Chapter 108: Control

"Ah!!!"

Seeing that Cheng Kexin was already on the verge of death and Chen Che's side had yet to finish, Cheng Kexiang's mental defenses collapsed; she let out a shriek and, disregarding everything, rushed toward Peng Hui, hitting and biting him.

Peng Hui gave a mocking laugh, and with just a light lift of his leg, Cheng Kexiang was blown away by True Qi, crashing to the ground with her left leg dislocated.

"Let go of my sister!"

Even with a dislocated left leg, Cheng Kexiang still dragged her leg, limping toward Peng Hui.

She knew she couldn't save Cheng Kexin on her own, but she could not allow herself to do nothing; even if she were to die, she would die together with her sister!

Qian Rongrong ran over and hugged Cheng Kexiang; she didn't know how to stop Peng Hui, so all she could do was prevent Cheng Kexiang from throwing her life away, pinning all her hopes on Chen Che.

Qiao Ming, hiding in the corner, saw this scene, his heart pounding violently.

After Zhang Shouhang was shot, he had thought he would fall into Chen Che's hands today, but he hadn't expected Peng Hui to have such a backup plan; the situation had reversed once again!

"Mr. Peng, kill them, don't leave a single one!"

Qiao Ming was trembling with excitement; he thought the same as Peng Hui—if Zhang Shouhang met with an accident at the bar and they let Chen Che and the others leave, the Zhang Family would certainly settle the score with him.

If Peng Hui could kill Chen Che and the others, he could then put on a show of being a victim; he wouldn't ask for anything else, but at the very least, his life would be saved!

Peng Hui gripped Cheng Kexin's neck, deliberately controlling his strength to keep her in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness, forcing her to endure the sensation of suffocation coming and going.

He glanced at the desperate Qian Rongrong and the sorrowfully crying Cheng Kexiang, then cast a sidelong glance at Chen Che and Li Qingyan, a sneer of disdain appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Buying time? How naive! I now possess the full strength of a Half-step Grandmaster; if I really wanted to kill you, you wouldn't be able to withstand a single move!

The reason I didn't attack Chen Che was to let him recover; can the strength boosted by Medicine and Needle Technique compare to Divine Medicine? You are truly overestimating yourselves!

Now that I have obtained power I could never have possessed in a lifetime of cultivation, how can I not enjoy it properly? I want to torture you all to death one by one; I love the look of you struggling in your death throes!"

Peng Hui laughed wildly, the sound as if a demon had finally obtained the treasure it had dreamed of!

"It's done!"

At this moment, Li Qingyan collapsed onto the ground, weakly spitting out the two words.

"Hoo~"

The next second, a sound of something piercing the air rang out.

Peng Hui's expression changed, his killing intent surging as he prepared to snap Cheng Kexin's neck.

"Boom!"

A fist as fast as a thunderbolt struck Peng Hui squarely on the side of his face; two teeth flew out, and Peng Hui also fell sideways to the ground, sliding several meters away.

Chen Che caught Cheng Kexin around the waist, inserted three Silver Needles into the acupoints on her chest, his face full of panic, and as he touched her face, he called out, "Senior Sister, Senior Sister!"

Under the effect of the Ghost Gate Needle, Cheng Kexin's expression softened, and she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Chen Che's panicked face.

"Junior Brother... has it... been thirty seconds... yet?"

Cheng Kexin asked weakly.

Chen Che let out a sigh of relief and smiled, "It has. You rest well; leave the rest to me."

"Mm." Cheng Kexin nodded.

Qian Rongrong and Cheng Kexiang rushed over together to look after Cheng Kexin, and Chen Che stood up and said to Li Qingyan, "Third Senior Sister, please treat them."

After giving the instruction, Chen Che walked forward slowly, and Peng Hui also stood up again at this moment, looking at Chen Che and provocatively spitting the blood in his mouth onto the ground.

"That punch had real power; it seems this realm boosted by Needle Technique isn't bad either!"

Peng Hui laughed contemptuously.

"Since you dared to hurt her, then leave your life behind."

Chen Che spoke slowly, yet the killing intent on his body grew violently in an instant!

"Kill me? Ridiculous!"

Peng Hui sneered gloomily: "Since we are both relying on unorthodox methods to boost our strength, do you really think your Needle Technique can be stronger than Divine Medicine? Since you are so overestimating yourself, I will let you see what a gap really is!"

Peng Hui let out a loud shout, his True Qi exploding from his body as he shot toward Chen Che.

This time, Chen Che did not get emotional; instead, he took a deep breath, opened his left palm, and a Ghost Gate Needle hovered in the center of his palm.

At the same time, he held two fingers of his right hand up in front of his lips and whispered, "Control!"

The technique was activated, True Qi attached to the Ghost Gate Needle, and the Ghost Gate Needle shot toward the oncoming Peng Hui.

"Swish!"

A sound of something piercing the air rang out, like the cry of a bird or beast.

Peng Hui's expression froze, and he quickly dodged to the side, but the Ghost Gate Needle grazed his cheek, cutting a bloody groove.

Feeling the burning sensation on his cheek, Peng Hui looked at Chen Che in confusion and asked, "Using True Qi externally to drive objects to attack—this is not a Martial Artist's method! How did you manage to do it?"

A sneer of disdain curled the corners of Chen Che's lips; he did not answer, but continued to bend his fingers to form the seal.

The flying Ghost Gate Needle turned around in the air and launched another attack at Peng Hui, its speed so fast that it left a trail in the air.

Peng Hui's body jolted, a chill running down his back, and he quickly dodged to the side.

However, this time, the Ghost Gate Needle pierced through Peng Hui's left arm; the pain caused his reaction to slow for a split second, and the Ghost Gate Needle rapidly turned around in the air again, piercing through his body.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The Ghost Gate Needle continuously darted in and out of Peng Hui's body, the white trails weaving together like a ball of yarn entangling Peng Hui.

After piercing through several times, the Ghost Gate Needle flew back to Chen Che's palm, while Peng Hui's expression froze, his whole body stiffening in place.

Countless small holes appeared on Peng Hui's body; he now looked like a human hourglass, blood leaking from the small holes and soaking his clothes, making him look like a blood-drenched man!

Peng Hui's eyes widened, staring at Chen Che in disbelief; as he recalled the battle just now, the shock in his heart outweighed his fear of death.

"You... you are not a Martial Artist..."

Before Peng Hui could finish his sentence, countless red dots appeared on his neck, and with the vibration of his vocal cords, dense columns of blood sprayed out.

"Boom!"

Peng Hui fell backward, his body twitching a few times before he completely lost all signs of life.

The entire room was deathly silent.

Li Qingyan, Cheng Kexin, Cheng Kexiang, and Qian Rongrong were also stunned by the scene before them.

Even though they knew Chen Che possessed great strength, seeing a combat style different from the hand-to-hand fighting of a Martial Artist still left them incredibly shocked.

"Mr. Peng... how did Mr. Peng die...?"

"I don't know... it looked like he was killed by a needle..."

"Who exactly is that person? I saw it just like on television; it seemed like he cast some kind of spell, and that needle killed Mr. Peng... Is he... an immortal or... a devil?"

The guests and the underlings of Zhang Shouhang who had been unfortunately dragged into this conflict were all dumbfounded; the inconceivable way Peng Hui died brought a massive shock to their hearts, and the looks they cast toward Chen Che were filled with terror and horror, as if they were looking at a life-reaping evil ghost!

Qiao Ming froze in place, his mouth agape, looking at Chen Che with an expression of utter disbelief, his heart once again churning with turbulent waves.

The methods Chen Che displayed exceeded his understanding; he hadn't even seen clearly how Chen Che made his move before Peng Hui was already dead, and he had died in such a wretched and miserable state!

He wanted to flee, but his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, weighing a thousand catties.

Using every ounce of his strength, he silently crawled into a private room, trembling as he pulled out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the Zhang Family's second uncle, Zhang Yimin!