ryethenovel Chapter 17: 1 vs. 5! The Adoration of the Spirited Young Girl!
Chapter 17: 1 vs. 5! The Adoration of the Spirited Young Girl!
Chen Mo's right hand swiftly gripped the golden retriever's outstretched wrist with his five fingers, his thumb precisely pressing into the gap between the wrist bones.
Then he turned to the side, twisted his waist, and suddenly pulled his arm back.
The golden retriever's entire arm was stretched straight, with its elbow exposed in an unprotected position.
Chen Mo's left palm cut in from below, with the heel of his palm aimed at the side of his elbow joint. The force was not great, but the angle was extremely tricky.
click!
A crisp, teeth-grinding sound of bones dislocating.
The golden retriever's right arm bends outward at an impossible angle starting from the elbow, like a tree branch with a broken joint!
The pain was delayed by a fraction of a second before reaching the Golden Retriever's brain.
Then he let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered!
"ah--!"
The golden retriever suddenly bent over, its left hand gripping its limp right arm tightly. Its face turned a deep purplish-red, veins bulging on its neck, and tears and snot streamed down its face.
He staggered back several steps, almost falling to the ground, letting out a muffled, distorted wail.
The open space fell silent for a moment.
The smiles of the four thugs froze on their faces.
They looked at the golden retriever's twisted arm, then at Chen Mo, their expressions shifting from contempt to horror, and from horror to disbelief.
They've been around for so long, they've fought, they've seen blood.
But I have never seen anyone break an adult man's arm like a chopstick in a second using only one hand.
That wasn't a fight, that was a crushing defeat!
The golden retriever bent over, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and gritted his teeth as he squeezed out a distorted sentence.
"Damn it... cripple him!"
His voice was hoarse and trembling with pain, but the fierce glint in his eyes remained undiminished.
The four thugs exchanged glances.
The thug in the black vest was the first to rush up, cursing under his breath, and punched Chen Mo in the face with his right fist.
The punch whistled through the air, the angle was perfect, and the force was immense.
But for Chen Mo, it was too slow.
After his body was enhanced by the system, his visual perception and reaction speed far exceeded those of ordinary people.
In his eyes, the fist was like a slow-motion replay, every frame crystal clear.
Chen Mo tilted his head slightly, and his fist flew past Chen Mo's ear.
Then he raised his right hand, fingers together, palm facing the black-shirted thug's chest, and gently pushed.
boom!
The thug was thrown backward more than a meter away, as if he had been hit by a truck. His feet left the ground and he flew more than a meter away!
Then his back slammed into the bumper of the old bread truck with a dull thud.
He curled up on the ground, clutching his chest, his mouth wide open but unable to make a sound, like a drowning person.
The man with the buzz cut was the second to rush up. This time, he didn't use his fists. Instead, he pulled out a telescopic baton from his waist, flicked his wrist, and the iron baton shot out, gleaming coldly as it chopped down at Chen Mo's shoulder.
Instead of retreating, Chen Mo advanced, taking a step forward with his left foot and closing in on the buzz-cut man's arm span.
The iron rod missed its target, passing by Chen Mo's back less than a fist's distance away.
Chen Mo raised his right elbow, aiming the elbow tip at the ribs of the man with the buzz cut, and thrust it out with a short, fierce motion, using the strength of his waist and abdomen.
puff!
A muffled thud.
The man with the buzz cut arched his body like a bent straw, spat out a mouthful of saliva, rolled his eyes back, and his legs buckled, causing him to kneel on the ground. The telescopic baton slipped from his hand, bounced twice on the ground, and rolled to the side.
The thug with the cigarette in his mouth finally realized what was happening. Instead of rushing forward, he turned and tried to run away.
Chen Mo did not give him a chance.
He took two steps, grabbed the thug by the back of his collar with his left hand, and pulled him back forcefully. The thug's body was pulled upside down, his feet off the ground, like a chicken being lifted up.
Chen Mo's right fist slammed briefly into his abdomen.
The thug's waist suddenly bent over, his mouth opened, and he gagged silently. He went limp on the ground, clutching his stomach and curling up like a boiled shrimp.
The last thug stood there, his legs trembling.
He looked at Chen Mo, then at his three wailing companions on the ground, and then at the golden retriever's twisted arm.
His lips trembled a few times, then he turned and ran. After a couple of steps, he tripped over his shoelace, staggered, grabbed the wall for support, and disappeared around the corner of the alley without looking back.
The whole process took less than ten seconds.
Of the five men, one had his arm dislocated, three lay on the ground, and one ran away.
Chen Mo stood still, breathing steadily, his face not flushed, not out of breath, and not even sweating.
He looked down at the knuckles of his right hand; there wasn't even a trace of redness on them.
This is the combat proficiency the system gave him.
Punches, elbows, knees, legs—every move and every stance is etched into his muscle memory. He doesn't need to think; his body knows exactly what to do.
The five girls with dyed hair of various colors behind the open space had long since let go of the JK girl. They were all so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they stood there like five wooden stakes driven into the ground.
They glanced at each other, then simultaneously took a few steps back, making way for each other.
The JK girl paused for a moment, then stumbled out and ran to Coco, hugging her tightly, burying her face in Coco's shoulder, and bursting into tears.
Coco hugged her and patted her back, but her eyes never left Chen Mo.
The fear and regret that had just been in those eyes had completely vanished.
Instead, she was overwhelmed by a wave of shock and adoration that nearly drowned her out!
Her mouth was open, and she forgot to close it.
She watched him stand there, the morning light falling on his broad shoulders, outlining a golden silhouette.
When he knocked down the four men, his movements were so fluid, it was like dancing. Every turn, every punch, every elbow strike was so precise, it was as if it had been measured with a ruler.
No fancy moves, no unnecessary actions!
Each strike lands precisely on the most vulnerable spot, achieving maximum effect with minimal effort.
That wasn't the wild, unorthodox punches of street thugs; it was a refined, almost artistic beauty, honed through countless trials.
Coco's heart was beating even faster than when she was surrounded by thugs.
But not because of fear.
Xiao Rou stood to the side and slightly behind Chen Mo.
She pulled her hand out of her pocket; the phone screen was still lit, the emergency dialing screen showing a string of numbers, but she hadn't dialed it.
Her fingers were still on the screen, but her eyes were fixed on it.
She watched Chen Mo's retreating figure.
She suddenly remembered how Chen Mo had put his hand on her waist and pulled her into his arms last night.
Xiao Rou's face immediately turned red.
Something incredibly strong and primal, making her whole body feel hot, surged up!
Xiao Rou felt her heart pounding wildly, as if a little deer was running wildly inside!
The deer's eyes shone like two light bulbs.
She took two steps forward, stood on tiptoe, and wanted to see Chen Mo up and down very carefully.
Her mouth was wide open, revealing two small tiger teeth, and she made a sound of surprise.
"Holy crap... Brother Mo... you... you can fight?"