Chapter 23: Mysterious Patterns

Afei started out as a henchman behind Chen Jiaxi in the gambling den, but eventually became a red pole under Ho Sheng.
He honed his skills through the lives of a group of gangsters, and although he was reckless, everyone knew that Afei was Chen Jiaxi's bravest henchman.
He feels happy when he smells a fight brewing. Seeing this Thai boxer who has already gone mad, he only has one thought in his mind - to kill the opponent, so that the annoying and uneasy emotions in his mind can be relieved.
Chen Jiaxi slapped Afei and he had to endure it. If it weren't for his big boss, who would dare to do this, he would have beaten him to death.
Afei learned martial arts at the boxing gym since he was young. His family practices plum blossom wrestling mantis fist, and he has also studied through-arm fist, so his physique looks strong now.
Tanglangquan belongs to the category of imitative boxing. Ah Fei shows the attack gesture of the praying mantis, and the Shuashou Tanglangquan is weird and fierce.
The attacking method lies in the "Shuashou" move, which is a sideward stretching of arms. With a flick of the wrist and forearm, the back of the hand exerts force to strike forward from a distance.
Bakun's movements are not like those of a madman, they are organized and show that he has trained in Thai boxing.
The movements may look strange and ridiculous, such as the "pecking chicken" motion used by his opponent, but Bakun chooses to evade rather than engage.
Afei's backhand hit the tempered glass wall and shattered it with incredible force.
"Boss, Afei's moves are still so impressive, it really gets your blood pumping!"
"We need to use our brains when we work, but Ah Fei's head is filled with muscles!"
"Haha"
A group of representatives from different regions surrounded Chen Jiaxi, with joking expressions on their faces and no signs of unease, looking relaxed.
The little followers around scattered, and the consuming customers inside slowly left under the guidance of the alive.
The people standing on both sides seem to have formed two walls of people, sandwiching the two people in the middle.
Bakun's elbow strikes are as sharp as a knife, and his knees are as deadly as a spear, each strike hitting hard.
Afei's sweaty body turned red from the intense fight. His eyes became crazed with excitement and he yelled, "I will definitely kill you today! It's so satisfying!"
Bakun raised his knee and pressed his hands, flew backwards and shattered the glass.
He stood up as if nothing had happened and struck a palm towards Bakun's face. Bakun swiftly dodged and countered with a hook, executing with speed, precision and great force.
Three red marks immediately appeared on her face, and Du Jiaxi had already had a chair brought over, her hands resting on her crutches as she showed a keen interest.
"Fei, Grandpa is betting on you to win!"
There were people waving flags and cheering behind, but Ah Fei, who was in the midst of the battle, seemed to have not heard anything.
"What are you doing? We can't go in there. Our job is to guide guests to leave,"
The noise inside was loud, and the headwaiter and waiters were startled when they saw the new student walking towards the inside and shouted loudly.
However, the other party was indifferent and did not stop, walking straight inside.
The footsteps were neither fast nor slow, and not hurried. The leader cursed angrily, "Truly seeking death."
He used to worship at the same temple as Sheng He, but after starting a family, he no longer participated in the organization's activities and was responsible for the visible business.
The waiters outside accompanied with smiling faces, leading out one guest after another, some were trembling with fear while others had fierce expressions.
The wall of people who were surrounding Cheng and his men, noticed a pair of powerful hands pushing them aside, creating a gap.
They turned around one by one, wanting to see who was the bold and reckless person who provoked and disrupted Shenghe's private affairs.
A small gangster dressed in a flashy manner shouted angrily, "Get out, this is not a place for you to come into!"
Seeing Chuichung dressed in a suit serving staff attire, he directly slapped him.
But with just one move, the gangster clearly made the first move, yet Chuichung's slap came first.
He flew out like a torn burlap bag, and his head directly cracked the glass with unknown life or death while blood was flowing from his head.
It was clearly just a light slap, but it actually knocked the other person out that far away.
Cui Chong came here because the blood in his body was boiling like hot water.
Under the clothes, his back was covered with red veins like a densely woven spider web.
Since the last time he sparred with Li Shijun, his body has undergone its first mutation, and he must endure the mental torment it brings.
Every moment in his mind, violent thoughts arise, craving the opportunity to see more bloodshed.
He needs to suppress this idea. He has a special ability to fight with characters in his imagination.
That version of himself, whose body has been developed with a mysterious power, can easily overpower him even if he uses all his strength.
Now he saw the source of the boiling blood in his body, his eyes caught the spider-web-like red blood vessels appearing on the back of the Muay Thai fighter in one glance.
The meridians are finer and more numerous than usual, and the opponent across from Ah Fei suddenly finds that their strength and physical ability have been amplified.
What was originally a game of give and take suddenly sees Ah Fei kneel down from a single punch delivered by the opponent.
Blood spurted from his mouth, and his bodily organs had been severely damaged. He was barely alive.
The punch just now landed in the heart area, and the heart's veins were connected to the body. The heart stopped beating directly.
A group of gangsters surrounded Cui Chong, rushing towards him and knocking most of them down in a flash.
Even with a gun in his hand, he didn't have time to fire before his wrist was already broken.
But just as the fight was evenly matched, Ah Fei was suddenly punched to death by the opponent, and the interested smile on their face faded away.
This was like a wild animal breaking free from its cage, and the spectators in the arena were only concerned with their own safety.
Everyone is ready and waiting in formation, and everyone starts shooting without any hesitation, but the bullets only sink about two centimeters into Bukun's skin.
However, without exception, his body trembles and the sound of metal hitting the ground is heard.
Bullet shells fell to the ground one after another. The men standing across from Bukun couldn't believe what they were seeing. Could someone really withstand bullets with their body?
"Stop this monster! Everybody, attack!"
A young man with white hair and fans had never seen Bukun look like this before. It's beyond human.
How could the human body withstand bullets?
While Cui Chong was hiding behind the wall to shield himself from the first wave of bullets, he had never tried to directly confront them with his body.
The madness in Bakun's eyes inexplicably disappeared, as if he had become a normal person.
A very calm figure stood in front of the crowd and spoke fluently in Chinese, "Come out, my friend! We are all of the same kind. Thanks to you, I have regained my sanity. I have no idea when I will come to my senses again!"