Urban Super Medical Sage
Chapter 87 - 87 80 Like a Wolf_3

87: Chapter 80: Like a Wolf_3 87: Chapter 80: Like a Wolf_3 Xiao Feng, barehanded, sent his Fist Seal thundering, tyrannically blazing as he hammered towards Su Chen’s head.

Little Jiu, on the other hand, wielded the Iron Hoop, howling furiously, piercingly shrill, locking onto Su Chen’s body and ferociously smashing down.

In the blink of an eye.

The two were in front of Su Chen.

However.

Su Chen clearly had been prepared, his superior Perception had already told him what was happening behind him.

In a flash of lightning.

Su Chen suddenly turned his head.

A face pale and calm.

And a hint of murderous amusement flickering at the corner of his mouth.

“Thud…”

Su Chen punched out.

Too fast.

There was hardly any sound from the air friction.

A fierce and eerie punch, once thrown, instantly smashed into Xiao Feng’s chest like Instantaneous Movement!!!

Very solid.

A heavy punch.

Xiao Feng’s advancing body suddenly halted, he flew backward, blood spurting, a fresh red mingling with fragments of bone, almost all his internal organs were shattered.

In his endless rage, Su Chen had used all his Strength, one can only imagine the terrifying power.

Whoosh!

At the same time, Little Jiu’s all-out swing with the Iron Hoop was already approaching, less than a foot away from Su Chen’s shoulder.

He already felt the fiercely burning wind of the staff.

However, Su Chen showed not the slightest hint of panic.

The fist he had thrown out abruptly transformed into a claw, making a detour.

Too fast, too precise, also too terrifying.

That hand, turning into an Eagle Claw, viciously reached out, horrendously terrifying, directly grabbed the Iron Hoop— firmly seized it.

Little Jiu was stunned.

“Die for me!!!” Su Chen roared, his face all ferocity and madness, he wanted only to kill, furiously kill.

He reversed his hand, the Iron Hoop spun one hundred and eighty degrees, aiming at his opponent, and then, the Iron Hoop went out of control, ferociously stabbing towards Little Jiu, striking right in his heart.

“Puff…”

Blood surged, like a fountain.

Through and through.

Little Jiu collapsed limply, a patch of fresh red warm on his chest.

“You really deserved to die!” Su Chen glanced at the body, murmuring solemnly.

His gaze then turned towards the youth holding a tablet, who was already trying to escape, his eyes a chilly cold.

The person, chilled to the bone, felt as if stared down by a terrifyingly mighty Demon Beast!

His heart felt like it was about to explode.

Danger.

Life-threatening danger.

He was just about to beg for mercy.

Whoosh!

The dagger in Su Chen’s hand had already broken through the air.

Like a silver arrow.

So fierce, so fast.

It turned into a straight line, slicing through the air.

In the blink of an eye.

Puff!

The dagger entered the opponent’s neck.

The young man, unwilling to accept his fate, covered his neck, his face turning red and then purple, blood gurgling as he collapsed to the ground unwillingly.

The tablet in his hand also fell to the ground.

Su Chen sighed in relief, the crisis finally resolved, but he also felt incredibly tired, he had lost a lot of blood, his injuries were not light at all, so many broken ribs, his hands bloody and blurred, and more than a dozen blood holes, as one can imagine.

At this moment.

Xiao Yuan was lying in Su Chen’s arms, crying out her emotions, tightly hugging Su Chen, her delicate body trembling.

On one hand, she was frightened, incredibly so.

On the other hand, Su Chen had suffered for her…

She felt indescribable heartache and self-blame.

She held tightly to Su Chen, wishing she could merge herself into his body.

Meanwhile, Zhou Ang, who Su Chen had punched to the ground earlier, almost knocking him out, was finally tremblingly trying to get up from the ground.

In fact, it was deliberate by Su Chen.

Earlier, when he was rescuing Xiao Yuan, he chose to punch Zhou Ang in the head, intending to kill him instantly.

But, Su Chen had hit Zhou Ang’s shoulder.

He wanted Zhou Ang to be alive!

How easy it would have been for him to die from that punch!

Where would the easy way out be?

Zhou Ang, looking at Su Chen who was now holding Xiao Yuan, was almost suffocated with fear.

He was finished, absolutely finished, now, without any hostages, what would this maniac do to him?!

What would his end be?

Zhou Ang dared not even think about it.

Zhou Ang was just about to say something…

Su Chen, seeing this, stepped forward and stomped his foot on Zhou Ang’s head.

“Bang!!!”

Zhou Ang’s head violently collided with the ground, as if his entire skull was about to shatter.

He screamed in pain, screaming his lungs out, but Su Chen’s face remained expressionless, the force under his foot not only did not lessen, but increased bit by bit.

Su Chen looked towards the nearby tablet, still live-streaming: “Old man, I assure you, after Tomorrow, the Xi Yun Zhou Family will no more exist!

I advise you to wash your neck, put on your shroud, and peacefully await, you don’t need to buy a coffin, I’ll personally deliver it to your door!”

Rage needs blood to wash it away.

Su Chen had only one thought at this moment, to march towards the Xi Yun Zhou Family, he wanted the Zhou family obliterated, he wanted the Zhou family to become a term of history.

He had decided—he would set off tonight, the Zhou family would fall today.

Revenge, he never liked to delay it overnight.

“You’re quite remarkable, just like a wolf, filled with wildness and pride, and quite strong, but Tomorrow, after Tomorrow, no more Xi Yun Zhou Family?

Humph!

I’ll be waiting!” The old man’s faint hum sounded, his emotions not shifting at all, as if he hadn’t seen how Su Chen had just acted, the slaughter, the saving.

“You should be waiting!!!

Damned old man!” Su Chen’s gaze paused, his murderous intent violent, like boiling water, suddenly, he lifted his foot again and stomped down hard, completely crushing Zhou Ang’s neck.

Zhou Ang convulsed, blood flowing from his neck, starkly visible, convulsing for a few breaths, then death!

Then, Su Chen suddenly raised his head, locking eyes with the old man on the tablet, word by word: “You will die ten times worse than your grandson.”

As the words fell, not giving Old Master Zhou another chance to speak, Su Chen rushed forward, stomping his foot out, the tablet turning into fragments.