大哥宛如一位视死如归的勇士，步履间透露着无畏与决绝，这悲壮的一幕，宛如史诗般震撼人心，令人扼腕叹息，感慨万千。
面对大哥那狂风暴雨般的攻势，吴天却宛如云中漫步，身形灵动若风，轻盈地穿梭于战阵之间，每一次闪避都显得那么从容不迫，轻易化解了所有危机。
大哥眼见攻势无效，怒不可遏，咆哮声震天响，镰刀挥舞得愈发凶猛，仿佛要将空气都撕裂开来。
Ma Rulong, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, sighed and said with concern, "Ninth Master, if this continues, not only will we fail to kill Wu Tian, but he will also die from excessive bleeding."
The Zhou family patriarch chimed in, "Yes! Let our eldest brother withdraw. Let the Zhou family decide Wu Tian's fate."
Hong Jiu had snatched the opportunity for both families to gain merit in front of the Dragon-Capturing Hall, and was filled with resentment. Now that Brother Jian had been unable to break through for a long time, he was secretly delighted.
Hong Jiu's mind was filled with complex emotions. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were sharp as he watched every movement and stillness on the battlefield.
Wu Tian appeared to be in complete control, dodging and weaving with ease as he faced his elder brother's attacks, seemingly savoring the game and not in a hurry to confront his brother head-on.
In contrast, the elder brother's shoulder wound was still bleeding profusely, and the flame of his life seemed to be gradually dimming.
Hong Jiu finally couldn't hold back any longer and questioned Wu Tian sharply: "Wu Tian, I've heard that you are very skilled, so why don't you dare to fight me fair and square? What kind of hero are you, hiding and toying with someone with intellectual disabilities?"
Upon hearing this, Wu Tian paused, then stood up calmly, his tone flat yet powerful: "Since you insist, then so be it, let's end this meaningless battle."
Considering his elder brother's intellectual disability, he had no intention of killing him. However, since Hong Jiu had said so, he no longer needed to show any mercy.
Before the words were even finished, the battle situation changed drastically. Seeing this, the eldest brother thought victory was assured, tightened the iron chains, and flew his two sickles straight for Wu Tian's head.
Hong Jiu smirked, thinking victory was in sight.
Ma Rulong and the Zhou family head couldn't help but sigh. If Wu Tian were killed by Hong Jiu's men, their chance to make a contribution would be gone.
Ma Rulong sneered, "I thought Wu Tian was really that powerful, but it turns out he's nothing special. Even in a life-or-death situation, he can still be influenced by others."
The Zhou family patriarch echoed, "Yes, it's such a pity..."
However, before he could finish speaking, at the critical moment, Wu Tian gently raised his hand and firmly grasped the unstoppable double scythes in his palm.
"How...how is this possible?!"
Hong Jiu exclaimed in surprise, his face full of disbelief. He knew the power of his elder brother's sickle, yet Wu Tian had so easily neutralized it. His shock was palpable.
On the battlefield, everyone was shocked, but Wu Tian remained calm and composed, as if everything was under his control.
In that instant, time seemed to freeze, leaving only Wu Tian's composed figure, which left an indelible mark on everyone's hearts.
Wu Tian narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the double scythes that he had easily subdued, a faint smile playing on his lips.
He did not attack immediately, but spoke slowly, his words revealing a detached calmness, "A person with a mental disability should be immersed in their own world, but Hong Jiu turned you into a killing machine. Although the responsibility lies with him, you should also be punished."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Tian exerted a little force, and the two sickles broke inch by inch in his palm, like fragile withered branches.
A hint of despair flashed in the elder brother's eyes. To others, the double scythes were weapons, murder weapons, but to him they were his toys, his companions.
He never imagined that this "partner" who had accompanied him through countless days and nights would be destroyed today.
Then, he let out a heart-wrenching roar and pounced on Wu Tian like a ferocious beast.
Wu Tian smiled faintly, but his eyes flashed with an undeniable sharpness. He raised his hand slightly, and his palm strike, like a wave, landed instantly.
With a loud thud, the eldest brother's body seemed to be carrying a thousand-pound burden, and he collapsed to his knees, his body utterly powerless amidst the flying dust.
"Every pitiful person has something hateful about them!" Wu Tian's tone was calm, yet it revealed an undeniable power. "Only by letting go of your murderous intent can you save yourself."
Since the tragic tragedy that befell the Wu family, he has never tried to change anyone, especially those madmen whose hands are stained with blood.
However, the mentally challenged elder brother before him, though guilty of grave crimes, was entirely controlled by others. Hong Jiu's shadow loomed over him, turning him into a ruthless killing puppet.
This difference stirred Wu Tian's compassion.
Hong Jiu witnessed this scene and his heart was filled with complex emotions.
He was angry at his elder brother's defeat and felt resentful; but he was filled with fear and awe at Wu Tian's amazing skills.
He knew that if he didn't bring Wu Tian down, he would not only be excluded from the ranks of the four major families in Linhai City, but he would also completely lose his dominant position in the underworld.
So he gritted his teeth, gripped his cane tightly, and twisted it sharply. The head of the cane transformed into a delicate pistol, silently aiming at Wu Tian.
"Bang!"
A muffled gunshot shattered the silence, an unexpected turn of events shocked everyone present. Hong Jiu's still-smoking gun barrel was pointed mercilessly at Wu Tian; the meaning was clear.
Inside the sports center, all was silent for a moment, except for the clear sound of heartbeats; time seemed to stand still.
It wasn't until a crisp "clink" of a spent cartridge hitting the ground that everyone was brought back to their senses.
Jin Lingyun was the first to regain her senses, her voice trembling with urgency: "Junior brother! Junior brother! How...how are you?"
After saying that, she rushed towards Wu Tian without hesitation, like a mother lioness protecting her cubs, carefully examining every possible wound on him.
Wu Tian smiled gently and comforted her softly, "Senior sister, don't worry, I'm fine..."
His voice, though soft, was like a gentle spring breeze, soothing Jin Lingyun's flustered heart.
Although Wu Tian appeared calm and collected, seemingly unaffected, Jin Lingyun's anxious heart remained uneasy.
She said anxiously, "Junior brother, at a time like this, stop comforting me and tell me quickly, where exactly are you hurt?"
Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at Wu Tian. At this moment, everyone, like Jin Lingyun, was very curious about where Wu Tian was injured.
Wu Tian's gaze was sharp and penetrating, piercing through the dense stares and locking onto Hong Jiu's unpredictable face.
A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips: "He can't hurt me yet."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand, and a golden bullet appeared in his palm.
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