been kicked flying by Qin Yi, coincidentally landed right at Su Mo's feet.

Su Mo's mind stirred. Looking at the wailing Wang Hao on the ground, she immediately leaned down, pretending to be concerned about Wang Hao's injuries. Her hands kept fumbling over Wang Hao's body, her tone carrying a hint of anxiety and worry, but her eyes flashed with a hint of undetectable cunning. She asked in a concerned voice, "Brother Hao, are you okay? Brother Hao, don't scare me..."

At this moment, a piercing pain came from Wang Hao's hand. Coupled with the kick he had just received from Qin Yi, his chest and abdomen were also hurting severely; he likely had several broken ribs. How could he care about answering Su Mo's question? He could only groan in pain.

Su Mo quickly found the mobile phone on Wang Hao. But just as she clutched the phone and excitedly wanted to stand up, Wang Hao seemed to have sensed something and grabbed Su Mo's wrist.

He glared at Su Mo fiercely, his voice full of anger as he cursed, "You b****, how dare you steal my phone? Do you think that if you steal my phone, I won't have any leverage on you? Do you think I'm stupid? Would I not have a backup for something so important?!"

Threatened by Wang Hao, Su Mo panicked instantly. "No, no, Brother Hao, I won't do it again... I won't do it again..." As she spoke, she hurriedly tucked the phone back into Wang Hao's pocket, tears uncontrollably welling up as she begged, "Brother Hao, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

"Begging for mercy now? Too late!" Wang Hao looked at Su Mo with disdain. While propping himself up with his arms to get up, he continued to threaten, "Damn it, you dare to play tricks on me. Once today's matter is over, I'll post all those racy photos of you online! I'm going to ruin your reputation!"

Su Mo's heart panicked, and the corner of her eye caught sight of an ashtray that had fallen at her feet.

A look of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes as she looked at Wang Hao. Somehow, she hardened her heart, and without thinking, she picked up the ashtray.

She raised the ashtray with both hands and, before Wang Hao could get up, used all her strength to smash it down onto Wang Hao's head.

With a "bang," Wang Hao was stunned, Su Mo was stunned, and even Shen Jianan, who was observing the situation from outside, was stunned.

Wang Hao looked up at Su Mo in terror, his eyes full of disbelief. He raised his hand to touch the top of his head where he had just been hit by the ashtray, and a line of blood flowed down his forehead. He looked at the blood on his hand in a panic, and shouted at Su Mo with a trembling voice, "You f***ing dare to hit me! I'll kill you today!" As he spoke, Wang Hao reached out to grab Su Mo...

"Ah!" Su Mo screamed, which instantly attracted Qin Yi's attention.

She was seen raising the ashtray in her hand high again, smashing it down with all her might...

"Su Mo, don't!" Shen Jianan shouted from outside the Imperial Suite, completely ignoring Brother Dao and Chen Mo who were still standing at the door, and rushed straight towards Su Mo.

However, Su Mo did not stop her actions because of Shen Jianan's intervention. Once... twice... Wang Hao no longer had the strength to get up. With a 'thump,' he fell to the ground, his head gushing blood, a shocking sight.

"Stop it!" Shen Jianan shouted, rushing in front of Su Mo and grabbing the ashtray from her hand.

Seeing this, Qin Yi was also worried that Su Mo might have caused a fatality. Although he wanted to teach Wang Hao a lesson, he hadn't intended to kill him. In his urgency, he kicked away the last few thugs who were still standing and hurriedly went forward to check the situation.

He used his hand to check Wang Hao's pulse and breathing, and only then did he feel a little relieved. He looked at Su Mo, his tone carrying a trace of reproach and anxiety, and shouted sternly, "Su Mo, are you crazy! If you hit him again, it will be a fatality!"

Startled by Qin Yi's shout, Su Mo finally came to her senses. Looking at Wang Hao lying on the ground, and her own blood-covered hands, she shrank into a corner in terror, trembling and crying, her voice filled with a trace of despair and fear, as she kept muttering to herself, "I killed someone... I killed someone..."

Seeing her in this state, Qin Yi's heart tightened for no reason.

He squatted down, gently patted her shoulder, and comforted her, "Su Mo, calm down. Wang Hao isn't dead, he's just temporarily passed out." As he spoke, he looked at Shen Jianan and whispered, "Officer Shen, don't just stand there, call an ambulance quickly. Maybe there's still time to save Wang Hao!"

Reminded by Qin Yi, Shen Jianan hurriedly took out her phone and dialed for an ambulance.

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Brother Dao looked at his subordinates lying all over the ground, his face instantly turning gloomy. Although he knew Qin Yi's strength was not bad, he never expected that Qin Yi's strength would be so formidable, and that so many of his subordinates would be so vulnerable in front of Qin Yi. He glared at Qin Yi, his eyes seemingly burning with raging fire, wishing he could tear Qin Yi into pieces to vent his hatred!

"Brother Mo, aren't you going to make a Move yet?" Brother Dao gritted his teeth and said in a low voice to Chen Mo, his tone filled with anxiety and anger.

Chen Mo sneered, the corners of his mouth hooking into a disdainful arc. He walked forward leisurely for two steps and said coldly, "Move aside, all of you, a bunch of trash!" Hearing this, the group of thugs trembled, hurriedly backed away, and gave up the space, their eyes full of fear.

Chen Mo looked at Qin Yi playfully, a flash of appreciation in his eyes: "Kid, I didn't expect you to have already stepped into the Mingjin Stage at such a young age. Not bad, not bad! It seems today's fight will be a bit interesting."

Qin Yi stood up, gently dusted off his clothes, and looked at Chen Mo with disdain, his tone carrying a trace of banter: "You're not bad either, with the strength of the Middle Stage of Ming Jin. However, you seem a bit old; could it be that you've been stuck at the Middle Stage of Ming Jin for a long time?"

"Hehe, kid, your eye for detail is good, but your mouth is a bit poisonous! However, today, your path ends here!" As Chen Mo spoke, he stared at Qin Yi with deep eyes and walked slowly towards him. Every step he took caused the marble floor to crack into fine lines, appearing aggressive.

Shen Jianan reminded him nervously, "Qin Yi, be careful. This person's strength is not to be underestimated; don't be careless!"

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Take care of Su Mo!" Qin Yi replied with a smile.

Although he said that, Qin Yi didn't dare to be the slightest bit negligent. After all, Chen Mo's Hung Ga Kuen had already reached Minor Achievement, and his Realm was comparable to his own. If it came to combat experience, he reckoned he was definitely not as good as this Chen Mo.

He immediately set up the opening stance of Xingyi Quan, his muscles tensed, like a leopard ready to pounce.

Seeing Qin Yi's movements, Chen Mo raised the corners of his mouth and said with great interest, "Xingyi Quan? Not bad, kid. Then let me experience the level of your Xingyi Quan today!" As he spoke, Chen Mo slightly raised his hands, set up the opening stance of Hung Ga Kuen, and immediately radiated an Aura that could not be underestimated, like a ferocious beast about to pounce on its prey.

Immediately after, Chen Mo made the first Move and shouted loudly, "Kid, taste my 'Air-Breaking Fist'!" As he spoke, both his fists came out together, the fist wind fierce. The air was torn apart by his fist energy, emitting bursts of explosions, like thunder striking.

Hung Ga Kuen is fierce and powerful, with an Aura like a rainbow. Every punch carries a force that could overturn mountains and seas, as if it wanted to tear the air apart.

Compared to the fierceness and unstoppable nature of Hung Ga Kuen, Qin Yi's Xingyi Quan focuses more on the combination of movement and fist techniques, emphasizing the unity of internal and external, using intent to guide Qi, and using Qi to catalyze force.

He was seen shifting his body, agile as a leopard pouncing on food, easily dodging Chen Mo's fierce attack. At the same time, he counterattacked with a punch, using the 'Dragon-Form Fist'. The fist technique was nimble and incomparably powerful, like a Dragon soaring through the Nine Heavens, carrying a whistling sound as it struck directly at Chen Mo's face.

Seeing this, Chen Mo snorted coldly, his body moving as swiftly as a gale. His fist, carrying the sound of breaking air, rushed straight towards Qin Yi. The two fists collided, erupting with a deafening sound, the huge impact force causing both to retreat several steps before steadying themselves.

Although Qin Yi steadied himself, he felt the blood and Qi in his body surging, as turbulent as raging waves. He was secretly shocked in his heart: This Chen Mo's strength is indeed not to be underestimated! If he hadn't also gone all out just now, he would probably be lying on the ground by now. It seems it won't be easy to win against him relying purely on strength!

Chen Mo was also secretly calculating in his heart, a flash of gloominess in his eyes. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing and rhythm, and moved with unpredictable footwork, circling around Qin Yi, trying to find a flaw in Qin Yi to strike in one blow.

Qin Yi also felt the change in Chen Mo. He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a look of vigilance.