40 vs 1

The Great Oni

Volume (1) Benoni Chapter (32)

"Shall we get going?" Arsham asked Li Fan while brushing the dust from his clothes.

Li Fan nodded.

At that moment Jinwa—already conscious for a while—was busy with a phone.

When Arsham asked again whether they should head back, Jinwa gave a mocking grin and said:

"Hee-hee, mutts, I don't know what crew you're from, but since you dared mess with the Devil-Envoy Crew today, you'll have to pay us back."

Arsham stepped in close, gave him a light kick, and said,

"Flat on the ground and still mouthing off."

Li Fan laughed and started to leave.

Just then many footsteps sounded; Li Fan estimated roughly forty men.

Soon a group blocked the mouth of the alley.

All of them were solidly built, all young—the oldest looked only about twenty-five.

Seeing them, Li Fan paused, slightly puzzled.

The reason: all forty were in the same condition as Jinwa.

Each of them was about three- to five-times ovetall stronger than a normal person; the very strongest looked nearly ten-times.

By age, physique, and health, each should have had a life-energy of at least sixty to eighty years.

Yet their life-energy was only about fifteen to twenty years.

One or two like that would not have interested Li Fan, but now forty people showed the same state.

"Looks like something's going on—I'm curious about your Devil-Envoy Crew now," Li Fan smiled with interest.

Behind him Arsham, surrounded by forty men, felt a bit startled yet grew hot-blooded, eager to fight.

"Hey-hey, Jinwa, if someone could do you like that, what crew is he from?"

The tall, handsome fellow at the very front—clearly the leader—smiled and spoke.

He was the strongest in the group, his body roughly ten-times a normal man's overall strength.

"Hee-hee," Li Fan laughed and strode forward.

He had no intention of talking.

With extreme speed Li Fan threw a high kick at the leader's head.

The leader's eyes widened; he hurried to block.

"BOOM!"

Li Fan's power was so strong that even though the leader blocked, he was hurled far back.

The forty-plus behind him, seeing their front man attacked first, yelled and charged.

"Dog!"

"You cocky bastard!"

"Try killing us!"

They were truly strong and quick, yet no match for Li Fan.

Using only about 0.02% of his power, Li Fan casually dodged their attacks.

"WHISH—FOOMP!"

With an invisible flash-kick Li Fan knocked one man clean out.

Because he used more than twice the power he'd used on Jinwa earlier, the man's teeth flew and he fell unconscious.

"FOOMP!"

"FOOMP!"

"FOOMP!"

Li Fan in one instant delivered three kicks, dropping three more men.

Just then another from the group managed to close in and punch.

Li Fan smiled, twisted his torso, and snapped a straight kick into the fellow's mid-riff.

"BOOM—URGH!"

That one coughed blood and flew away.

Li Fan's power frightened them, yet trusting their numbers they kept pressing forward.

Jinwa, not critically wounded, got up again. From the rear he readied himself to attack Arsham, whose eyes were shining.

"WHISH—FOOMP!"

Another thug went down to Li Fan's lightning kick, teeth shattered, unconscious.

Though these men were quite durable, each kick felt as if Li Fan had smashed them with a giant hammer.

From the start Li Fan still had both hands in his pant pockets.

Arsham watched, eyes bright—the fight looked sharper than ordinary people could follow.

Wiping blood, Jinwa moved toward Arsham.

Instead of fear, Arsham's blood boiled—he readied for another round.

"You think he can beat our boss? Wrong—he'll never win. Our boss can split stones with a single punch," Jinwa sneered viciously.

He couldn't handle Li Fan, but he could handle Arsham—so he came straight for him.

Li Fan's kicks hurt like cannonballs; unconsciously Jinwa felt heavy, dared not face Li Fan.

Arsham bounced boxer-style, sharp gaze fixed on Jinwa.

Strangely, his muscles felt light—Arsham was brimming with energy.

Having lost once, instead of losing heart he burned to take victory back.

"Hah, this mongrel—" Jinwa lunged.

"WHISH!"

To normal eyes Jinwa's triple-speed punch was very fast, but to Arsham's eyes now it was normal.

"WHOOSH!"

Arsham slipped low and Jinwa's fist missed.

Jinwa, startled, tried to retreat, but Arsham stepped in and slammed a full-force punch into Jinwa's exposed liver.

"BOOOM!"

"CRACK!"

"ARGH!"

Jinwa dropped to one knee in pain and blacked out.

THUD-THUD-THUD—

Arsham's heart pounded; excitement surged.

"Ha-ha—fuck you man!" Arsham exulted.

Li Fan nodded at Arsham's state, then flash-kicked another thug unconscious.

Arsham's sudden strength came because Li Fan, via his Demon-Energy Master, had transferred to Arsham a body ovetall strength equal to Jinwa's.

Each time Li Fan attacked someone, that person was knocked out; soon only about twenty of the forty remained.

The leader hung back, looking for an opening.

"Hee-hee," when Li Fan turned his back, the leader seized his chance—leapt in and punched.

Li Fan simultaneously finished a kick on another thug, turned, and—

"BOOOOM!"

A huge sound burst out; wind blasted, pebbles rattled—

Li Fan had casually caught the leader's punch in one hand; the leader froze.

"Die!"

The leader instantly tried a kick.

Li Fan smiled and jab-struck the leader's knee.

"FWOOMP—CRACK!"

"AAAH!"

The leader's leg bent grotesquely; cold sweat streamed down his face.