20demayo Page 246
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Wang Jianmin's expression finally changed. But he remained fearless, because he held the most important hostage in his hands.
"Shoot! Let's see if you dare to shoot!" Scarface pushed the dagger against He Min's neck a little further in, even drawing a shallow line of blood. "If you move again, I'll make this beautiful female teacher bleed to death on the spot!"
He Min groaned in pain, but showed no fear on her face.
Stephen Chow was hesitant to act rashly, fearing the consequences. A brief standoff ensued.
However, just as everyone's attention was drawn to Stephen Chow and the police, another figure emerged quietly from the shadows of the stage like a ghost.
It's Long Yan.
No one knows when or how he got on stage. He seemed to emerge from the darkness out of thin air.
He didn't look at anyone; his eyes, burning with golden flames, were fixed on only one thing—the dagger in Scarface's hand that had slashed Teacher He Min.
"Put down your filthy hands..."
Long Yan's voice was soft, yet it was like a judgment from the deepest hell, carrying a chilling aura that clearly reached everyone's ears.
"Who the hell are you?!" Scarface was startled by the sudden voice and turned around, about to curse.
But what he saw was an enlarged fist, enveloped in golden energy.
Long Yan moved. His speed completely surpassed the limits of human visual perception. With a single step, the stage floor beneath his feet cracked! He transformed into a golden lightning bolt, instantly traversing a distance of over ten meters!
This punch is the true "Arhat Fist," a demon-subduing punch imbued with the wrath of the Vajra of Buddhism!
Before the fist even landed, the wind from it had already arrived! Scarface felt an overwhelming pressure wash over him, making it difficult for him to even breathe! He tried to dodge, but his body seemed to be locked in place, unable to move!
"boom--!!!"
A deep, resounding thud, like the beating of a drum!
Long Yan's punch landed squarely on Scarface's chest. Scarface was sent flying backward in a bizarre "C" shape, as if hit by a speeding train, spitting out a jet of blood in mid-air, crashing through several rows of tables and chairs, and finally collapsing like a lump of mud, unconscious.
Long Yan gently pulled the terrified teacher He Min into his arms and protected her behind him.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye!
Everyone was completely stunned by this scene!
"Fire! Kill him!" Wang Jianmin was the first to react, roaring hysterically.
The dozen or so thugs around the stage immediately turned their guns on Long Yan and pulled the triggers!
“Da da da da da—!”
A dense barrage of flames formed a deathly screen, relentlessly pouring towards the center of the stage!
"Watch out!" He Min exclaimed.
Stephen Chow's heart was in his throat.
However, faced with a hail of bullets that could turn a person into a sieve, Long Yan made a move that everyone would never forget.
He shielded He Min behind him with one hand, and drew a circle in front of him with the other.
"Buzz—!"
A semi-transparent golden aura, visible to the naked eye, suddenly expanded around him! Faint Sanskrit characters flowed across the aura, resembling a legendary Buddhist barrier!
All the bullets that hit the golden shield fell like they hit an invisible wall, clanging and clattering without even creating a ripple!
At this moment, the "Buddha's light" shone upon the entire venue!
"Monster!!!" One of the thugs' mental defenses completely collapsed. He dropped his gun, yelled, and turned to run away.
"good chance!"
Stephen Chow had been waiting for this moment! In the instant when all of Zhao Hao's thugs were stunned by the Dragon Flame Miracle and lost their composure, he pulled the trigger!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The Glock in his hand was like a death knell. Every bullet struck the wrist of a thug holding the gun with pinpoint accuracy!
Screams erupted as the bandits dropped their weapons. Other officers opened fire simultaneously, eliminating all threats with remarkable efficiency!
"The Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the Vajra subdues demons; the warning light flashes, and evil must be eradicated!"
Long Yan and Zhou Xingxing, this unique duo, put on a perfect and breathtaking performance in two completely different ways!
Inside the entire stadium, only one enemy remained standing—Wang Jianmin, his face ashen.
Chapter 248 Arhat Fist! Beating Up Bandits
Just as Teacher He Min was being held hostage and the entire audience was plunged into despair, two figures moved simultaneously from two completely different directions!
"boom!"
A ventilation vent panel on the second floor of the stadium was kicked open! Zhou Xingxing, holding a police-issue Glock pistol, descended from the sky like a divine warrior, gracefully tumbling down and landing steadily on the ground, his gun already pointed at Wang Jianmin on the stage!
"Hong Kong Police! Don't move!" he roared, his voice full of force. "Wang Jianmin, you are surrounded! Put down your weapons and release the hostages immediately!"
His appearance was so sudden that it startled all the bandits.
However, after a brief moment of surprise, Wang Jianmin sneered: "Police? Just you alone? Do you think you're a superhero?"
Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen "students" and "parents" suddenly stood up from the crowd behind Stephen Chow. They all pulled out pistols from their pockets. They were the police officers from the Serious Crimes Unit who had infiltrated the area disguised as 730!
The police lights instantly illuminated the dimly lit stadium!
Wang Jianmin's expression finally changed. But he remained fearless, because he held the most important hostage in his hands.
"Shoot! Let's see if you dare to shoot!" Scarface pushed the dagger against He Min's neck a little further in, even drawing a shallow line of blood. "If you move again, I'll make this beautiful female teacher bleed to death on the spot!"
He Min groaned in pain, but showed no fear on her face.
Stephen Chow was hesitant to act rashly, fearing the consequences. A brief standoff ensued.
However, just as everyone's attention was drawn to Stephen Chow and the police, another figure emerged quietly from the shadows of the stage like a ghost.
It's Long Yan.
No one knows when or how he got on stage. He seemed to emerge from the darkness out of thin air.
He didn't look at anyone; his eyes, burning with golden flames, were fixed on only one thing—the dagger in Scarface's hand that had slashed Teacher He Min.
"Put down your filthy hands."
Long Yan's voice was soft, yet it was like a judgment from the deepest hell, carrying a chilling aura that clearly reached everyone's ears.
"Who the hell are you?!" Scarface was startled by the sudden voice and turned around, about to curse.
But what he saw was an enlarged fist, enveloped in golden energy.
Long Yan moved. His speed completely surpassed the limits of human visual perception. With a single step, the stage floor beneath his feet cracked! He transformed into a golden lightning bolt, instantly traversing a distance of over ten meters!
This punch is the true "Arhat Fist," a demon-subduing punch imbued with the wrath of the Vajra of Buddhism!
Before the fist even landed, the wind from it had already arrived! Scarface felt an overwhelming pressure wash over him, making it difficult for him to even breathe! He tried to dodge, but his body seemed to be locked in place, unable to move!
"boom--!!!"
A deep, resounding thud, like the beating of a drum!
Long Yan's punch landed squarely on Scarface's chest. Scarface was sent flying backward in a bizarre "C" shape, as if hit by a speeding train, spitting out a jet of blood in mid-air, crashing through several rows of tables and chairs, and finally collapsing like a lump of mud, unconscious.
Long Yan gently pulled the terrified teacher He Min into his arms and protected her behind him.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye!
Everyone was completely stunned by this scene!
"Fire! Kill him!" Wang Jianmin was the first to react, roaring hysterically.
The dozen or so thugs around the stage immediately turned their guns on Long Yan and pulled the triggers!
“Da da da da da—!”
A dense barrage of flames formed a deathly screen, relentlessly pouring towards the center of the stage!
"Watch out!" He Min exclaimed.
Stephen Chow's heart was in his throat.
However, faced with a hail of bullets that could turn a person into a sieve, Long Yan made a move that everyone would never forget.
He shielded He Min behind him with one hand, and drew a circle in front of him with the other.
"Om-!"
A semi-transparent golden aura, visible to the naked eye, suddenly expanded around him! Faint Sanskrit characters flowed across the aura, resembling a legendary Buddhist barrier!
All the bullets that hit the golden shield fell like they hit an invisible wall, clanging and clattering without even creating a ripple!
At this moment, the "Buddha's light" shone upon the entire venue!
"Monster!!!" One of the thugs' mental defenses completely collapsed. He dropped his gun, yelled, and turned to run away.
"good chance!"
Stephen Chow had been waiting for this moment! In the instant when all the bandits were stunned by the Dragon Flame Miracle and lost their composure, he pulled the trigger!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The Glock in his hand was like a death knell. Every bullet struck the wrist of a thug holding the gun with pinpoint accuracy!
Screams erupted as the bandits dropped their weapons. Other officers opened fire simultaneously, eliminating all threats with remarkable efficiency!
"The Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the Vajra subdues demons; the warning light flashes, and evil must be eradicated!"
Long Yan and Zhou Xingxing, this unique duo, put on a perfect and breathtaking performance in two completely different ways!
Inside the entire stadium, only one enemy remained standing—Wang Jianmin, his face ashen.
Chapter 249 Buddhist Dharma Subdues Demons, Shocking Stephen Chow
An eerie, deathly silence fell over the entire venue.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the god-like boy in the center of the stage and the gentle female teacher behind him, who was almost unharmed. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and a faint scent of sandalwood.
Watching his meticulously arranged bandits being swiftly defeated by these two "students" in just a few dozen seconds, Wang Jianmin's insane ambition was finally replaced by endless fear.
He knew that he was finished.