Chapter 73: Surviving One Move from Me

John Wick was slammed back by an invisible force. As he tumbled across the ground, dazed, he had no idea what had hit him—but he did see a group of people stepping out of the nearby vehicles.

Deadpool, having stabilized himself midair, immediately flew over to check on Wick. His eyes, though, were fixed on Madam Gao. Since arriving on Earth, he hadn't encountered any true threats—this was the first opponent who had managed to knock him out of his shapeshifting form.

Smith was right: this world was dangerous.

Madam Gao eyed the blue-furred creature curiously. Was that… a hammer just now? Some kind of transformation technique?

Strong, yes—but nothing she couldn't handle.

She then looked toward Wick and calmly ordered, "Take them alive."

Xin led a squad of ninjas straight toward them. Seeing Gao's power firsthand, Deadpool didn't hesitate—he transformed into a pterosaur, snatched up John Wick, and tried to fly off.

But only a few meters off the ground, they were struck by another invisible force. The shapeshift broke instantly.

THUD!

They crashed to the pavement again. This time, John had cuts and bruises on his face.

Watching all this, Murakami remarked, "Interesting transformation. That creature is… peculiar."

Baktou added, "Looks like this little mission is turning out to be far more rewarding than we expected."

Deadpool shouted, "John! Run!"

Sowanda gasped. "It speaks?! What kind of species is this?"

Madam Gao didn't give him a chance to move again. She raised her hand, and with a sharp pulse of Kunlun chi, pinned Deadpool to the ground, unable to move a muscle.

Xin and his men reached John Wick. One tried to grab him, but Wick was done playing nice. Even unarmed, his close-combat skills were unmatched. He ducked, countered, and fought back hard—barely holding his own but refusing to surrender.

Suddenly, a glowing energy blast dropped from the sky—right on top of Madam Gao.

BOOM!

The explosion lit up the night, sending a shockwave and a cloud of dust through the area.

With the pressure lifted from his body, Deadpool looked toward the sky and shouted with joy:

"Master Smith!!"

Smith Doyle descended smoothly, landing between the two groups. He turned to Deadpool.

"You okay?"

Deadpool shook his head. "I'm fine, but watch out for the old lady. Her chi attacks are invisible—no trace at all!"

Smith nodded. "Go help John."

John was barely staying alive under Xin's assault. If Madam Gao hadn't ordered them to keep him alive, he'd already be dead. Deadpool charged in, roaring back into the fray.

As the smoke cleared, the blast site came into view—a deep crater where Madam Gao had stood.

Limbs, blood, and debris were everywhere.

Two of her personal guards hadn't made it. The blast had torn them apart.

Madam Gao had barely escaped the explosion, her cane shattered—revealing a concealed sword within.

Smith wasn't surprised. After all, these were Kunlun elders. Not exactly weaklings—though certainly not invincible either.

He crossed his arms and sneered.

"Madam Gao, you survived a strike from me. That's more than enough to brag about in Hell."

The other four Fingers gathered around her, their expressions grim. They had clearly seen what Smith had done.

The crater from his chi blast was enormous—bigger than any RPG impact they'd seen. If that had landed square on one of them, they'd be vaporized.

Madam Gao's voice was sharp with tension. "Smith Doyle… no wonder you're the new head of the Assassin's League."

"You swallowed a Dragon Ball, didn't you?"

That would explain the absurd strength in her eyes.

The five of them stood ready, Kunlun chi swirling around their bodies. Murakami drew his katana.

Smith just scoffed. Swallowed a Dragon Ball? What was he, Omega Shenron?

He casually tapped his scouter.

Battle power readings popped up over each of them:

Alexandra: 45

Baktou: 43

Madam Gao: 50

Sowanda: 44

Murakami: 42

Not bad—clearly the Kunlun techniques worked. These numbers were achieved only when they actively channeled chi.

Without it, they'd barely hit 9—easily killable with a single bullet.

Smith spoke with finality.

"Let's end this feud between the Assassin's League and the Hand… tonight."

Madam Gao issued her own command—ordering the elite Hand disciples to focus on John Wick and the blue creature. This was a fight only the five Fingers could handle.

Smith raised both palms.

Chi blasts began to form rapidly, dozens at a time.

"Ha… Ha… Ha…"

He didn't even bother charging them long. He just started hurling them like candy—unleashing the full might of the Prince Combat Style.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Madam Gao yelled, "Full power! Now!"

The five Fingers channeled all their chi into a massive invisible barrier.

The first blasts hit—exploding on contact.

The wall held—barely.

Smith didn't let up. He switched to one hand, added just a touch more chi into each blast, and spaced them slightly for rhythm.

BOOM!!!!!!!

BOOM!!!!

BOOM!!!!!!

The barrier finally shattered.

The five were blasted back, coughing blood.

Smith didn't stop.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

"ARGHHH!" x5

Each of them took a direct hit.

They were blown off their feet, tossed like rag dolls across the battlefield.

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