NOVPUBDing Sheng was stunned.
With his skills, he could have easily stabbed Tang Hao to death with that strike just now.
But he didn’t do it because Tang Hao had treated him quite well on ordinary days, always thinking of bringing him a share of whatever good food or drink was available at the factory.
So, in that moment before he acted, Ding Sheng had intentionally held back, wanting to leave Tang Hao a way out.
However, now that Tang Hao was clutching at his clothes, he had to proceed with killing him to fulfill Wan Xiu’s orders.
"Let go," Ding Sheng said gravely.
He was giving Tang Hao one last chance.
However, Tang Hao didn’t let go. Instead, he gripped even tighter.
Tang Hao, no longer hesitating, made his move. 𝘯𝑜𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝘤𝘰𝑚
"Uncle!"
Seeing Tang Hao killed by Ding Sheng, Song Bing, who initially didn’t want to abandon Tang Hao, instantly became enraged.
He roared and kicked directly at Ding Sheng.
Ding Sheng had not expected Song Bing to have the courage to come back, and caught off guard, was kicked several steps back, nearly falling to the ground.
Song Bing held the blood-covered Tang Hao in his arms and cried, "Uncle, hang in there. I will definitely save you and get us out of here together!"
The blood continued to pour out of Tang Hao’s shoulder as he struggled to tell Song Bing, "I... can’t make it out, you all go quickly. Otherwise, once they summon the Buddha, none of you... will be able to leave."
Tang Hao looked at Song Bing, his eyes showing a trace of tenderness.
"Little Bing, don’t be like your uncle…"
After saying these words, Tang Hao smiled weakly and took his last breath in Song Bing’s arms.
Song Bing had always regarded Tang Hao as his idol since he was little.
In his memories, his uncle, although always ordinary, was hardworking and diligent. Since taking over the factory, he had managed it conscientiously and was very kind to the workers, enjoying good relations with them.
As a child, Song Bing’s parents were often busy, working away from home to earn money.
So, most of Song Bing’s childhood was spent with Tang Hao.
Wu Bin, witnessing this scene, also lost his desire to escape.
Regardless of what Tang Hao had done before, he had ultimately died trying to save them.
If they just left like that, wouldn’t they be worse than pigs and dogs?
Thinking this, Wu Bin took out a swing stick from his pocket, flicked it open, and positioned himself in front of Song Bing.
"Old Song, I’ll go first. If I can’t hold him off, then you take over. I refuse to believe that the two of us together can’t beat him alone!"
Wu Bin said, and without waiting for Song Bing’s response, he charged at Ding Sheng with the swing stick.
Seeing Wu Bin charge directly at him, Ding Sheng’s eyes were full of disdain.
In his view, Wu Bin was just a college student who couldn’t even fight; to him, Wu Bin was full of flaws.
Wu Bin swung the stick fiercely at Ding Sheng’s head.
Under normal circumstances, anyone faced with such an attack would be stunned, since who would dare to aim straight for the head in a fight.
But Ding Sheng was no ordinary man.
Seeing the swing stick headed toward his own head, he was not afraid at all; instead, he lowered his head and then, holding his knife in both hands, he charged directly at Wu Bin.
Ding Sheng’s move seemed clumsy, but it was actually extremely perilous!
With both hands, Ding Sheng thrust the dagger toward Wu Bin. Such a stabbing motion not only generated maximum force but was also the most stable, and most importantly, the effective area it could hit was actually quite large, making it difficult for Wu Bin to dodge.
The two were so close, and at such high speed, that the collision was bound to have a clear outcome.
However, in the next second, something unexpected happened!
Wu Bin suddenly grabbed Ding Sheng’s wrist.
Then, Ding Sheng suddenly felt weak all over, having lost most of his strength.
This feeling was like walking normally when suddenly your hand cramps—you simply dare not exert any force!
Although this state lasted only a brief moment, it was enough to change the outcome.
Wu Bin, holding onto Ding Sheng’s wrist, pulled it to the side. The sharp dagger tore through Wu Bin’s clothes, narrowly missing stabbing Wu Bin.
Meanwhile, Wu Bin swung the stick in his hand again, striking Ding Sheng’s head fiercely.
Bang!
The stick hit like striking hard metal, and Ding Sheng grunted, falling heavily to the ground, blood flowing freely.
"Wu, move aside, let me handle this!"
Thinking it would be enough just to subdue Ding Sheng, Wu Bin was willing to hold back, but Song Bing thought otherwise.
Enraged, Song Bing ran over and kicked Ding Sheng brutally in the face.
Before Ding Sheng could react, Song Bing snatched the dagger from his hand and stabbed him fiercely in the chest, in the very spot where Ding Sheng had previously stabbed Tang Hao.
Ding Sheng, in agony, had the veins on his neck bulging as he slapped back with one hand, surprisingly toppling Song Bing with sheer force from a single arm!
Song Bing hadn’t expected Ding Sheng’s fighting capability to be so strong. Seeing Ding Sheng recovering the dagger and about to counterattack, Wu Bin intervened again, striking Ding Sheng’s head brutally with the stick once more!
Even though Ding Sheng was physically strong, his head had sustained severe blows in succession, and by now, he had practically lost the ability to think and act.
Song Bing kicked Ding Sheng in the chest. Following the inertia, Ding Sheng fell heavily to the ground, twitching occasionally, devoid of his earlier arrogance.
"Is he dead?" Song Bing asked uncertainly.
Wu Bin shook his head and said, "Not sure, I don’t dare get too close now, scared he might suddenly strike."
Wu Bin had never encountered someone like Ding Sheng before; it was as if his sole purpose was killing, striking swiftly, accurately, and ruthlessly without hesitation.
If it weren’t for his "Immortal Grasp" taking effect a moment ago, it would be he and Song Bing lying on the ground now.
To test whether Ding Sheng was truly dead, Song Bing picked up the dagger from the ground and plunged it fiercely into his leg.
Seeing that Ding Sheng showed no reaction, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Having dealt with Ding Sheng, the two looked up at Wan Xiu not far away.
Seeing Ding Sheng dispatched by them, Wan Xiu showed neither regret nor fear; instead, he even started clapping for them.
"Brilliant, truly brilliant."
"I never expected that after all these years of cultivating Ding Sheng, he would still fall short of you two college students with no fighting capability."
"It seems what the Buddha said is indeed true, people often disguise themselves in everyday life, and what they show normally is not their true nature."
"Only in moments of life and death can one truly show one’s real self. And it is this true self that we seek, the ultimate realm that can be accepted and embraced by the Buddha!"
Wu Bin didn’t understand what Wan Xiu meant by this, only noticing that he was getting more excited and agitated as he spoke.
Meanwhile, the blood Maitreya wooden statue behind Wan Xiu shook slightly, and then began to split from the head, eventually dividing in two!
