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Zhao Sihai had spent years navigating the martial arts world and had seen many ruthless individuals with formidable skills. Yet, he had never encountered a freak who wielded a several-hundred-pound coffee table as a weapon.
If the disciples of the Li Family Martial Arts School were a force like a raging storm,
then Xu Wendong was like a rock standing for millennia on the shore. Anyone who came close to him would end up crushed and shattered.
Even if the Li Family Martial Arts School brought over a hundred disciples, who could breach Xu Wendong's defense and strike him down in the face of his insurmountable spirit?
The sound of agonized cries was unending, and the stench of blood filled the first-floor hall of Di Hao Nightclub. Large stains of blood could be seen on the floor, a truly horrifying sight.
Xu Wendong's eyes were bloodshot, as if he had entered a killing frenzy.
