But soon, due to the gunshot wound and the continuous explosive escapes, Black Knife's strength was mostly spent, and he could not keep it up.
He stopped!
Iron Tower was even more frenzied by his desperate attack and threw several heavy punches; Black Knife only managed to dodge the first few:
The fifth punch!
Black Knife ultimately failed to dodge it!
Boom...
Black Knife was sent flying again, crashing into Old Batou, who was just coming up to support White Whip, knocking him away as well.
At this moment:
Even Black Knife could barely get up!
Are the three of them too weak?
Of course not!
Among the three: even Old Batou, the leader who wasn't skilled in combat, could easily defeat several Bodyguards in his youth. Needless to say, Black Knife and White Whip were combat machines specially trained from childhood, designed to deal with the various complex situations and fierce beasts in tombs; the two of them could easily handle dozens of ordinary Bodyguards.
But they were human after all. Under normal circumstances, with Black Knife and White Whip's skills, the two of them combined would never be at a disadvantage against Iron Tower. However, they had just experienced a life-or-death struggle and were shot; although they weren't hit in vital areas, they had lost a lot of blood. In this condition, being able to parry with Iron Tower for a while was already quite an achievement.
Now, they had basically no ability to resist!
Thud! Thud!
Iron Tower strode toward White Whip with a ferocious gaze. Denison had told him that the qilin seal should be on this young girl, and if he snatched it, it would be a great achievement.
His large hand reached for White Whip's neck.
Old Batou's eyes were splitting with rage: "Stop..."
Black Knife also tried to force himself up but couldn't...
Both of them could see that this Iron Tower was clearly not soft-hearted. If she was caught by him, she would likely be dead or crippled. Yet, they could do nothing but watch helplessly as Iron Tower's hand continued to descend upon White Whip.
Is it going to end like this...
They, the Northern Sect, had dominated the tomb-raiding world for so many years; they had encountered so many dangers underground and always turned bad luck into good.
Could it be that they would fall just before reaching the shore? Was this heaven's warning to them?
People like them were not worthy of reaching the shore.
Were people like them not worthy of starting a new life?
Really... was there no chance left...
Many big shots in the boxes on both sides saw that such a girl was about to perish. Some felt pity, some were indifferent, and others were just watching the show. But no big shot spoke up to stop it. A petty thief dying was just a death; how many deaths had they not seen before...
Just when everyone thought White Whip was done for!
Just when Black Knife and Old Batou were both in despair!
Just when Iron Tower's large hand was only half an inch away from White Whip's neck!
A hand, larger than Iron Tower's, suddenly appeared in front of White Whip's neck and grabbed Iron Tower's hand.
Bang!
A dull thud rang out as the two palms collided.
Iron Tower didn't even look up!
Seeking death!
Daring to stop him!
Iron Tower pushed forward with force; he not only wanted to crush White Whip's throat but also break the hand that dared to stop him. However, no matter how hard he pushed, his hand felt as if it were gripped by iron pliers and could not move an inch. Even more, the hand gripping him seemed to begin applying force, and a power greater than his own came from the fist.
Pain...
His fist was forcibly pried upward.
What?
Iron Tower looked up in disbelief: he saw a young man standing directly in front of him, about the same height but with a more ferocious appearance, grinning at him:
The next moment:
The other party's fist struck at him!
"How bold!" Iron Tower's face was filled with extreme anger. Such contempt meant he really didn't put him in his eyes. He also threw a punch, and the two fists collided for the first time, emitting a huge roar:
Boom...
The powerful impact made Iron Tower's body involuntarily retreat a step, and his face couldn't help but flush red.
"Huh..."
Si Jiu looked at Iron Tower, who had only retreated one step, and couldn't help but let out a soft sound of surprise.
Just that one sound.
Made Iron Tower's face flush to the extreme:
What was the other party surprised about?
What kind of look was that?
Contempt!
It was as if being able to take a punch from him was very surprising. How could Iron Tower stand this? Who was he? He was once a king of underground black boxing: countless strong men had died at his hands. Although he didn't think he was invincible, he was definitely awesome. Now, to be mocked with such contempt by some big man who popped out of nowhere, and who actually pushed him back half a step, was practically shitting on his head!
"Roar... You are seeking death!" The big man, Iron Tower, didn't hesitate and charged directly at Si Jiu, his fists bombarding out with a crackle:
Facing Iron Tower, who charged like a wild bull, Si Jiu's expression became a bit more eager, and he also raised his fist to counter:
Boom, boom, boom...
The huge collision sound echoed through the box area.
After a few punches!
Si Jiu's originally eager expression faded, and he said indifferently: "With only this much ability, why are you roaring so loudly?"
What?
Iron Tower heard the contempt from so close and was furious, but there was no time given for him to retort.
Just then.
His punching fist was grabbed by Si Jiu again and pulled hard:
Whoosh!
Iron Tower's body involuntarily lurched forward a step.
Step!
Si Jiu also stepped forward:
Transforming his fist into an elbow!
Front collapse!
Boom...
Iron Tower was sent flying like a cannonball, scaring the guards and Bodyguards who were chasing behind into hurriedly moving aside in panic. Iron Tower weighed at least three hundred jin, and with that kind of impact, anyone who dared to catch him was truly courting death.
Clang...
Iron Tower fell heavily onto the floor, crashing into a box wall before barely stopping. His face was flushed, his eyes bloodshot, and he couldn't stand up for a moment.
This scene:
Shocked everyone in the boxes on both sides.
In their eyes, the two people's fight was too fast!
One moment: those three people were watching as they were about to be killed by Iron Tower, but the next moment Si Jiu appeared, the two fought rapidly for a few rounds, and then Iron Tower, who had been like a ferocious beast, was sent flying and couldn't get up.
It was hard for anyone to remain calm!
: "Holy shit? Isn't that Si Jiu from Chairman Qin's side? His strength is actually so formidable."
: "I remember now! It is said that when Chairman Qin was attacked, it was this big guy who crippled several internationally famous mercenaries. It is said that he is Black Dragon Group's top thug, Chairman Qin's sworn brother and personal Bodyguard, nicknamed: [God of War]. Seeing him today: he truly lives up to his name, he is really godlike!"
: "Impressive! Really impressive! If only I had a Bodyguard with this kind of strength, I would be willing to spend any amount of money..."
: "But what I am most curious about is: why is this God of War managing this matter?"
Once these words were spoken.
Others were also filled with curiosity.
At this moment.
Under everyone's gaze.
Si Jiu didn't even look at Iron Tower, but instead turned his gaze to White Whip, Black Knife, and Old Batou: "Are you okay!"
"Ah..." White Whip: "I'm... I'm fine!"
Black Knife: "Won't die..."
Old Batou: "Um... Mr. Wei... we..."
Si Jiu waved his hand, not letting Old Batou explain here, and said calmly: "Brother Jiang invites you in..."