Chapter 83 Conflict

Muki approached Wells, saying, "I haven't seen such a spirited young man in a long time. Seriously, guys like you wouldn't last three hours in Black Crow Town."

"You outsiders, all you know is boasting, huh?" Wells snorted.

Hearing this, Muki clenched his fist, grinned menacingly, and reached for Wells' neck with his large black hand!

Wells, already on guard, deflected his hand, then retaliated with his iron-clad fist, engaging Muki in a struggle. The two began grappling fiercely.

Wells felt an immense pressure from Muki's hand, realizing the terrifying strength possessed by this black man named Muki!

He had a family secret technique. Wells' family, from his grandfather to his father, had exceptional skills focused on their fists, following the extreme path of power. His grandfather had gained renown with the "Fist of Raging Fire"!

With good genetic inheritance and excellent training from childhood, Wells was very confident in his strength. After unlocking his genetic lock, his confidence soared.

But he hadn't expected to encounter such a formidable opponent here.

He could only exert all his strength, gritting his teeth as he struggled against Muki, refusing to give ground.

"Not bad, kid."

In front of him, Muki wasn't finding it easy either. Although he maintained a certain advantage over Wells, he was surprised to find himself in a stalemate.

However, despite his imposing appearance, this black man had some tricks up his sleeve.

Wells suddenly felt a tingling pain in his palm, as if pricked by a needle, followed by a numbing sensation spreading from his palm.

He'd been ambushed!

The numbing sensation weakened his strength. Wells' arm went limp, and it was easily twisted by Muki!

He saw the big black man opposite him retracting his arm with a grim smile, then lunging forward with a massive fist.

In an instant, Wells realized that if that fist struck his head, he'd likely suffer a concussion.

At the critical moment, he saw an arm bound within a bandage appear before him.

The ignited blue demon energy formed a claw that enveloped the entire arm. Then, this fist collided with Muki's.

With a dull thud, their fists broke apart, and they both staggered back a few steps before stabilizing themselves.

This exchange of blows was evenly matched!

Muki looked at Li Wei in horror, and at Li Wei's arm, where the demonic energy gradually dissipated, his expression filled with shock.

He knew how powerful his punch was. He had intended to directly incapacitate Wells, but he hadn't held back much. Yet, this kid actually blocked him? Hadn't he unlocked his genetic lock yet?

Feeling his slightly numb right arm, he didn't know what the blue claw that had emerged was, but it didn't quell his anger.

A full-force punch failed to knock down even a Level X individual?

Muki felt embarrassed and flushed with shame.

He roared, his eyes red, his muscles bulging, and charged straight at Li Wei!

Li Wei's crimson eyes, quietly opened, clearly observed the opponent's movements. He deftly sidestepped, evading Muki's straight punch, while drawing his short blade from its sheath. With a swift flash, the Steel-Cleaving Flash sliced open a gash on the black man's side.

This injury was insignificant to Muki. As Li Wei's blade struck him, he reached down with one hand, grabbing Li Wei's short blade.

"Got you!"

The leather glove was torn, blood oozing slightly, but Muki paid it no mind. With his other hand, he pulled out his wolf-tooth club, grinning menacingly as he prepared to smash Li Wei's head.

But in an instant, he saw a dark barrel aimed at his head.

"Don't be rash! Don't be rash!" A voice echoed in everyone's ears, Alves shouting. He hadn't spoken when Muki took advantage, but now he intervened to stop them.

But no one listened to him.

Confident in the hardness of his own head, Muki recognized the SN97 police pistol in Li Wei's hand, known for its low power. Even if it had engraved bullets, as long as the bullets didn't hit his eyes or mouth, he wouldn't die instantly.

But he was a hundred percent sure that as long as he smashed Li Wei's head with his wolf-tooth club, Li Wei would undoubtedly die.

Moreover, as long as he struck Li Wei's head first, it wouldn't matter what bullets were in Li Wei's gun!

With the club overhead, Li Wei's body remained motionless, just squeezing the trigger.

The powerful insight from his Sharingan enabled him to clearly judge that he would be the first to shoot.

So what was there to fear?

Bang! The gun fired!

The club struck the ground at Li Wei's feet, cracking it, but the body of the black man flew four or five meters away under the impact of the bullet, enhanced with lethal piercing power.

The black man lying on the ground had a hole in his forehead, motionless.

Li Wei's plan to reload was blocked by Alves.

He spread out his hands, blocking Li Wei and the others, and shouted, "Don't be rash!"

After a moment of hesitation, Li Wei still had some concerns and didn't shoot directly.

Alves glared angrily at Li Wei and the others, then turned around to check on Muki's condition.

Muki lay on the ground, his life hanging by a thread.

Alves signaled to his other two brothers to come help. Soon, the three of them lifted Muki off the ground and onto the car.

"You guys wait!" Alves threw out a threat, but then drove off gloomily.

Qian Long, who came over, was a little dumbfounded. He asked, "That's it? Li Wei, when you were about to shoot, I thought we were going to fight them!"

Li Wei's expression didn't improve at all. He said, "I really wish we could fight. This is the real trouble now."

"Yeah..." Ban Derui also said on the side, "We need to be careful."

"They left, didn't they?" Qian Long expressed confusion.

Li Wei said, "They'll be back."

"Huh?" Cai Yutong also didn't understand.

Li Wei only explained with a sentence, and Cai Yutong and Qian Long understood: "They're too close to the Four-Leaf Clover Guild."