Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 217 - 186~187: Nan Murong is nothing special, a mighty hammering of a house slave (additional updates for 400 to 500 monthly tickets)_2

Chapter 217: 186~187: Nan Murong is nothing special, a mighty hammering of a house slave (additional updates for 400 to 500 monthly tickets)_2

Thinking of this, Deng Baichuan’s expression became extremely grave as he looked across at Master Jiang Dali, whose whole body exuded an intimidating momentum.

The strength of the Black Wind Village Chief was beyond his expectations.

He was incredibly strong.

At this moment, it wasn’t just Deng Baichuan.

Everyone who had just witnessed Master Jiang’s move was shocked and horrified.

The scene suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of people drawing in a cold breath, and no one speaking.

Even Boss Gao, who had tried to stop the fight before, was now subdued.

She found that the seemingly young Black Wind Village Chief in front of her was much more formidable than she had imagined, which inexplicably ignited a desire and thrill deep in her heart.

In just three moves and two styles!

Two of the four great house generals of the renowned Murong Family, Feng Boe and Bao Butong, were instantly gravely injured.

Even Deng Baichuan, the leader of the four generals, known in the Martial World for his "mastery of Martial Arts and robust Inner Strength," was at a disadvantage.

Master Jiang Dali of Black Wind Village!

Who else in Hui Prefecture had such boldness and strength? Only Jiang Dali, known as the tyrant who had long swept through the entire Green Forest of Hui Prefecture.

Even Lu Xiaofeng, who was watching the battle from the rooftop, was amazed.

He felt that the rate at which his friend’s strength improved was astonishing; he was much stronger every time they met.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, filled with wariness, shock, and terror...

Master Jiang Dali’s intimidating presence only grew stronger as he adjusted his Protective Bracelet, looking lightly at Deng Baichuan and the other two with a chuckle, "The head of the river brings no misfortune like Feng Boe, there are others in this world who find the path difficult to tread.

Although I, Jiang Dali, am a rough man, I too have long heard of the Murong Family.

Mr. Feng, Feng Boe, is known for his willingness to fight instead of eat.

Mr. Bao, Bao Butong, is famed for never admitting to mistakes or apologizing, always enjoying being contrary with others.

However, in my view, both of you gentlemen are strong-headed but lacking in strength."

"Hey! My strength may not be up to par, but the strength of our young Master is not something a robber leader like you can compare to," Bao Butong said through clenched teeth, despite being severely wounded, his eyes red as he coldly sneered and roared at Jiang Dali.

He was famously stubborn, determined to be defiant to the end even if it meant death.

Master Jiang’s mouth twitched into a sneer as he coldly looked at Deng Baichuan, "I have no interest in squabbling with the defeated, are you Deng Baichuan? Your Inner Strength is certainly robust; do you also wish to cross hands with me?"

Deng Baichuan’s chest was tight with frustration, and he eagerly wanted to shout and rush up to have a fierce battle with Master Jiang Dali.

But in this moment, he felt an odd Inner Qi in his meridians like thunder and fire still wreaking havoc, knowing that even if he gave it his all, he probably wouldn’t stand a chance.

If he rashly stepped forward now, it was likely that three of the Murong Family’s four great generals would fall here today.

It would have been tolerable if just the three of them were defeated, but Miss Wang, whom the young Master had instructed to be taken good care of, might fall into the hands of this thief with a bad reputation in the Martial World.

If she were forcibly taken to Black Wind Village to become the Village Chief’s Wife, the Murong Family’s reputation would be thoroughly lost.

With that thought, Deng Baichuan gasped and softened, "Earlier, my two brothers were too impulsive, and you, Master Jiang, know they are impetuous men. Please overlook this matter in light of our young Master’s regard, and kindly be forgiving."

Speaking of the young Master...

The Martial World people present could not help but show their respect, not daring to slight them.

Beiqiao Feng to the north, Nan Murong to the south.

These illustrious names were even more renowned than the Black Wind Village Chief; who didn’t know them?

Moreover, Murong Fu was a descendant of the Murong Family.

The Murong Family was a lineage deeply rooted in Martial Arts, historically part of the Danyan Royal Family, with a noble status.

Compared to Master Jiang, the so-called Heavenly Emperor of the commoners, it was the difference between heaven and earth.

Black Wind Village Chief might be fierce, but he probably has to give some face.

Everyone was thinking since Deng Baichuan had spoken such conciliatory words, perhaps this would be the end of it.

Boss Gao was also hastily forcing a smile and trying to mediate the situation.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Dali suddenly burst into a loud laugh, full of scorn and mockery, which quickly coaxed the smile on Deng Baichuan’s face to stiffen, turning ugly.

"What the hell are you talking about? You allow a few dogs from the Murong Family to bite around recklessly, and when they break their teeth on an iron plate, you expect me to look to their master?" Jiang Dali’s face was hard as iron.

"You!!"

Feng Boe angrily shouted, "You may underestimate me, Feng Boe, but how dare you belittle the Murong Family like this?"

Jiang Dali glanced at Dongfang Bubai, who was watching with a detached expression and shook his head with a wry smile, "When it comes to Beiqiao Feng, I, Jiang Dali, would be the first to give a thumbs up and praise him as a real man.

But as for Nan Murong, I am the first to disdain..."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was in an uproar, and they all felt uneasy.

This Black Wind Village Chief was too ruthless, too daring to speak so, not even giving face to the Murong Family.

Wang Yuyan, who had just run out from the private room, was also angry, "Although Hero Qiao is a hero of our times, my cousin is not inferior to him."

"Pfft!" Jiang Dali spat contemptuously, "Inferior my ass, you lovesick fool!"

"You!" Wang Yuyan was so enraged that her chest heaved violently.

"Cough. My friend, he really has quite the character."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed from the rooftop, feeling a toothache coming on.

All his friends were this fierce and strange in temperament, and the key was, they’re all good at stirring up trouble.

Next to him, Boss Gao was almost in tears.

Other than Uncle, she had never been afraid of any man.

But today, she began to feel fear, fear of this ferocious Black Wind Village Chief.

Any previous excitement and desire she had felt vanished without a trace; such a vicious man was not something she could control.

At this moment, however, Jiang Dali seemed unconcerned with the ugly expressions of Deng Baichuan and the others, and he glanced at Boss Gao with a faint smile, "After all, we are in Joyful Forest, Boss Gao’s territory. I may not give face to the Murong Family, but I am willing to give it to the owner of this place.

Either you people get out of Joyful Forest now and let the matter of attacking me be, or I will capture you all and wait for your young lords to come to my Black Wind Village and redeem you!"

"Madman!!"

Deng Baichuan’s eyes shot cold light, and he roared, his voice reverberating like a tiger’s roar in the mountains, buzzing the ears of those around him, shocked by the domineering inner strength.

As the colors drained from the faces of the crowd, Deng Baichuan’s figure flashed like lightning and thunder towards Jiang Dali. As he struck out with his palms, the strength of the Bursting Energy Realm was fully unveiled.

"Today, I, Deng Baichuan, will fight with this madman, to show you that the Murong Family is not something you, a robber leader, can insult lightly!"

With each thrust of his palms, a tremendous and powerful strong wind came roaring directly at them, leaving the surrounding people breathless.

Deng Baichuan’s palm power formed whirlpools, pulling and twisting, the numerous currents of air becoming a chaos of immense strength.

It was his signature technique, Shattering the Sky!

"Feeble tricks, you overestimate yourself!"

Jiang Dali’s eyes suddenly sparked with blinding brilliance, startling everyone around. They felt an engulfing, tempestuous killing intent surge forth. His muscles and bones trembled like a tiger leaping across a ravine, and with a crackling sound, his momentum rapidly soared to its peak.

He roared!!

Raising his palm to his chest, the ferocious Qi Force condensed and did not disperse, like the rolling thunder of the high skies being suppressed within layers of heavy clouds, ready to burst forth at any moment, changing the colors of the sky and earth!

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(Nine thousand-word update, I will try to continue with an explosive update later tonight after I go for a walk to relax my mind.)