Chapter 469: Martial Arts! Young Grandmaster Chapter 469 Qilin's Fury! Cruel Torture

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Protagonist:

Chen Jie

"Not making a sound? Hahaha—playing dead!?"

"Qi Lin, nicknamed Qilin, from Northeast China, met Hua Xia Chen Jie inside the Wa State Concentration Camp and became his brother!"

"Hua Xia Chen Jie founded the 'Qinglong Society,' and you are his closest brother under his command!"

"Lift your head, playing deaf and dumb in front of me Chalimu is useless!"

"Once you fall into my hands, it depends on what price your Qinglong Society is willing to pay to redeem you."

Chalimu raised his head to look at Qilin tied to the pillar, laughing wildly.

Boom! Immediately after,

he stomped his foot, then kicked a leg toward Qilin's body.

The force of this kick was not fierce; he held back, clearly not wanting to easily kill Qilin.

Slap! The next moment, he slapped Qilin's face with one ear-splitting slap.

From beginning to end, he seemed to be infuriating Qilin.

You must know, given Qilin's temper, the other person slapping him was simply worse than killing him, making it hard for him to accept.

But,

this kind of slapping scene was almost staged every day.

Chalimu tried every means to torture Qilin and humiliate him.

From Chalimu's mindset, it seemed that when he tortured Qilin, he could obtain a sense of stimulation.

Qilin was Chen Jie's brother.

When he tortured and humiliated Qilin, it was as if he was humiliating Chen Jie.

This feeling, for Chalimu, was indeed a kind of enjoyment.

Chen Jie was now the First Person of the Global Underground Boxing Championship, and after killing Kuluze, he was now truly deserving of the title 'King of Gambling Boxing'! He could not defeat Chen Jie, nor even see Chen Jie's face.

At this time,

capturing Hua Xia Chen Jie's brother and beating him was still very satisfying.

At the moment Chalimu was slapping Qilin, Xiao Yong beside him gritted his teeth tightly, struggling violently.

He would rather Chalimu hit him, slap him, even kill him with a knife, than see Qilin being insulted by the other party.

Xiao Yong was very clear about Qilin's temper.

Inside the Qinglong Society, Qilin was the one with the highest prestige besides Dragon Head Chen Jie.

The reason was very simple, because Qilin was one of the people Dragon Head trusted most.

According to Xiao Yong's previous thoughts, these bastards from Tianyuan Group captured Qilin and them just to vent some dissatisfaction.

So they often came to cause trouble for Qilin, equivalent to establishing their authority in front of Qilin.

It had been so long; they had established their authority, beaten, and vented their anger.

As long as he and Boss Qilin ignored them and let them vent their anger, after a period of time, these guys would find it boring and would not come to cause trouble for him and Boss Qilin anymore.

Xiao Yong was very clear that as long as the Global Underground Boxing Championship had not ended and Dragon Head had not returned to Southeast Asia,

then,

he and Boss Qilin were safe.

Although these bastards from Tianyuan Group had been torturing the two of them, they all knew their limits and dared not truly deal a fatal blow.

The elites of the Qinglong Society were not afraid of death and had also experienced cruel training.

Everyone's Martial Dao Will was simple; they could endure torture.

For Qilin, his injuries had healed quite a bit, and his willpower was even more indestructible.

As long as the other party did not kill him, no matter how long the torture lasted, Qilin would absolutely not make a sound.

If he could not endure this bit of pain, what kind of man was he? Boom! After Chalimu slapped Qilin, he immediately punched over.

Just as Qilin raised his head to look at the other party,

Chalimu's fist ferociously smashed into Chalimu's abdomen.

The killing power of this punch was extremely fierce, like an iron hammer striking.

"Cough cough—!"

Qilin coughed violently, and Xiao Yong beside him roared: "Stop, if you want to hit, hit me!"

Since Qilin and Xiao Yong were both tied to pillars, they could not move at all.

So, this heavy punch, Qilin had no possibility of dodging at all.

Of course, Chalimu did not unleash full power, but used the most suitable force to cause the most intense pain.

After Qilin coughed a few times, a trace of fresh blood overflowed from his mouth.

In the venue of the detention place, the light shone on Qilin's face, causing heart-trembling fear.

It was only seen that Qilin's eyes were filled with fierce killing intent.

Just like a lone wild wolf, that hatred could make anyone feel afraid.

Even Xiao Yong beside him, feeling the killing intent Boss Qilin was emitting at this moment, felt suffocated.

And as Chalimu who was beating and torturing Qilin, he even slightly furrowed his brow and couldn't help but exhale a breath.

Everyone around widened their eyes, staring at Qilin.

What Xiao Yong and the others did not expect was that Boss Qilin actually emitted such terrifying killing intent.

Chalimu was also very surprised; he did not expect that Qilin, already reduced to a prisoner, could endure such humiliation for so long.

Is it not rumored that Qilin of the Qinglong Society has a very explosive temper?

How has he become so patient now?

He beats him like this, even insults him, and this bastard can still endure it? Of course,

What surprised even more people was that Chalimu's control over power was so precise.

Although he fought fiercely, he would not cause much harm to Qilin; it was just that the pain sensation had reached its limit.

What no one knew was that Chalimu's strength was not ordinary, as he could become Tianyuan Group's strongest fighter.

His peak combat power was even more ferocious than the Southeast Asia Muay Thai Four Heavenly Kings back then.

Even compared to Tony, Chalimu's peak combat power was not inferior at all.

He had been brave and combative since childhood, unruly and untamed.

After growing up in the Black Boxing Xun Lian Ying, his gift was very high; he was taken to the Bangkawang Black Boxing Xun Lian Ying for collective training and had fought many bangzhan in Europe and America.

With his current peak combat power, in all of Southeast Asia, he definitely counted as one of the top super experts.

Although he could not compare to Chen Jie, compared to others, his combat power was still terrifyingly strong.

His Heavy Leg Killing Move had infinite power, and his control over power had reached an extremely precise level.

As long as his leg kicked someone, the lightly injured would suffer torn tendons and broken bones, while the heavily injured would be killed on the spot.

At this time,

Qilin had been tortured by him for so long yet had endured it all along, which really surprised Chalimu somewhat.

How could this guy from the Qinglong Society change his personality so much? Chalimu raised his head and stared at Qilin; he did not have emotional fluctuations because of Qilin's forbearance.

At this time,

A thread of sharp light radiated from his gaze.

Immediately after,

Chalimu stomped his foot under him, then stepped forward half a step.

He swept out one leg horizontally, aiming directly at Qilin's chin.

It seemed this Heavy Leg had no reservation at all, as if he wanted to take Qilin's life.

For some reason,

When seeing that hateful aura Qilin had just emitted, Chalimu actually took Qilin as his opponent.

His Heavy Leg had no reservation at all, seemingly aimed at Qilin's head.

But at the moment of kicking out, his target was actually the rope trapping Qilin's body.

Crack!

The rope was kicked away by Chalimu's leg.

Domineering, extremely fast, fierce!

"Come, fight me a round, let me see how strong this brother of yours, the Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, really is."

After the rope binding Qilin's body loosened, he raised his head to look at Chalimu, slightly narrowing his eyes.

Immediately after,

Sharp killing intent radiated from his gaze.

Based on the power of Chalimu's Heavy Leg Killing Move just now, if this Heavy Leg explosion targeted his head,

then,

his head at this moment would very likely be kicked apart by the other party.

No joke, Chalimu's Heavy Leg Killing Move indeed possessed such power.

Bang! Qilin had just regained freedom, but his body had not yet recovered to peak state.

His body swayed, and both arms formed a guard.

At this moment, Chalimu launched a Rush Step Stomp Kick toward Qilin. However, in the blink of an eye, Qilin's claws suddenly grabbed toward Chalimu's leg.

Black Dragon Eighteen Hands — Poison Dragon Claw!

However,

Chalimu seemed to have expected it long ago; at the moment Qilin's claws felt like they grabbed his leg,

his kicking leg suddenly went up, sweeping horizontally toward Qilin's shoulder.

Pfft! Qilin's shoulder was instantly grazed by Chalimu's leg, tearing open a wound.

As if a sharp knife had torn open a bloody gash at Qilin's shoulder.

For a moment, fresh blood kept dripping out.

However, Qilin's willpower was extremely firm; he did not care at all about these 'flesh wounds'.

He retreated half a step under his foot, staring fixedly at Chalimu's foot under him.

"Ah—!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Qilin let out a roar.

At this moment, he was finally completely enraged.

Before, he had always endured in silence because his body was tied to a pillar and had no strength to fight back at all.

And now, the other party had actually loosened the rope on his body.

Could this damn thing be endured? This bastard had tortured him enough during this period; many times, Qilin had almost gone mad.

Most importantly, this guy had always placed himself in the position of 'Qinglong Society Dragon Head' brother.

If it were another time, Qilin naturally would not mind being placed in the status of Chen Jie's brother.

But,

right now he is a prisoner.

The other party has always treated insulting himself as insulting Qinglong Society's Dragon Head Chen Jie.

With it being like this, how could Qilin endure?

"Chalimu, you really think I'm afraid of you!"

"If you don't let me go, I can endure all the humiliation you give me."

"But now, you want to die, Qilin Grandpa will fulfill you with all his strength today!"

"Make these trash around you put down the weapons in their hands, fight a battle with Qilin Grandpa, and I'll thoroughly kill you dead today!"

Feeling the intense rage in Qilin Boss's heart.

Xiao Yong beside him, at this moment, also has rage burning fiercely.

"Qilin Boss—!"

Xiao Yong couldn't help but take a deep breath, his body tied to a pillar, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a single word.

At this time,

one could only hear the teeth in his mouth, biting with a grinding sound.

Finally,

Xiao Yong took a deep breath, made himself calm down, and shouted with all his strength:

"Qilin Boss, hold it in, for the sake of the Dragon Head, we must endure!"

Indeed,

right now is absolutely not the time to have a conflict with Chalimu.

Although Chalimu didn't think about going on a killing spree, but if he breaks limbs again, that would be a loss outweighing the gain.

"Endure! I'd like to see just how long you all can endure!"

Chalimu raised his head to look at Qilin, letting out a cold snort.

Bang! As soon as the words fell, Chalimu's foot suddenly stomped back hard, erupting in extreme speed charge again.

He landed on one foot, then a horizontal sweep kick.

The moment his body neared Qilin, an elbow strike instantly smashed out. The entire waist twisted one hundred eighty degrees!

Divine Dragon Wagging Tail!

This is a variation of the turning sweep kick, fused together with an elbow strike.

Muay Thai Killing Technique!

What made all the surrounding people not expect was that Chalimu actually erupted an Ancient Muay Thai Killing Technique at this moment.

Bang! A muffled sound spread through the surroundings.

Thud! The next moment, only saw Qilin's body fly backwards.

A ferocious and overbearing fused killing move of elbow strike and leg technique, that terrifying limit explosive power, instantly knocked Chalimu to the ground.

Too fierce! Have to say,

with Qilin's combat power, he is not Chalimu's opponent.

Qilin was originally injured, for so long, still hasn't healed.

Moreover, he was just tied up the whole time, condition far from peak.

So, in this current condition, how could Qilin possibly be Chalimu's opponent.

Additionally, even if Qilin was in peak condition, he still wouldn't be Chalimu's opponent.

"Good! Your strength is not bad, giving me another game idea."

"Today we'll play properly, see how you few Qinglong Society guys do in team combat?"

"I'll give you a chance, if you can walk out of this cell, I'll give you a way to live, let you leave!"

"Come people, release the other few Qinglong Society guys for me!"

"Haha—surround them for me, send a few who can fight, beat them ruthlessly for me!"

"Put all weapons down, fight barehanded, remember don't strike fatal vital points!"

"Endure!? I want to see just how much they can endure!"

Chalimu let out a wild laugh.

Following his order, the other subordinates around immediately walked out a small team.

They put the weapons in their hands far away, swarming towards Qilin and Xiao Yong and the others, erupting in a siege.

All using fists and kicks, no one using hard objects.

No choice, Qinglong Society's Dragon Head Chen Jie hasn't returned to Southeast Asia yet.

At this time, if by any chance they accidentally kill Qilin and Xiao Yong and the others, that would cause a huge uproar.

If Qinglong Society goes all out in an outbreak, these Tianyuan Group people are still a bit afraid.

Throwing a rat but fearing to smash the vessels, even if they aren't afraid of Qinglong Society.

But regarding the Bai Family of Myanmar-Yunnan and the Thai Royal Family, they still maintain apprehension.

Bang, bang, bang—! Next, this team around, violently beat Qilin and Xiao Yong.

They trapped the two people, continuously punching and kicking, like hugging their legs on the ground, making them unable to move.

Have to say,

suddenly this kind of siege situation, and the cooperation is extremely tacit.

Qilin and Xiao Yong the two people, simply cannot react in time.

Just like Chalimu said, this is just a game.

When they trained normally, they had practiced encirclement drills more than once.

Moreover, they held an absolute numerical advantage, with Chalimu standing by to back them up.

With Qilin and Xiao Yong, where was any chance of resistance?

Not to mention Qilin was injured right now and not in any condition at all.

Even if he and Xiao Yong were both at their peak state, they could not handle so many people while facing a sudden attack.

These people were all specially trained, not ordinary figures.

And,

they coordinated seamlessly, with both offense and defense.

In less than a minute, Qilin and Xiao Yong gritted their teeth in frustration.

Their arms and legs were both completely bound by the other side.

The others kept striking them just like punching a sandbag.

Hiss! Qilin couldn't help but let out an angry roar as his forehead was struck, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

Since coming to Southeast Asia, he had never been in such a sorry state before.

After exchanging blows with Cali earlier, Qilin knew he was no match for Cali.

If the two fought a life-and-death underground boxing match on the boxing ring, Qilin felt he couldn't last two minutes.

Huff! Qilin couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He swore that if he had a chance to escape alive, he would definitely follow Chen Jie to train hard in martial arts and never slack off again! (Chapter End)