Chapter Eighty-Nine: Divergent Ideals

“Monkey, it seems that the only time we’ve ever fought together was when we were against others. Honestly, we’ve never really clashed or come to blows among ourselves. You all think you can just take me down like that?” Chen Ming spoke lightly, stretching his body.

“Boss, take it easy,” Hou Liang said with a bitter smile, glancing at his teammates beside him.

“Do we go one by one, or all at once?” Chen Ming tilted his head and asked.

“Boss, you said it yourself—when it comes to fighting, it’s all or nothing. We don’t come at you one by one like ordering from a menu,” Hou Liang replied firmly.

Five groups of three men each closed in to surround Chen Ming.

Seeing their formation, Chen Ming crouched slightly, lowering his center of gravity. These were elite soldiers he had trained himself—not ordinary men. This battle would require him to pull out some real skill.

Before the unexpected change, Chen Ming had no chance of winning. But ever since Li Daoran brought back the gene-enhancing serum, someone like him, who had been standing at the edge of his physical limits, finally broke through his shackles and gained new possibilities.

Chen Ming shouted, “Attack!”

He charged first at a three-man squad on his left.

The teams were split into threes because three is the optimal number for multiple attackers to subdue one person without causing confusion and accidentally hitting their own.

The well-coordinated trio attacked with two legs and one fist, targeting Chen Ming’s upper, middle, and lower body from three directions.

One soldier swept low with a leg strike aimed at Chen Ming’s base, another punched from the left to block movement, and the third leapt up to kick Chen Ming’s chest.

The three men, seasoned and perfectly synchronized, struck almost simultaneously, cutting off all of Chen Ming’s escape routes, while the other squads spread out at a moderate distance to encircle him.

True to his reputation as a gluttonous fighter, Chen Ming remained calm in the face of this desperate situation. He stepped forward, dodged a punch, dropped into a half squat to close in, grabbed an arm, and executed a shoulder throw. The soldier was no novice either—he adjusted midair, trying to wrap around Chen Ming’s body.

Chen Ming didn’t give him the chance. He released the arm and delivered an upward diagonal elbow strike, then leapt to avoid the sweeping leg.

In midair, the soldier tried to block Chen Ming’s elbow with his arms and crush him to the ground.

With a loud thud, the airborne soldier was sent flying, his arms twisting unnaturally, his chest caved in.

He slammed against the wall and fell to the ground, blood trickling from his mouth, his life uncertain.

The others’ eyes reddened instantly as they stared in disbelief at Chen Ming.

“Chen Ming, you’ve lost your mind!” Hou Liang shouted.

They simply couldn’t believe Chen Ming would strike with such deadly force.

Chen Ming supported his arm, and with a sharp crack, he popped back the slightly dislocated limb. The elbow visibly swelled—definitely fractured, though how many fragments were unknown.

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