"All of you, charge!"

Hmph, I didn't expect Du Muchen's subordinates to be so capable.

However, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. No matter how good this kid is at fighting, he can't withstand a group beating of dozens of people.

At Mu Qing's command, his eager subordinates all attacked the young man.

The boy showed no panic, and the other two standing beside him also joined the battle.

As Su Peishan watched as the group was surrounded, her gaze inadvertently fell upon a withered tree trunk not far from her. It was as thick as her wrist and could be modified into a weapon.

Without thinking twice, Su Peishan deftly took off her high heels and forcefully pulled the fishtail skirt that covered her long legs through the side gap of the machine room.

With a "rip," a large tear appeared, revealing half of the thigh skin that was as delicate and fair as jade.

Picking up a wooden stick from the ground, Su Peishan rushed towards the crowd that was fighting.

"You guys run! I'll cover your retreat!" Su Peishan shouted, swinging a stick and slamming it down on the back of one of the men's heads.

The man who was originally besieging Du Muchen with several others suddenly felt a dull pain on the back of his head. He was stunned for a moment, and after regaining his senses, he covered the back of his head where he had been hit and pounced on Su Peishan with a fierce expression.

Upon seeing this, Du Muchen flashed forward and stood in front of the burly man.

He raised his hand and delivered a swift and decisive punch, knocking the already dazed man to the ground.

Behind them, someone saw their man knocked unconscious on the ground.

He immediately swung the iron rod in his hand and attacked Du Muchen from behind.

Su Peishan exclaimed, "Watch out!"

At the same time, he instinctively rushed forward and swung his wooden stick at the man's head.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The man didn't expect Su Peishan to react so quickly. He raised the iron rod in his hand, about to hit Du Muchen, when the God of War viciously slammed it down on Su Peishan.

Su Peishan was already terrified and panicked. Her hands and feet were numb, and the other party attacked quickly and fiercely. Before she could even react, the iron rod was already aimed at her forehead.

Compared to a wooden stick, if this iron rod were to hit him on the head, it would definitely leave a bloody hole immediately.

Unable to dodge in time, he could only resign himself to his fate and close his eyes.

This time, I'm afraid I'll be disfigured.

At the critical moment, an arm quickly reached out and protected her face.

There was a muffled thud, the sound of an iron rod striking flesh.

Su Peishan felt no pain. When she opened her eyes, the man blocking her way had already kicked the man with the iron rod away.

"Du Muchen, are you alright?"

He was wearing a casual gray hoodie tonight, and at that moment, a bloodstain was clearly visible seeping through his forearm.

Only then did Su Peishan notice that the iron rod lying to the side was covered with iron spikes the size of fingernails.

If it hits a person, the sharp iron spikes will pierce their skin.

"Get away from us." Du Muchen coldly instructed, then, disregarding his own injuries, he quickly leaped forward and kicked a burly man who was attacking them away.

At this moment, the outcome of the battle has been decided.

Du Muchen, that young man, single-handedly defeated more than twenty of the opponent's subordinates.

His moves were very fast, and it was impossible to tell which school or style they belonged to. However, anyone with a basic understanding of martial arts could tell that although his moves were varied, they all followed a certain pattern.

"This fighting style is very similar to the kung fu of ancient martial arts families."

The burly man who was the first to be knocked down by the boy came to Mu Qing, clutching his arm in excruciating pain.

"Boss, it seems we've run into a tough opponent today."

Mu Qing's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

I never expected that Du Muchen would have such a powerful person by his side.

You mean ancient martial arts families?

He had heard of the reputation of the ancient martial arts family. It was said that the family came from an ancient clan in the East. The descendants of the ancient family inherited the ancient martial arts skills passed down from their ancestors. Their martial arts skills were superb and unfathomable.

I heard that he has reached the level of invincibility.

Watching the boy play today, it's simply beyond the reach of ordinary humans.

He was as fast as lightning, yet his body was as light as a swallow, always deftly dodging attacks.

Only those from ancient martial arts families could achieve such skill.

As the last three accomplices who had surrounded the boy were kicked away, Mu Qing's face gradually turned from gloomy to pale.

He clenched his fists and took a deep breath.

"Du Muchen, are you determined to go against me?"

Du Muchen scoffed lightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, but his eyes remained unusually cold.

"You think you're worthy? If it weren't for your mouth, I really wouldn't bother with you."

Mu Qing understood Du Muchen's words, and a look of shock flashed in her eyes.

I never expected that Su Peishan, that bitch, would be so capable, managing to snag Du Muchen, who has zero scandals, and that this man is so devoted to her.

It seems that Du Muchen won't let him off easily unless he apologizes to this bastard today.

The man, who was always high and mighty, now had to apologize to a lowly woman in front of his subordinates. This humiliation was worse than death for him.

"Boss, we brothers are all done for. For your safety, we'd better back down."

His men were truly terrified of the boy.

Now they are lying on the ground groaning, too weak to even stand up.

Thinking that they are just salaried employees, no one wants to risk their life for a little money.