Chapter 43 Ambush

The elbows came crashing down, a display of savage might!

Muay Thai fighters were known for their hardened hands and feet. A single elbow strike could shatter stone slabs. Miao Quan's Muay Thai had reached a transcendent level. If those two elbows connected, even the hardest human skull would be pulverized!

Ferocious!

Dangerous!

Under immense peril, An Qisheng felt his heart pounding like a drum, his blood boiling and rushing to his head, causing his eyes to turn red.

"Hmph! Ha!"

An Qisheng lowered his stance, and the ground beneath him suddenly trembled. He exhaled explosively, and visible waves of heat burst forth from his mouth and nostrils!

Bang!

Immense force erupted from his feet, causing the ground to silently crack like turtle shell patterns.

Simultaneously, every inch of bone and sinew in his body resonated, creating a chorus of strength. This tremendous power rose from his feet, ascending inch by inch, reaching his shoulders and elbows.

In the next instant, his arm bent, and his elbow struck upwards, aiming directly at Miao Quan's chest and abdomen.

Upward Cannon Punch!

At that moment, An Qisheng ignored Miao Quan's attack, seemingly willing to perish together!

"Hmm?!"

Under intense mental pressure, Miao Quan saw An Qisheng's Upward Cannon Punch.

"You want to die with me?"

Miao Quan's eyes turned red, and a violent aura surged within him. He pressed down with both elbows.

So what if you dodged the Twin Peaks Piercing Ears? A single downward strike would be enough to smash your head into your stomach!

But just then, a flash of light seemed to cross his eyes.

A great sense of crisis arose in his heart.

"Sniper rifle?!!!"

Miao Quan roared silently in his heart, terror seizing his heart like a giant hand.

In an instant, every hair on his body stood on end, and his short hair seemed to be electrified.

With his fist reaching the state of *Huajin* (Transformation Realm), he was no longer too afraid of small-caliber pistols. Unless a gun was pressed against his head, he would not be killed.

For example, when An Qisheng fired at the katana-wielding assassin earlier, Miao Quan wouldn't have bothered to dodge if the distance wasn't only two meters.

But that didn't mean a *Huajin* master was completely immune to guns.

Faced with a truly powerful sniper rifle aimed at his head, even a *Huajin* master, even one who had achieved *Baodan* (Embracing the Core), would pale in comparison!

"Move!!"

"Move, damn it!!!"

"Move for me!"

Miao Quan's elbows had already touched the short hair on An Qisheng's head. In less than a second, he could kill the enemy before him.

But at this moment, how could he dare?

He roared in his heart, forcibly retracting his attack amidst bursting blood vessels.

He crossed his arms, protecting his forehead!

Crack!

From a thousand meters away, the sniper bullet arrived first, instantly piercing Miao Quan's iron arms that had been trained for decades.

Bang!

At the same time, An Qisheng's Upward Cannon Punch struck Miao Quan's chest!

The sound of a gunshot and the sound of a body colliding rang out almost simultaneously.

"Ah!"

A miserable scream tore through the sky.

Miao Quan screamed, sent flying backwards by An Qisheng's Upward Cannon Punch. Blood mixed with internal organs sprayed wildly, staining the earth red.

Bang!

After flying five or six meters, Miao Quan crashed heavily to the ground, his body twisting like a snake.

He died unwillingly, his blood staining the earth red.

"Tch! Daring to kill people in Da Xuan during the New Year!"

On a small hill a thousand meters away, Wang Anfeng, dressed in camouflage, threw away the sniper rifle, stood up, and spat.

"They all say Muay Thai practitioners have hard bones, so I specially prepared a special armor-piercing bullet for you. Let's see if you can block it!"

"Hoo!"

An Qisheng exhaled a long breath.

Every bone in his body seemed to ache. He lifted his clothes to see that every point of impact was bruised, especially his arms, which were almost black.

He could quickly master techniques, and quickly learn fist forms, but physical conditioning couldn't improve so rapidly.

The hardness of his bones was indeed inferior to Miao Quan's.

"Miao Quan."

An Qisheng glanced at Miao Quan's corpse. His violently beating heart gradually calmed down at this moment.

A *Huajin* master wasn't so easy to kill.

He wasn't arrogant enough to face a Muay Thai *Huajin* master, a notorious bandit with dozens or hundreds of lives on his hands who had been on the run for nearly twenty years.

The reason he had led him all this way was naturally to bring him within Wang Anfeng's shooting range.

Miao Quan had been on the run for many years and was sensitive to tracking and counter-tracking. An ambush with many people would easily be discovered. This time, only he and Wang Anfeng were involved.

Facing such a fierce person, he was under a lot of pressure himself. Talking and fighting were all to facilitate Wang Anfeng's analysis and preparation.

Wang Anfeng had been preparing for this shot for several days.

Even so, the actual fight was extremely dangerous.

"Ah! Murder!"

"Report to the Enforcers, someone is shooting people!"

"Run!"

The street was in an uproar. Everyone who witnessed this scene was terrified.

They no longer had the mood to watch. One by one, they started their vehicles, wanting to step on the gas pedal into the gas tank. Before long, they had disappeared without a trace.

*Beep*

A moment later, a black car stopped by the roadside, and Wang Anfeng, dressed in camouflage, opened the door and walked out.

"He's really alert..."

Wang Anfeng glanced at Miao Quan's corpse and snorted coldly.

Miao Quan's arms had been broken by a single shot, and his severed hands had been thrown several meters away. His shot had left deep gouges on his scalp, and his skull had been cut open.

But this shot hadn't been completely successful. What truly killed him was still An Qisheng's elbow strike.

"Let's go, leave the rest to the Enforcers. Such a fierce bandit in this Spiderweb will probably make them very happy."

Wang Anfeng looked at An Qisheng standing in front of Miao Quan's corpse:

"You don't have any tragic feelings about martial arts masters being killed by guns, do you?"

"I don't have a habit of sympathizing with enemies."

An Qisheng shook his head.

Guns kill people, fists kill people, knives kill people, aren't they all killing people?

If he couldn't stand enemies being killed by guns, what martial arts was he practicing?

He bent down and searched Miao Quan's body, taking out several ID cards, Xuan coins, and a mobile phone:

"Ever since I started dealing with you siblings, my situation has become more and more dangerous. I'm just wondering if I should stay away from you."

"What do you mean?"

Wang Anfeng rolled his eyes:

"So, I came all this way, and you're not even a little touched?"

"Forget it, let's leave here."

An Qisheng sighed and said no more.

Now that he had truly decided to embark on this path, fighting and killing were inevitable. It was his own choice, and there was no need to blame anyone.

"What are you doing with his phone?"

Wang Anfeng started the car and slowly left the place where Miao Quan's body lay.

An Qisheng skillfully opened the phone, not even looking up as he said:

"Miao Quan may not have come alone to carry out the mission. If he has accomplices, this phone will be very important..."

"Do you think you're my sister? At most, you're just an extra in this mission. How many people could be coming to kill you?

Besides this Miao Quan, most of them became the accomplishments of our Enforcer martial artists shortly after entering the country..."

Wang Anfeng said.

"Nothing is absolute, there might be some that slip through the net."

An Qisheng shook his head and opened the phone's address book.

It was empty, and the call records had also been completely deleted.

"So careful?"

An Qisheng raised an eyebrow, about to take out Wang Anfeng's computer to crack the phone's backend.

At that moment, the phone suddenly vibrated.