CIATB Chapter 35 Violent Aesthetics! One punch, one kill!
Chapter 35 Violent Aesthetics! One punch, one kill!
The air in the alley froze for a full three seconds after Zhang Yan said, "I'm in a hurry, I need to go home and cook."
The greed and ferocity on the faces of those dozen or so thugs seemed to have been paused.
Go home...and cook?
What kind of insane language is this?
Even as he faced death, he was still thinking about what to have for dinner.
This extreme contempt is more likely to ignite anger than any vicious curse.
"Damn it! Kill him!"
The closest thug with blond hair was the first to react, his mind clouded by the 100,000 yuan reward and Zhang Yan's attitude.
He let out a beastly roar, raised the steel pipe high with both hands, and with all his might, slammed it down on Zhang Yan's head!
The whistling wind created a sharp, piercing sound as it cut through the narrow alleyway.
On Zhao Yu's contorted face, the anticipated pleasure of blood splattering was already showing.
He even raised his phone, ready to record this wonderful first moment.
However, the images captured by his lens did not turn out as he had hoped.
Faced with a blow that could split his head open, Zhang Yan did not even take a single step back.
He moved.
It's not dodging, it's stepping forward.
step.
With that simple step, he seemed to shrink the distance in space, closing in directly in front of the blond-haired man.
The blond-haired man's pupils contracted sharply. He only saw a blur before the handsome young man disappeared from his attack range and entered his arms.
That's suicide!
A sinister smile flashed across his face as he prepared to discard the steel pipe and knee Zhang Yan in the abdomen.
But he no longer had the chance.
Zhang Yan's left hand moved faster than the other way around. With his palm open, he didn't try to block the heavy steel pipe, but instead casually placed it on the inside of the blond-haired man's wrist.
With a gentle lift and a guiding motion.
A perfectly timed force instantly altered the trajectory of the falling steel pipe.
Huang Mao felt a numbness in his wrist, and the immense force uncontrollably veered to the side, slamming him against the wall with a loud crash, sparks flying everywhere.
at the same time.
Zhang Yan's right fist moved.
Without any build-up or arm swing, it suddenly exploded within a distance of less than an inch!
boom!
A dull, teeth-grinding sound of flesh colliding.
That punch landed precisely on the blond-haired man's chest.
The sneer on the blond man's face froze instantly, replaced by extreme pain and bewilderment.
He felt as if he had been hit head-on by a rhinoceros running at full speed, all the air in his chest was sucked out in an instant, and his internal organs were out of place.
His mouth was open, but he couldn't make a sound; his eyes bulged out due to lack of oxygen.
He collapsed backward like a lump of mud, the steel pipe slipping limply from his hand.
one strike.
Just one strike.
A strong, grown man fell down silently.
This bizarre scene caused the thugs who had just surged forward to freeze in their tracks.
"Attack him together! Damn it, even if he's a good fighter, he's still only one person!"
Someone in the crowd shouted something.
Their remaining rationality was completely consumed by greed, and the remaining dozen or so people went mad, waving their weapons and rushing towards Zhang Yan from all directions!
The alley was narrow, and they had almost completely blocked any room for maneuver.
Zhao Yu's camera was fixed firmly on the center, and his breathing became heavy.
He wants to see it!
He wanted to see how this bastard would be beaten to a pulp!
But the images in his lens turned into a solo dance full of violent aesthetics that he couldn't understand.
Zhang Yan made a move.
His steps were small, yet so fast that they left only a blur.
Facing a baseball bat sweeping in from the right, he neither dodged nor avoided it. His left leg moved like a whip, striking first from behind, delivering a swift low sweep that accurately hit the opponent's ankle.
"Snap!"
The cracking sound of bone breaking was clearly audible.
The thug let out a piercing scream, lost his balance, and fell headlong toward Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan didn't even look at him. He slightly turned his body to the side, letting the man fall past him. At the same time, his elbow slid down and hit the man's neck lightly.
The screams abruptly stopped.
On his left, a steel pipe whistled through the air as it pierced his ribs.
Using his left foot as a pivot, Zhang Yan suddenly spun around, his right hand transforming into a knife, precisely slicing into the elbow joint of the opponent's hand holding the handle!
The thug felt as if his arm had been snapped in iron clamps; in excruciating pain, the steel pipe slipped from his grasp.
Zhang Yan snatched the steel pipe without looking at it and swung it backward.
"Bang!"
A thug who was about to launch a sneak attack from behind was hit squarely in the face by the flying steel pipe, his nose gushing blood as he fell backward.
The two were dealt with in less than two seconds.
Zhang Yan's figure weaved through the crowd like a slippery fish or an invincible blade.
His movements were devoid of any unnecessary flourishes.
Every move follows the simplest, most direct, and most effective principle of killing.
He pointed a finger at the throat, causing a thug to kneel on the ground, clutching his neck and dry heaving.
The force of the blow pierced the heart, sending a burly, bald man flying backward and knocking over his two companions behind him.
He dislocated the shoulder joint of a thug in a single move, causing him to scream like a pig being slaughtered.
This is no longer a fight.
This was a one-sided massacre.
Zhao Yu's hand holding the phone began to tremble uncontrollably.
The image in his lens was completely out of focus.
He couldn't see Zhang Yan's movements clearly, but he could see the thugs he had paid to hire falling down in swathes, like wheat being cut down.
There was no fierce fighting, no bloody brawl.
Only the dull thuds of blows and the suppressed cries and wails of pain could be heard.
The handsome young man strolled leisurely through the crowd.
His white T-shirt was still spotless.
He didn't even change the frequency of his breathing.
Less than a minute.
When the last thug still standing looked at his companions lying all over the ground, and then at the unharmed boy whose hair was perfectly styled, his mental defenses completely collapsed.
"A ghost...a ghost!"
He yelled, threw down the baseball bat, and ran away.
Zhang Yan's expression remained unchanged.
He lightly hooked his toe on the ground, and a fallen steel pipe jumped into his hand.
A flick of the wrist.
The steel pipe transformed into a streak of black light and flew away in a spinning motion.
"puff!"
The steel pipe struck the fleeing thug precisely in the back of his knee.
The man's legs went weak, and he screamed as he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up again.
The entire alley fell silent instantly.
Only a dozen or so men remained lying on the ground, their groans rising and falling like a symphony of despair.
Zhang Yan stood in the center of the mess and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
He turned around, took a step, and walked slowly towards the man who had been completely petrified at the alley entrance.
Zhao Yu stood frozen in place.
He watched helplessly as the menacing figure approached him, his legs trembling as if they were powered by a motor, and a warm liquid uncontrollably flowed down his trouser leg.
fear.
An unprecedented fear, like icy seawater, completely overwhelmed him.
Zhang Yan walked up to him and stopped.
He didn't say anything, but simply reached out and easily snatched the phone from Zhao Yu's trembling hand with two fingers.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at the screen.
Unlock, find the album, and open the video that's only a few dozen seconds long but completely chaotic.
delete.
Then, he returned the phone to Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu instinctively reached out to take it.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the phone, Zhang Yan let go.
Snapped.
The phone fell to the ground.
Zhang Yan lifted his foot and gently placed it down.
"Snap!"
A crisp popping sound.
He stomped on the latest model of the iPhone, smashing the screen and the body to pieces, turning it into a pile of electronic waste.
After doing all this, Zhang Yan raised his head, his clear eyes calmly gazing at Zhao Yu's bloodless face.
He reached out and gently patted the face that was contorted with fear.
"Smack."
"Smack."
"Go back and tell your dad."
Zhang Yan's voice was soft, yet it was like a knife chilled to the bone, piercing Zhao Yu's heart.
"Let him prepare for bankruptcy liquidation."