Suddenly, Felix Eagleclaw whipped his head around and shouted at Sergeant Hannah Pan and Captain Victor Zhang, both frozen in shock: "They're trying to break out! What are you waiting for? Get Charles Morin out of here—now!"
"Uh—oh—" Hannah Pan snapped out of it, grabbed Victor Zhang, and the two bolted toward the Shilong Mountain Police Station.
The other man in black raised an eyebrow, murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He lunged to chase them down, but Felix Eagleclaw was already airborne, moving with blinding speed. His hands shot forward—"Eagle's Pounce!"—aimed right at the man's chest.
The man in black threw up his hands—"Bang! Bang! Rip!"—loud crashes mixed with tearing cloth. He staggered back, bracing himself, chest heaving. His black clothes were ripped open. Felix Eagleclaw also retreated, shaking scraps of fabric from his hands, face pale and strained.
The man in black glanced at his torn clothes, eyes chilling. He said to his partner, "Second Brother, this one's tough. Let's use our arts!"
"Mm—" his partner replied, reaching to unfasten the strange backpack slung behind him.
"Magic tricks, huh? Not so fast—try this! Tendon-Splitter Claw!" Felix Eagleclaw roared, channeling his inner power. His hands hooked like talons, unleashing a fierce gust at the man in black with the backpack. Felix knew if that guy opened the bag and let out whatever was inside, he'd be in deep trouble.
Felix's attack was ruthless. His 'Tendon-Splitter Claw' was a signature move of Eagle Claw Kung Fu. The man in black, busy with the backpack, didn't have time to open it. Suddenly, talon shadows loomed like mountains, a wave of killing intent crashing over him. Cold sweat broke out as he rolled on the ground to dodge, dignity forgotten.
Rip— Even so, Felix's lightning-fast strike tore a strip from the man's waist, splitting skin and flesh. Blood spurted, claw force biting deep. The pain made the man in black grimace, but he gritted his teeth and refused to cry out.
Felix's strike landed and adrenaline surged. He sprang forward to finish off the fallen man. But the other man in black moved fast, whipped off his backpack, and swung it hard—"Whoosh!" The huge pack hurtled at Felix, aiming to smash him.
Felix twisted, claws sweeping—"Bang!"—smashing into the giant backpack. "Crash!" The pack shredded, a dark yellow metallic object tumbling out. Before it hit the ground, the man in black whipped out a talisman covered in red runes, bit his tongue—"Spit!"—sprayed blood onto it, and chanted a weird incantation. The talisman shot out—"Whoosh!"—and stuck to the golem's back.
"Whoosh—whoosh—" The talisman's power surged. The metallic object stood up, roughly human-sized but bulky, with a head, arms, and legs. Its joints twisted, "click—click—click." It advanced on Felix, swinging its arms at his head—fast, powerful, and shockingly agile.
"Ugh—" Felix dodged, grabbing at the thing's armpit—"Bang!"—but the rock-hard body sent a jolt up his arm. The golem didn't budge. Instead, it smashed its arm down—"Bang!"—crushing Felix's shoulder with sledgehammer force. Bone nearly cracked; pain shot through him. He staggered back, glaring at the metal monster.
"Chenshou Corpse Golem!" Felix Eagleclaw blurted out, stunned.
"Heh heh—sharp eyes, Felix Eagleclaw! That's right, it's the Chenshou Corpse Golem, straight from the Yan Family's wood armor sorcery—a masterpiece from Luban himself! Impressed? Just wait, the real show’s about to start!" The man in black sneered, voice cold and mocking.
"Hmph—Leon Yan, Tyler Yan! You Yan brothers claim Luban's legacy, but use it to hurt people instead of helping! Disgraceful—" Felix Eagleclaw snorted. (Note: Chenshou Corpse Golem—a legendary automaton from ancient times, made from premium ironwood, corpse oil, and sealed souls, animated with unique sorcery. Indestructible and bulletproof, can be controlled or move on its own! A secret art from Luban, the artisan god, whose genius disciple founded the Yan Family, the famous corpse handlers of Xiangxi.)
"Heh—save the speech, Felix Eagleclaw. Honor? Gold's all that matters now! Survive tonight if you can!" The man in black spat, flicking his hands. The Chenshou Corpse Golem howled, charging at Felix, flailing wildly. No technique, just raw power. Felix dodged frantically—he knew no human could beat this monster. If it hit, he'd be toast. The golem tore up the ground, smashed everything like a berserk tank—only faster. Indestructible.
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Three people burst out of the Shilong Mountain Police Station: Hannah Pan and Victor Zhang dragged a dazed Charles Morin toward a police car. Hearing the fight outside, Charles peeked out and saw Felix Eagleclaw dodging blows from a weird "robot," looking totally battered. Unable to resist, Charles ran to the gate and shouted, "Uncle Felix, what game are you playing? Why’s it so wild out here?"
Felix dodged the golem’s attacks, but Charles’s shout broke his concentration—"Bang!"—the golem punched Felix in the chest, sending him flying to the station’s gate. "Ugh—" He spat blood, nearly passing out, but his willpower kicked in. Felix took a deep breath, channeled his inner strength, forced himself up, and yelled at Charles: "Stop watching! They’re here for you! Run!"
"Ah—oh—" Charles reacted fast, rushing out to help Felix Eagleclaw. They scrambled back into the station, but the Chenshou Corpse Golem was right behind, howling and almost catching up—
"Bang—bang—bang!" Three gunshots shattered the night—Hannah Pan fired in desperation. Sparks flew from the golem’s body, making it pause. Victor Zhang started the police car, threw Felix Eagleclaw and Charles inside, and floored it, racing out before the doors were even shut.
The Chenshou Corpse Golem slammed into the car—"Crash!"—denting it deep. The iron fence behind them flew apart, and the police car spun wildly. Victor Zhang wrestled the wheel, barely keeping it upright as they shot onto the highway. Still rattled, Victor stomped the gas and sped away.