CH 32.1

The words have just fallen; the scar swung the machete hard, Chen Jianan’s quick eyes caught this and pushed Zhou Renjun away. The machete went through the gap between the two, letting out a whistling sound. It was evident that if it fell on a person, he would only be split in half.

Chen Jianan wasted no time, before he could raise the machete, he flung out the whip in his hand. It went at lightning speed and wrapped the machete and pulled it back, while Scar also staggered along with it, he kicked him away, and he flew backward two meters and crashed into a glass round table. The table was smashed to pieces by his immense body, and the ensuing wail almost broke the ceiling.

Except Qiao Wen, the people who were present were all shocked by his sudden outburst.

With the loud cry, the two ponies surrounded them with knives and sticks from left and right. The nine-section whip in Chen Jianan's hand drew an arc in the air, and wrapped around the long knife from the left and pulled it, just in time to cut the ponie ear on the right. The pony on the right went blank for a moment and touched his ear, and felt a hand full of blood. He was so frightened that his ear fell to the ground. Chen Jianan grabbed the stick from him, and punched his abdomen with his other hand continuously. At the same time, he swung his right foot diagonally back and kicked the other out.

His movements were fast and ruthless, and he knocked down the three of them in just a few tens of seconds.

Qin Yunfei's originally calm and collected face could not help but change, and he sank down and shouted: “Beat him to death for me!”

The remaining few people swarmed up with weapons as the targets turned into Anan, giving Mr. Zhou a respite.

Chen Jianaan grew up in countless fights and battles, but he never used his real skills when fighting with people. At this time, his firepower was all open, unstoppable, his body moved as fast as lightning, a nine-section whip in his hands swam like a dragon, and every fist was hard and fast.

It was really hard to see how his fist moved at all, only hearing the painful grunt from the punch to the flesh.

The sofa tables, chairs and everything in the room were smashed and torn apart in the fight. Of course, it wasn't just the tables and chairs that were crumbling to this side, but also the ponies who fell to the ground groaned bitterly and could no longer get up again.

Seeing that everyone in the room was brought down, the little pony who had been guarding Qiao Wen couldn't help it, and rushed forward with a knife in his hand, shouting.

By now, Chen Jianan was enraged to the point that the corner of his eyes had turned red. He didn't even bother to look at him, directly turned around and whipped the iron whip, pulling him half a foot away, and the pony staggered back and fell on the ground.

Qin Yunfei looked at a wreck. His originally coquettish face was now frighteningly dark.

He already had a knife in his hand, but at this moment he pulled out another one from his waist. Along with two short — cold knives, he looked like ferocious beasts that were in desperate need of bloodthirstiness.

Staring straight at Chen Jianan fiercely, if eyes could kill people, he would eat him alive without leaving a bone, said through gritted teeth, "Pretty boy Nan, I really underestimated you!"

“Brother Fei, doesn’t give others a way out, so I can only make a way out for myself .” Chen Jianaan said this with a chuckle as he wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth with his thumb. 

Instead of speaking, Qin Yunfei directly leapt forward along with a roar, stepping over the overturned coffee table, his figure almost treacherously flashed in front of Chen Jianan, and the two short-swords went on two sides left and right.

This move directly blocked Chan Jianan's three directions, causing him to retreat quickly, whereupon Qin Yunfei pursued him even more closely. With the pair almost physically close together, because of his closeness, his nine-stroke whip lost its advantage and was forced to deal with it with his bare hands fist to blade, obviously he was at the disadvantage.

Chen Jianan had just fought against ten people alone, even though he was young and strong, at this time he was showing signs of exhaustion. On the other hand, Qin Yunfei was one of Lord Leopard's most outstanding disciples, who became a red stick relying on his strength and was only in his early twenties. Filled with overwhelming anger, his every move was vital.

His skills were extremely treacherous, seemingly light and fluffy, but the strength was extremely frightening. Every time the knife goes down, one could hear the whistling wind sound.

Although Chen Jianan avoided his fierce attack, he got his arm scratched after a series of rounds and was soon stained red with blood.

And was forced back to an overturned sofa, and half leaned against it to catch his breath.

Qin Yunfei swirled the dagger in his hand, hooked the corners of his mouth, and went forward calmly while glancing at the pale Qiao Wen who was not far away, and said casually: "Awen don't be afraid, you no longer have Brother Nan from now on. It’s ok, Brother Fei's bed hook is big enough, you will follow Brother Fei from now on, and Brother Fei will love you very much."

Qiao Wen didn’t even bother to listen to his frivolous words, he kept his eyes on Chen Jianaan.

Compared with Qin Yunfei, Chen Jianan's real skills were in actual combat. This time could be said to be the first time that he has exerted his true skills. If he hadn't just warmed up with the ponies, he would have no strength at all against Qin Yunfei at this moment.

However, Anan wasn’t someone who accepted the loss easily, instead he was the type who would face the battle more and more bravely. Being repeatedly scratched, the pain in his body aroused and made him hot blooded. Originally, he had been dodging Qin Yunfei's double sword, at this moment, he no longer retreated, but violently wrapped the nine whip around his bloody arm, directly raising his hand to meet the blade.

The sound of a knife running through the chain makes the tympanic membrane tremble and the heartache. Qin Yunfei did not expect that he would even use his arms to block the knife, and before he could react. Anan had already turned and flashed to the back of his body while the iron chain on his hand was loosened and tied around his neck and the two fell to the ground.

Chen Jianan pursued the victory, then strangled the two knives in his hands with a nine-section whip. Qin Yunfei yelled in pain, and the two knives and the nine-section whip fell to the ground.

Chen Jianan quickly kicked the knife away, and the two began to fight with bare hands.

In terms of fists and kicks, Chen Jianan's fierce Bajiquan was naturally better. But at this time, his physical strength was severely overdrawn, although he was holding on with a breath, it was at the end of his strength.

The two exchanged several moves in the chaos, pushing Qin Yunfei below he climbed over him, and raised his fist, just then he suddenly heard Qiao Wen loud cry: "Be careful of his right leg." 

Chen Jianan almost heard his voice at the crucial moment, and instinctively rolled over on the ground, narrowly avoiding the right foot of Qin Yunfei that popped out of the blade.

Chen Jianan’s eyes widened, breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear in his heart, and was furious at this sneak attack. It was not known where the strength came from, before Qin Yunfei got up, he suddenly flew forward, like a hungry wolf pouncing on his body, strangling the opponent's neck, and ruthlessly lifting him up, throwing over his shoulder, smashing him onto a glass table.

Accompanied by the loud noise of glass shattering, there was the faint sound of bones being broken.