bioinnovel Chapter 484 [3 Chapters Combined into 1] Ah Fu Beats Up Jackie Chan!
Chapter 484 [3 Chapters Combined into 1] Ah Fu Beats Up Jackie Chan!
"Do it! Kill them!"
The Holy Lord's cold and murderous voice echoed in the empty Taoist temple hall, like the beating of a war drum.
In an instant, the shadows inside the hall began to boil wildly.
Walls, cracks in the ground, behind stone pillars, even in the shadows beneath people's feet...
After being strengthened by the Holy Lord's fire demon energy, the ninja soldiers, who had transformed into dark green lizard-like creatures, emerged one after another like a tide surging from the rifts of hell.
Their eyes flickered with eerie green flames. Compared to the ones they had encountered at the inn, these ninja soldiers were much larger, with thicker dark green energy veins at their joints that flickered more frequently.
Clearly, after the barrier was broken, the Holy Lord was finally able to break free from the shackles of the immortal god and unleash its dark army without reservation!
The first batch of ninja soldiers rushed towards the Dragon Team at the entrance.
"Watch out!" Jackie Chan dodged a shadowy blade that came slashing at him, and then kicked the ninja soldier in the waist.
Normally, this attack would have been enough to rout ordinary ninja soldiers.
But the enhanced version of the creature only staggered two steps before lunging at Jackie Chan again.
The little snake's twin pistols whirled in his hands. Specially made bullets struck the very center of several ninja soldiers, triggering violent explosions.
In the end, the special bullets that could easily destroy even the museum's alloy security door could only eliminate a maximum of three ninja soldiers with each explosion!
Even some ninja soldiers, despite being blown to pieces, still let out eerie roars and continued to charge forward recklessly!
"Damn it! These guys are getting even more difficult to deal with!"
Upon realizing this, the little snake frowned deeply. While shouting a warning, it also kicked the incoming ninja soldier in the chest, using the momentum to perform a backflip and dodge the three ninja shuriken that were thrust at it simultaneously.
"Drink it—!!!"
At the same time, the bull warrior roared, his huge hands grabbing the heads of two ninja soldiers and slamming them together.
Two ninja soldiers were reduced to black smoke by the immense force, but four more immediately filled the gap.
Clearly, two fists can't beat four hands.
Even though Bull Warrior's strength far exceeds that of ordinary people, after experiencing countless matches, he is even more deserving of the title of wrestling master.
But faced with this kind of war of attrition, where the enemy is fearless and their numbers are almost unlimited, it's only a matter of time before the Bull Warrior's stamina is completely depleted and he becomes a lamb to the slaughter.
The one under the most pressure was Alexei.
The Rhino's massive body should have been that of a key attacker on the battlefield, breaking through enemy lines and creating crucial gaps for the team.
But at this moment, it became the most conspicuous target because of its size.
Under the deliberate control of the Holy Lord, more than twenty enhanced ninja soldiers were tasked with attacking him alone.
They don't confront each other head-on, but rather act cunningly, like hyenas hunting in a trap.
Some used specially made reinforced ropes to bind his legs.
Some suddenly appeared from blind spots and attacked Alexei's joints with hooked weapons.
Others simply climbed onto his back and stabbed Alexei's spine with sharp blades.
More often than not, they directly spewed fireballs at Alexei under the cover of other ninja soldiers, clearly intending to roast him alive!
"Get...out of my way!!!"
This forced Alexei, who sensed the threat, to abandon his charge. Instead, he roared and, with his ferocious strength, flung away all the ninja soldiers clinging to him.
Then, it shook its head, and the heavy rhinoceros horn swept down, instantly smashing three ninja soldiers who rushed at it.
But before Alexei could even catch his breath, more ninja soldiers emerged from the shadows all around, heading straight for him.
They even began to stack themselves into human ladders, attempting to use their numerical advantage to forcefully suppress Alexei's actions!
"Oh no! Oh no, oh no, oh no! Dad! You have to think of something!"
Jackie Chan shouted anxiously during the fight.
At this moment, he was being attacked by six ninja soldiers at the same time.
Even though Jackie Chan maximized his physical strength, greatly enhanced by the serum injection, and his years of martial arts training, he constantly weaved through flashes of blades, shadowy tails, and scattered fireballs, like dancing on a knife's edge, and was never hit by the ninja soldiers once throughout the entire ordeal—his evasion rate was MAX.
Unfortunately, the environment was too open and spacious. He couldn't find any usable tools at the moment. Any attempt to seize a ninja soldier's weapon would result in it instantly turning into a cloud of black mist and dissipating, leaving him no chance to succeed.
This has resulted in Jackie Chan currently losing the advantage of the field because the passive effect of "Weapon Master" has not been triggered yet.
So much so that Jackie Chan, who was fighting the ninja soldiers with his bare hands, had to do everything he could to ensure his own safety and was unable to advance even half a step toward the altar!
Unfortunately, my father is now powerless to help.
"Demons and monsters, leave! Demons and monsters, leave! Demons and monsters, leave—!"
At the same time, beads of sweat covered the old man's forehead, and his gray hair and yellow vest rustled in the air currents stirred by his own magic.
As the old man repeatedly chanted the incantation, the dried pufferfish in his hand seemed to come alive, its emerald light constantly pulsating. Waves of purifying light spread outwards from him.
Wherever the halo passed, the lizard ninja hissed in pain, its body melting away like snow under the sun.
On several occasions, they promptly eliminated the ninja soldiers surrounding Jackie Chan and his team, providing them with a precious respite from their siege.
But that doesn't change anything.
Having learned of the methods Old Man had demonstrated at the guesthouse through contact with the Shadow Legion, the Holy Lord kept a close eye on Old Man's every move from beginning to end.
Therefore, whenever the old man clears out an area, the Holy Lord doesn't even need to make any obvious moves; with just a thought, that area of shadow will boil over again.
In less than two seconds, the grotesque ninja soldier would emerge from the shadows. It was as if the old man had only banished illusions, while what he possessed was the endless reality.
This is a contest of magic, but even more so, a test of willpower.
The old man could sense that after the barrier was broken, the Holy Lord's power was like a ferocious beast that had been unleashed, rapidly restoring its ancient and terrifying essence.
But he was getting old, and when it came to dealing with a great demon like the Holy Lord, he inevitably felt powerless.
"Oh dear! This is never going to end! If this keeps up, my old bones won't be able to take it!"
Before long, the old man, panting and complaining, began to feel a slight dizziness.
Clearly, the continuous high-intensity spellcasting, fighting against the seemingly endless army of shadows, was causing the old man's physical strength and magical power to drain away rapidly.
At the altar, Rasu, Afen, and Zhou were completely stunned by the terrifying scene before them, which resembled the return of hellish demons to the human world.
Ah Fen and Zhou collapsed to the ground, no longer having the courage to confront the Holy Lord.
Rasu, who had originally intended to take the opportunity to bind Shendu and force him to leave Valon's body, found his mechanical scorpion tail drooping unknowingly.
Clearly, they all realized just how ridiculous their attempts to resist were in the face of absolute overwhelming power.
No wonder, even though the Holy Lord knew they harbored ulterior motives, he acted as if he didn't care at all.
"You three good-for-nothings, what are you waiting for? Go and get the Panku Box right now!"
Meanwhile, the Holy Lord, who seemed indifferent to the trio but was actually observing them secretly, guessed, based on the changes in their expressions, that his goal of making a show of force had been achieved.
Without turning his head, he gave a cold, commanding order, his voice like an icicle in the dead of winter.
Ah Fen shuddered at that gaze, and the lingering fatigue and fear were completely dispelled.
He dared not ask another question, and scrambled to his feet, pulling up the weak-legged Zhou. He then stumbled and staggered toward the top of the altar.
But just as they trembled and reached out, about to take the Panku Box...
"etc!"
Rasu's low shout froze the two of them in mid-air.
The fact that Rasu was able to earn a doctorate in physics is enough to show that he is not as dull-witted as he appears on the surface.
That is why, having lost Valon as an "external brain" and forced to rack his brains to think of a way out, Rasu's long-dormant brain has already entered full-power mode!
Therefore, Rasu, who seemed silent and resigned to his fate, had actually already sensed the Holy Lord's almost abnormal eagerness, his absolute avoidance of touching the treasure box, and the deep-seated fear in his eyes that he did not want others to notice...
These fragments, pieced together in his mind, formed an astonishing conjecture.
He leaped up suddenly, soaring to the highest point of the altar, and snatched the Panku Treasure Box before Afen and Zhou could.
"Holy Lord, I've been wondering, since you were able to get here all by yourself and were so eager to get this Panku Treasure Box... why didn't you take it yourself, or have those ninja soldiers do it for you? Instead, you specifically brought the three of us, 'useless trash' in your eyes, and kept urging us to get it?"
But Rasu didn't hand the Panku Box directly to the Holy Lord. Instead, his eyes narrowed, revealing a ruthless glint like that of a gangster. The mechanical scorpion tail shot out with a "whoosh," its sharp tip hovering above the Panku Box, its target subtly pointing towards the Holy Lord not far away.
"Could it be... that neither you nor your ninja soldiers can touch this Panku Treasure Box?"
Upon hearing this, Ah Fen and Zhou looked at him in astonishment, and even Jackie Chan, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, cast a surprised glance at him.
Is this still the same Lassou they know? That big, dumb guy who only thinks about food?
Is this a new show, or have they been putting on an act all along?
You shouldn't have such low intelligence!
As Rasu's words fell, the sounds of fighting and explosions inside the hall seemed to be shut out at that moment.
All eyes—astonished, bewildered, and cold—were focused on the confrontation atop the altar.
The Holy Lord slowly turned his head to look at Rasu. Valon's face remained expressionless.
There was no fury at being betrayed by his subordinates, nor panic at the exposure of his weaknesses.
There was only a bottomless, clearly anticipated calm.
In his crimson pupils, Rasu's tense yet resolute face was reflected, along with the artifact in his hand that exuded an aura that disgusted even the demon's instincts.
"Hmph, what a self-righteous fool."
A very soft, almost inaudible snort escaped from the Holy Lord's nostrils.
It didn't even give any direct response to Rasu's speculation, as if it were just a stupid question not worth laughing at.
His crimson gaze shifted from Rasu's face to the Panku Box he held in his hand, which was being used as a bargaining chip.
"A tool is ultimately just a tool. When a tool starts to think for itself and tries to blackmail its master... that means it should be replaced."
The moment he finished speaking, the Holy Lord raised one of his hands and snapped his fingers lightly.
This seemingly casual and harmless action, however, set off alarm bells in Rasu's mind!
Almost instinctively, he tucked the Panku Treasure Box into his robes and leaped forward, intending to break through the encirclement with the Panku Treasure Box and leave this place immediately!
However, Rasu's reaction was ultimately a beat too slow...
Just as Rasu leaped high into the air and was about to land near the entrance, a tall and robust figure, as imposing as an iron tower, strode in through the main gate with steady and powerful steps!
With a rugged face and three striking tufts of mustache, he had a head of fiery red hair that looked like a starfish and suggested he was a skilled card player.
What's even more striking is that, in this cold environment at high altitude, he was only wearing a fitted blue sleeveless shirt, boldly displaying his bulging, muscular physique.
The moment he appeared, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. After only a cursory glance, he instantly locked onto Rasu, who was holding the Panku Box and rapidly descending towards him.
"Get out of the way! You...!"
Initially, having undergone reformation in a Danish prison, Rasu was no longer as ruthless as before and was unwilling to harm the innocent. Therefore, upon seeing this unfamiliar figure, Rasu's first reaction was to issue a warning, rather than to launch an attack.
Unexpectedly, the opponent didn't even take a running start; he simply bent his knees in place, and the hard stone slab beneath his feet cracked with a "crack." He then seemed to defy gravity, rising vertically into the air!
This leap covered more than ten meters, instantly surpassing Rasu's descent trajectory and placing him high above, completely enveloping him in the attack range.
"A crow flies an airplane—!!!"
The next second, accompanied by a somewhat comical move name, the man at the highest point struck a very unique pose and swooped down rapidly, slamming hard into Rasu's hastily raised arms and chest!
"Bang—Pfft!"
Contrary to the seemingly comical name of the move, what the opponent unleashed was a strike with terrifying penetrating power!
Even though Rasu had undergone physical enhancement and modification, he felt excruciating pain in his arms, as if they were about to break, and the air in his chest was violently squeezed out, causing him to let out a painful groan.
He flew backward at a speed even faster than freefall, turning into a black shadow, and his back slammed solidly into a thick stone pillar.
The dull thud of the impact was teeth-grinding, and a spiderweb-like network of cracks spread across the surface of the stone pillar.
Rasu, leaning against a stone pillar, collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth as he coughed violently. Even the mechanical scorpion tail he had instinctively used to cushion the impact of the fall drooped helplessly to the side, emitting a faint, unstable hum of electricity.
When he was caught off guard by the attack, the Panku Box that flew out of his hand tumbled in the air, drawing a beautiful arc.
At the same time, the man who had landed the blow also began to fall.
His gaze didn't even follow the trajectory of Rasu's flight; he merely glanced at it from the corner of his eye and accurately predicted the path the treasure box would take.
Even as he fell, he stretched out his long arm, his five fingers spread like iron hoops, and steadily and easily scooped up the Panku Treasure Box in his hand.
The entire process, from takeoff to snatching the treasure, was completed in the blink of an eye, so smooth it seemed as if it had been rehearsed a thousand times.
He even weighed the Panku Box with great interest, his fingertips brushing over the Bagua runes engraved on its surface, a hint of curiosity about the "strange object" flashing in his eyes.
But soon, his attention was drawn to the Dragon Team, who were locked in a fierce battle—especially the agile Jackie Chan.
When he saw Jackie Chan narrowly evade the ninja soldiers' attack with a simple backflip, his two raised legs, like battle axes, brutally smashing the heads of two persistent ninja soldiers, the man felt like a seasoned hunter who had finally spotted a beast worthy of his full force. His burning fighting spirit, almost tangible, ignited in his eyes!
He didn't even glance back at his employer, but with a hint of excitement and anticipation, he loudly inquired, "Boss, we got the stuff... Just like we agreed, Jackie Chan is mine, right?"
Beside the altar, the Holy Lord's crimson pupils reflected the figure of the newcomer. His face remained expressionless, except for a very slight, almost imperceptible nod of his chin.
That wasn't approval, but rather tacit acceptance after confirming the tool's performance.
"Very well, then I won't stand on ceremony!"
The man's answer was brief and forceful.
The instant he finished speaking, he jerked his arm holding the Panku Box back, his posture relaxed as if he were discarding an insignificant object. Yet, the precision and control contained in that movement were astonishing.
Therefore, the moment the treasure box left his hand, it traced a calculated parabola, avoiding all possible interference, and landed precisely at the feet of the Holy Lord.
There, a dark green lizard ninja soldier, who had emerged from the shadows at some unknown time, holding a specially made black metal box, was already kneeling on one knee, raising the open box high above his head.
"Click, snap."
With a soft click, the treasure box fit perfectly into the box.
Then, a crisp closing sound rang out, as if an invisible gate had fallen, completely severing and sealing the Panku Box, filled with righteous magic, from the outside world.
The Holy Lord then stepped forward and reached out to completely embrace the black box. A barely perceptible hint of relaxation and satisfaction flashed in his scarlet eyes, which was then covered by an even deeper chill.
Some of the obstacles have been cleared, but the trouble remains.
Just like how he was able to get the ninja soldiers to bring another capable lieutenant they had found by chance here.
The longer this drags on, the more likely that wretched black demon will appear here!
Therefore, after successfully obtaining the Panku Box, Shendu did not hesitate at all. He directly used his consciousness to control several ninja soldiers, along with the fallen Rasu, all of them sinking into the shadows and disappearing without a trace.
Only the man, overjoyed at having found his prey, remained, leading the remaining ninja soldiers to continue fighting the members of the Dragon Squad.
"Great, the boss's gone, and that nuisance's been taken care of... Now, it's finally my turn to enjoy myself!"
Seeing the Holy Lord and the others leave, the man showed no unease or fear of being "sold out." Instead, he twisted his neck, his joints cracking, and his fighting spirit burned even more intensely. His eyes were fixed on Jackie Chan's figure.
"Let me see what makes you so special! Watch my Black Tiger Claws Out the Heart!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a blue afterimage and rushed forward, his right hand forming a claw, carrying a sharp gust of wind as he aimed straight for Jackie Chan's heart. His first move was a fierce and ruthless attack.
Jackie Chan dodged to the side, attempting to block, but Ah Fu's change of move was incredibly fast.
"Two dragons playing with a pearl!"
The outstretched claw suddenly changed direction, its two fingers flashing like lightning, piercing straight into Jackie Chan's eyes.
Jackie Chan retreated hastily, but unexpectedly, Ah Fu's leg struck first, blocking Jackie Chan's path with a powerful side kick.
"The mule kicks!"
"Bang!"
Jackie Chan crossed his arms and took the kick head-on. The impact made his arms go numb, and he staggered back two steps, his breathing slightly disordered.
But thanks to this, he managed to create some distance between himself and the man, steadying himself while frantically shaking his hands to relieve the soreness, numbness, and swelling. He stared wide-eyed, asking incredulously.
"Wait a minute! Who are you? I've never seen you before, even when the Mafia was around!"
Upon hearing this, the man slowed his attack slightly. As if victory was assured, an arrogant expression appeared on his face, and he replied in a loud voice.
"My name is Black Tiger Afu, you're destined to die—!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Fu's figure, like a ghost, once again closed in on Jackie Chan. The names of the moves he shouted were perfectly synchronized with his fierce and rapid attacks, as if providing a violent symphony for this overwhelming battle.
"That's Mantis Fist!"
"That's the serpentine walk!"
"This is a lotus flower floating!"
"That's a scorpion's paw!"
"Well!"
Faced with this overwhelming array of skills, almost none of which were repetitive, even someone as strong as Jackie Chan suffered from the initial onslaught, being forced to retreat steadily. Finally, he was struck squarely in the chest, letting out a painful groan and kneeling on the ground. A burning pain shot through his ribs, inevitably disrupting his defensive stance.
Afu's eyes were filled with even more mockery. He did not immediately pursue and expand his gains. Instead, his footwork suddenly became fancy and rhythmic, as if he were dancing a passionate yet dangerous dance.
He moved quickly around the unsteady Jackie Chan, his boots making a clattering sound on the stone slabs. Finally, he raised one foot high, standing on one leg, and placed the sole of his shoe a few inches in front of Jackie Chan, wiggling it slightly.
"And flamenco moves~"
He drew out his words, his tone provocative. It wasn't an attack, but it was more insulting than any other, as if he were enjoying the prey's final struggle.
This extreme humiliation even made Jackie Chan, who is usually good-tempered, show a hint of anger.
Then, seizing the moment when Afu was standing on one leg and lost his balance, his hands shot out like lightning and grabbed the ankle in front of him!
"Oh! I get it, this trick is to send the little pig to the market, right?"
However, before Jackie Chan could exert any force, he attempted to take the opportunity to throw Ah Fu to the ground.
Instead of trying to retract his foot, Afu leaped off the ground on one foot as if weightless, using the foot that had been grabbed as a pivot point, drawing a powerful arc in the air as his body spun rapidly—
"Flying Hammer!"
The flying kick, brimming with spinning power, was like a heavy warhammer, slamming solidly into Jackie Chan's chest as he hastily raised his arm to block!
"Bang--!"
With a muffled thud, Jackie Chan felt as if he had been struck by a giant tree. His grip loosened involuntarily, and he was thrown backward, crashing heavily into the rock wall again before sliding to the ground.
He coughed violently, his chest felt tight, as if even his breath tasted rusty, and he struggled twice but could not stand up immediately.
Afu landed lightly, patted off non-existent dust from his trousers, looked at Jackie Chan who was lying on the ground panting, crossed his arms with a smug look on his face, and proudly declared.
"Ah Fu, beat Jackie Chan to a pulp!"