Chapter 181 - A Call That Arrived Too Late (2/2)
Indeed, the two couldn’t compare to Du Zhanpeng. Even if they wanted to fight over the spot of successor, they lacked the qualifications.
Du Zhanpeng died today, and Du Chaoqun and Du Chaopeng knew that their chance had arrived! As long as they had a good performance, fiercely giving a humiliating lesson to the bastard who killed Du Zhanpeng, perhaps there was a chance to catch the eyes of Du Hen and become the new successor.
Hearing Du Peng’s words, the two raised her arms to go push at his shoulders. Their palms appear to be ordinary, but they secretly added the internal energy of a hidden art, one that would be released upon contact with the body.
“Get lost!”
Du Peng did not avoid or dodge. His two palms clashed with one palm from each of the two brothers.
Three forces secretly collided together, letting out the sound of a wooden stick beating a blanket. Du Chaoqun and Du Chaopeng swayed beneath their feet, retreating two steps back before they could stand firm with their bodies.
Du Peng’s upper body merely swayed slightly, but his feet did not perform any retreat at all.
Everyone present learned martial arts. They were able to see the actions that occurred between the three people in this funeral hall.
Du Chaoqun and Du Chaopeng were both stunned. The hidden blast of energy from Du Peng’s palm was pure and extensive. Du Peng’s body shouldn’t have rocked. His face also shouldn’t have changed to be even more deathly pale.
In this moment of their stupefaction, a faint scarlet red appeared on the clothes on Du Peng’s chest.
He’s injured! Du Chaoqun and Du Chaopeng locked gazes for a moment. The smile on their lips slowly spread to their entire faces.
“You will have to beat us if you want to come here!”
Du Chaoqun and Du Chaopeng pounced forth the moment they spoke these words. At this moment, they no longer hid unleashing their power. Instead, they simply revealed their powers in totality.
“Get lost.”
With the yell from Du Peng, dark red marks before his chest grew greater. His two eyes suddenly exploded with a radiant light. His two legs trod the ground, and his entire body exploded like a general of the ancient battlefield mounted on a warhorse. The sound of his body rubbing against the air was akin to the scream of a warhorse. His two arms were akin to enormous hatchets, cleaving down with the power of war blades, simply splitting apart the aura of his two cousins.
The sharp and tyrannical aura of the Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Cleaving Calvary appeared once more within Du Peng’s hands at this moment!
Du Peng’s mood was currently situated in an extremely unsteady state. This move lacked the tyrannical aura that Du Zhanpeng possessed on that day by several folds, but there was an addition of madness inside.
Not one of Du Chaoqun and Du Zhanpeng, the two brothers, ever expected that Du Peng would suddenly strike out with the ultimate technique that only Du Zhanpeng should know. They had already rushed upon Du Peng. It was already too late for them to make a successful dodge. They could only brandish her palms to clash with force, hoping that Du Peng was only acting to scare people.
A burst of concentrated punches, kicks, and muscles collided. Du Chaoqun and Du Chaopeng were sent flying back left and right. They were caught by other people in the crowd, and only then did people discovered that the two brothers’ arms were bent at odd angles. It was impossible for them to hang down.
Splat…
A mouthful of blood sprayed out from Du Peng’s mouth. A large patch of red also appeared on his back.
His body had been struck by a bullet. Even though the bullet had not struck his heart, the location had been close to the heart. Some of the veins of his heart were injured.
Three days of recovery and treatments, even with the Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art protecting the body, was incapable of allowing Du Peng through truly make a complete recovery. It was already a miracle for him to get off his bed and walk. Fighting was certainly an act of self-harm for him at the moment.
After Du Peng finished spraying out the mouthful of blood, he continued to tread another footstep, as if he didn’t know what pain was at all.
This time, the person to block his way was Du Yu!
Du Yu was higher in stature than Du Peng. A stifling powerful pressure emitted from his body. He looked down at Du Peng and faintly said, “You should go. You are not welcome here.”
“No.” Du Peng firmly shook his head. “Either you let me see him or I die.”
Du Yu slowly raised an arm. “Then die.”
A palm of thunder was thrust forward just now, the air actually faintly ringing with the sound of a thunderstorm.
Du Peng unleashed power simultaneously with his waist and with his legs through the horse stance. He used God Bears the Pagoda, completely ignoring the difference in levels between him and his opponent.
Bang….
The stone slab’s beneath Du Peng’s feet instantly turned to powder. A stream of red bloodshot out from his back and chest at the same time.
A strike of the seven-star level!
Everyone understood very well that Du Yu hadn’t used his entire strength.
When facing a five-star martial artist with heavy injuries, if Du Yu had used his full strength, that would not raise Du Yu’s might. It would only lead him to be known as someone who relied on being powerful to crush the weak and it would give him the title of someone who bullied heavily injured martial artists.
Du Peng slowly raised his head. It was as if there was a heavy object of ten thousand pounds weighing against his neck. He opened his mouth revealing scarlet teeth. “Can I make my way past you now?”
The silent funeral hall grew even more silent at this moment. Everyone looked at Du Yu in a daze.
Without replying at all, Du Yu slowly moved his feet, making some space.
Du Peng arrived before the crystal coffin. He looked quietly at Du Zhanpeng, who looked to be sleeping peacefully inside. Scenes of his memories began to flash in his mind.
Seventeen years old.
“Bastard, you will forever be trash in your life.”
Sixteen years old.
“Bastard, why don’t you go to hell?”
Fourteen years old.
“Bastard, you have enough qualifications?”
Five years old.
“Bastard, what can you do even if I snatch your toy?”
Four years old.
….
His memories at four years old and younger were practically blank….
Du Peng never recalled having memories of being four years old and younger. However, he remembered this time.
“Uh-oh, how did you fall? It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt. Big brother will blow on it for you.”
“Can you stand up? Come, I’ll carry you.”
“Upsy-daisy. I am your big brother. This is what I should do.”
“Grandfather, I was the one who broke the vase. It has nothing to do with my little brother.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m your big brother, after all. It is my job to help you.”
“Haha, we are brothers….”
Memories, covered in dust, came bubbling forth like a tide.
Du Peng gazed blankly at the crystal coffin. He looked at Du Zhanpeng, whose body was covered with the flag of the country. He mumbled to himself. “Get up. Get up. Get up. Don’t just lie there. Get up. Get up. Do you think you’re so great? You think that you don’t owe me like this? Get up… I said, get up….”
His mumbling voice grew louder and louder. In just a few seconds, his voice turned into yells of hysteria. “Get up! Come on, get up! Get out of this crystal coffin! Do you think you are so great? You think that you don’t owe me like this? Get up! Get up! Get up! Get up for me! You owe me. You will owe me forever! Get up for me. Give me what you owe me before you die! I don’t want your blood! Take back the blood you transfused into my body! I don’t want it! I don’t want it!”
Everyone in the funeral hall looked at Du Peng as if they were looking at a crazy tiger. It had been a long time since anyone could tell whether the liquid in his eyes was that of tears or blood. His deathly pale face was also stained by tears of blood.
His two legs were incapable of supporting his body any longer. He knelt and lay atop the crystal coffin. He smacked the crystal coffin, which was not very sturdy, with two hands using force.
Du Peng, who had just taken on Du Yu’s palm, had a body that was on the brink of collapse. The internal energy within his body had been instantly depleted at that moment. No matter how he struck, he was incapable of breaking the crystal coffin. The quiet hall resonated with the sound of his hands striking the crystal coffin.
“Get up! Get up…big bro you should get up…”