Transcending Boundaries: Journey to the Infinite

Untitled Part 28

No Pain

The streetlight was dim, and the intersection was remote.

The diesel engine of the dump truck rumbled softly, never having been turned off.

A black sedan had rolled over multiple times, now lying upside down on the ground. Broken parts, shattered glass, oil, and gasoline were scattered across an area of several meters, leaving a chaotic mess.

Two men jumped down from the dump truck. One had short, sandy hair, a high nose, and deep-set eyes—a foreigner, towering over six feet tall with bulging muscles. His muscular torso was barely covered by a tank top, while combat pants and boots completed his outfit.

The other man was slightly shorter, about five feet nine, but equally robust. With a round face and narrow eyes, he had broad shoulders, a thick waist, and rough, dark skin. Though not as tall as the foreigner, his muscle mass was even greater.

The two of them stood there, like a black and white pair of bears.

They stared at the overturned sedan, then silently scanned the surroundings. Seeing no other vehicles or pedestrians nearby, they strode towards the wreck.

With two loud bangs, the already mangled doors of the car were ripped open by the two men.

A grating sound followed as glass cracked and dragged across the ground.

The foreigner, his huge hand gripping the shoulder of a gangster in the back seat whose chest had been crushed, yanked the man out of the car and tossed him onto the ground like a ragdoll.

Next, the sturdy man pulled another gangster, Black Sha, from the front passenger seat, followed by Yang Chu and the other henchman in the back. One after another, they were dragged out of the car.

The muscular man then reached into his pocket and pulled out a photograph, comparing the faces of the men on the ground one by one.

"Help me, help me—"

At that moment, the driver in the front seat seemed to regain consciousness from the crash. Seeing the others being pulled from the car, he started shouting for help.

The foreigner heard the cries and walked over to the driver's side. Grabbing the deformed car door, he planted a foot on the car's frame and with a fierce pull, ripped the door open.

Reaching inside, he unbuckled the driver's seatbelt and dragged him out as well.

"Th-thank you..."

The driver, sitting on the ground with blood covering his face, weakly expressed his gratitude.

But in the next instant, the foreigner let out a strange laugh, his massive hand clamped down on the driver's head, and with a swift twist, the driver's neck snapped with a chilling crack.

The driver's head now faced backward, his body convulsing before falling limp on the ground.

The stocky man, still holding the photograph, confirmed his target—Black Sha, lying in the middle. He touched Black Sha's face briefly before raising his massive fist and punching him hard in the chest.

With a dull thud, Black Sha's body convulsed. His eyes opened for a moment as if he had woken up, but soon he slumped down again, motionless.

The stocky man knelt beside Black Sha, pulling a sharp two-inch blade from his waist. With one hand pressing down on Black Sha's head, he began to slice along the man's cheek, peeling his skin.

The foreigner, having finished off the driver, walked over as well.

Seeing that the stocky man had found their target, the foreigner moved toward the others lying on the ground.

Snap, snap—

The two henchmen from the backseat had their necks twisted by the foreigner in quick succession.

His gaze then fell on Yang Chu, lying at the edge, and a cruel, bloodthirsty smile spread across his face.

Crouching, the foreigner reached his hand towards Yang Chu's head, but just as he was about to grab him, Yang Chu, who had seemed unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes.

With both hands, Yang Chu blocked the foreigner's hand and twisted his body, kicking the foreigner hard in the stomach.

A muffled thud echoed.

Caught off guard, the foreigner was sent flying by the force of Yang Chu's kick. His massive body, weighing over 200 pounds, rolled on the ground before he finally regained his balance and stood up.

Yang Chu used the momentum to push himself off the ground, standing as well.

His expression remained calm, his eyes on the foreigner and the stocky man still carefully skinning Black Sha. He didn't know who these two were.

However, the fact that the foreigner had taken a direct hit from his kick and stood up seemingly unscathed surprised Yang Chu.

Although he hadn't formally measured his own strength, he knew that an ordinary person wouldn't have been able to walk away from a blow like that.

"Argh!"

The foreigner, now furious after being hit, glared at Yang Chu with fire in his eyes. He pounded his chest twice with a loud thud and charged at Yang Chu again, roaring with rage.

Despite his large frame, he moved with surprising speed. In the blink of an eye, he was within striking distance, launching a punch straight at Yang Chu.

Yang Chu dodged to the side, avoiding the blow, but the foreigner followed up with a hook punch aimed at Yang Chu's ribs.

Yang Chu stepped back again, but the foreigner leapt forward, knee raised, aiming for Yang Chu's face.

With the strength this foreigner possessed, if Yang Chu had been hit, his face would've been smashed beyond recognition.

But just as the foreigner's knee approached, Yang Chu countered with a quick, powerful kick.

The kick landed squarely in the foreigner's groin, sending him flying once more.

With a heavy thud, the foreigner hit the ground, his body convulsing violently—this time, the blow had clearly been fatal.

Yang Chu didn't spare him another glance. Instead, his eyes shifted to the stocky man who was still meticulously peeling Black Sha's face.

"Uraaa—"

But before he could react, the foreigner, now lying on the ground, suddenly leapt up again, his bloodshot eyes filled with madness as he charged at Yang Chu.

"Hm?"

Yang Chu was taken aback. The force of that kick should have shattered bones. Even someone as strong as this foreigner shouldn't have been able to continue fighting.

"Don't you feel pain?"

He had read enough books to know that such a severe blow to the groin should've left anyone incapacitated, if not dead.

But now wasn't the time to think. Yang Chu's heart raced, his skin flushing red as he rushed to meet the foreigner head-on.

Without any fancy moves, Yang Chu crashed into the foreigner's chest, sending him flying once again.

This time, the foreigner didn't get up. His chest had collapsed inward, blood bubbling from his mouth and nose.

Yang Chu stood still, his body swaying slightly. His left shoulder hung limp—clearly, he hadn't come out of this clash unscathed.

At that moment, the stocky man, who had been methodically peeling Black Sha's face, stood up like a bear rising from the ground.