Chapter 835

Is this guy even human? He's simply more ferocious than a wild beast.

At such close range, an ordinary person would absolutely not be able to dodge, yet this kid before them could actually do it; he was just like a monster.

Su Hang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up, his gaze locked on the old man, cold light exploding in his eyes. This old thing was indeed just putting on a show.

"I say, old man, don't you feel ashamed playing these tricks?" Su Hang sneered.

With clean movements, the long sword in his hand was also extremely sharp. Every strike accurately hit a bandit, forcing them back. Moreover, every strike he made was measured—not injuring bones or tendons, nor being fatal—but the bandits simply couldn't withstand his sword moves.

This old man had come prepared!

"Hmph, mere petty tricks." The old man's face was gloomy as he snorted coldly. "You are but a mere child; even if you have practiced some strange secret manual, you cannot compare to me. I advise you to surrender early to avoid suffering."

"Is that so?"

Su Hang snorted coldly. "If that's the case, then don't blame me for not following the rules of the Wu Lin."

As he spoke, Su Hang shifted his feet, his figure flickered, and he vanished from where he stood.

The bandits were stunned. Before they could understand what was happening, they saw Su Hang had already closed in on the old man's side and smashed a fist toward him.

The old man's pupils shrank. Su Hang's speed was simply too fast; it was impossible to dodge. In his haste, he could only raise a palm to defend.

However, he had underestimated Su Hang. The power of this punch exceeded his imagination; it was not something he could withstand.

The sound of bones shattering came, the old man let out a muffled groan, and his wrist was dislocated...

Su Hang pressed his advantage, his fist momentum not stopping, driving straight for the heart, smashing toward the old man's chest.

The old man was terrified; if this punch landed solidly, it would surely be a disaster.

In the blink of an eye, the old man hurriedly released Su Hang's arm and flashed his body to the side, barely dodging the punch.

Su Hang did not let up; strike while the iron is hot. With a lunge, he pursued closely.

In his panic, the old man swept a whip-kick toward Su Hang's waist.

With a crisp sound, the old man felt as if he had kicked a steel plate. A sharp pain surged through his entire body, and he was sent flying, dragging across the ground for several zhang.

Su Hang sprinted, reaching the old man's side in the blink of an eye. With both legs bent to store power, he slammed his knee into the old man's chest. With a crack, ribs broke.

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood. Su Hang's strike had the force of a thousand jun; it was not something an old man with one foot in the grave could withstand.

"Bang!"

Su Hang smashed a fist onto the old man's shoulder, and the old man let out another miserable scream, collapsing onto the ground.

Another mouthful of blood was spat out. ===== CHAPTER 837 =====