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Wang Longhu laughed; this person's confidence truly exceeded his expectations.

The Four Poison Hall is indeed a martial artist force entrenched in Vietnam for many years, capable of fostering the momentum that Tan Yuejin, a once fleeing dog, now possesses.

"A very tempting offer, but... I refuse," Wang Longhu said with a squinting smile.

As soon as the words fell, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.

Bam!

Tan Yuejin blocked with both hands, precariously catching Wang Longhu's fist. The immense power behind the opponent's punch immediately made Tan Yuejin's qi and blood surge, as if his internal organs were being jolted out of position by the tremendous force.

Tan Yuejin let out a muffled grunt, and the smoke from the cigar he was puffing on spilled directly out of his mouth.

"Huh?" Wang Longhu looked at the guy in front of him with surprise.

At the instant the other party caught his fist, Wang Longhu sensed a passive rebound of dark force within Tan Yuejin's body. This was a situation that Wang Longhu, as a Huajin grandmaster, was all too familiar with.

This is Huajin!

Tan Yuejin was actually a Huajin grandmaster!

This was beyond Wang Longhu's expectations, and even Fifth Master hadn't anticipated such a thing.

In Fifth Master's speculation, among those junior disciples who fled to Vietnam, there would definitely be someone who reached the level of a Huajin grandmaster.

But it should never have been Tan Yuejin, this little junior brother who indulged in wine and women.

Martial artists emphasize sufficient vitality and abundant vitality.

Wine is a poison through the intestines, and lust is a bone-cutting knife.

Indulging in wine and women would lower a martial artist's stamina, thereby making them more distant from Huajin.

But what was unexpected was that Tan Yuejin had taken this step even before Fifth Master.

"You've mastered Huajin!"

While Wang Longhu was surprised, Tan Yuejin was almost shocked.

The reason he could remain so calm even after seeing Wang Longhu kill so many of his people was that he had his trump card.

He was confident he could easily kill Wang Longhu, but after sensing the latent dark force within Wang Longhu's body, Tan Yuejin was shocked.

It was hard to imagine that Wang Longhu, who looked no more than twenty-something, had already become a Huajin grandmaster. And what was even more unexpected was who had the resources to enlist a Huajin grandmaster to kill him.

The Four Poison Hall could develop such a large force in Vietnam, certainly conflicting with many people and provoking many enemies. Yet, Tan Yuejin couldn't think of an enemy capable of reaching this extent.

Wang Longhu snorted coldly, raised his arm, and swept his elbow toward Tan Yuejin's face. Tan Yuejin quickly kicked his legs, using force to dodge Wang Longhu's offensive.

"Baji Fist... you're from next door!" Tan Yuejin, after all, was a person from a major eastern country with experience. After only a few moves, he had already seen through Wang Longhu's boxing, his eyes gloomy.

It had been many years; he hadn't thought of the things that happened in that country for a long time. The frustration and humiliation of being hunted by his senior brother at that time suddenly flashed through his mind like a lantern.

"Do you think that after all these years of hanging around in Vietnam, you can kill me whenever you want? There have been plenty of people wanting Tan Yuejin's head over the years! What do you count as? Kill!"

Tan Yuejin's arms collapsed, and his robe instantly split apart, revealing two darkened arms, particularly intimidating.

Wang Longhu nodded slightly, acknowledging Tan Yuejin's handwork.

There are many meridians and blood vessels in a person's body. When ordinary people exert force, their blood vessels bulge, but martial artists can achieve much more.

A martial artist can artificially accelerate the blood flow in their veins, causing them to appear very dark.

And a Huajin grandmaster can take this a step further, accelerating the blood throughout their body's meridians, making the body appear jet black.

Just like the current transformation of Tan Yuejin's arms.

Fifth Master said that when Tan Yuejin initially joined the Five Poison Sect, he learned the Black Scorpion Long Fist, a boxing style focusing on hand techniques.

Looking at Tan Yuejin, it was clear that he was not as Fifth Master had said—indulging in wine and women while neglecting martial arts.

Swoosh!

Tan Yuejin whipped down a punch, his arm nimble, his fist seemingly turning into the hook of a scorpion, aiming directly at Wang Longhu's waist.

Wang Longhu's palm formed a claw, probing forward and directly clasping Tan Yuejin's wrist. With a strong pull, he drew Tan Yuejin into his range, meanwhile launching a half-step Beng Fist with his other hand rapidly.

The might of a half-step Beng Fist had already been proven by Guo Yunshen's reputation.

Even if Tan Yuejin was Huajin, a blow from a half-step Beng Fist at such close range wouldn't end well for him.

In desperation, Tan Yuejin suddenly broke free and pressed down, while pointing two fingers at Wang Longhu's chest, aiming to gouge out two bloody holes.

The Black Scorpion Long Fist, modified from Shaolin Long Fist, isn't just an apparent boxing style; it also encompasses finger techniques. Practitioners need to train their fingers to be hard enough to grasp iron.

Even a piece of metal can be gouged with finger strength when mastered, much like the hook of a scorpion's tail, both poisonous and deadly.

Suddenly, Wang Longhu's whole body hummed, and the dark force in his body erupted fully. The moment Tan Yuejin's fingers touched Wang Longhu's chest, a terrifying force spewed out from within him.

It directly numbed Tan Yuejin's fingers, bending them as if someone had broken them.

"What?!" Tan Yuejin was both shocked and fearful. At fifty-six this year, he had practiced Black Scorpion Long Fist for over forty years.

Though fond of wine and women, he had long trained his palms to be as hard as iron drills, with fists like iron hammers. His punches could directly make his two fingers like the hook of a scorpion's tail, piercing into the opponent's skull.

But today, he witnessed an unprecedented situation: his fingers had been shattered by Wang Longhu's dark force!

When martial artists make contact, everything happens in an instant. There isn't much time for you to be shocked, surprised, or call out.

Wang Longhu's dark force was immensely deep; using the terminology of martial arts novels, his inner strength was much deeper than Tan Yuejin's. Even though Tan Yuejin became a Huajin grandmaster, in the aspect of comparing inner strength, he still wasn't a match for Wang Longhu.

Wang Longhu grabbed Tan Yuejin's arm and tugged forcefully, exploding with an immense power of five or six horses. Tan Yuejin could do nothing to stop it and could only watch helplessly as his arm was violently torn off by Wang Longhu.

He tried to use dark force to shake off Wang Longhu's hand, but it was of no use. Wang Longhu's internal dark force was far too strong; he simply wasn't a match for the opponent.

"Ah!!!"

Blood sprayed, and Tan Yuejin painfully knelt to the ground, his strength continually leaking from his wound, leaving him with no energy to resist.

For a martial artist, injury is a very serious matter. If the injury cannot be treated, the path of martial arts is essentially cut off.

And injuries like broken arms or legs are even more significant for a martial artist. Their lifetime is considered ruined, and even if the limbs are reattached, it would affect half of their strength.

"You, who on earth sent you? I'm from the Four Poison Hall; I have two senior brothers above me. If you dare to kill me, my senior brothers will never let you leave Vietnam alive!"

After losing an arm, Tan Yuejin's arrogance finally vanished. He stared at Wang Longhu with both fear and reluctance, hurriedly threatening.

To this, Wang Longhu merely gave a faint smile: "The dead don't need to know too much. You just need to remember that your two senior brothers will soon go down to accompany you."

Tan Yuejin's face suddenly changed. This young Huajin grandmaster intended to kill not only him but also his two senior brothers.

In the next second, a punch already landed on his face. Wang Longhu's dark force surged into Tan Yuejin's skull, instantly scrambling the opponent's brain.

Reigning the Vietnamese underground for decades, one of the founders of the Four Poison Hall, known to people as Master Tan, Tan Yuejin completely perished tonight.