I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city-Chapter 78: 【071】Bloody Battle (Part 1)

Being simultaneously besieged by six people wielding weapons was an experience Wang Longhu had never encountered before.

The six maneuvered with agility, sharp swords and knives attacking; one moment of carelessness could allow this group to slice his skin and sever his throat.

This sensation of dancing on the edge of life and death truly made Wang Longhu’s scalp tingle; he focused 100% of his Spirit’s attention, not daring to be distracted for even an instant.

Although he had already developed Dark Force, striking with Dark Force was extremely exhausting on the mind and body, and if he failed to hit, it would instead affect his own energy locks.

In this environment, if Wang Longhu failed to lock his vital energy through his pores, leading to energy leakage, his body would instantly enter a state of fatigue and exhaustion, which would be no different from walking towards his own doom.

A sword edge swept towards his throat; at that moment, Wang Longhu urgently leaned back to dodge, his right hand seemingly coiling gently, sticking to the opponent’s sword hilt, wrapping around and gripping the opponent’s wrist, instantly exerting force and crushing the person’s wrist bone.

"Ah!!!" The martial artist cried out in pain, immediately unable to control and releasing his grip, letting the sword fall to the ground, reducing a threat for Wang Longhu.

Eagles are fierce birds of prey, often soaring high and overlooking beasts; with a quick glance, the prey cannot escape due to its swift speed, sharp claws, and powerful strikes that are hard to resist, deeply feared by people.

Thus, martial artists practice its form and learn its essence, creating the essence of the eagle’s capture technique, which is part of the Twelve Forms Fist in Xingyi Boxing known as the Eagle Form.

However, the Eagle Form is only adept at capturing, with less variation in boxing techniques, thus martial artists usually combine the Eagle Form with the Bear Form.

The bear is a fierce beast; though clumsy in movement, its strength is immense. When it stands on two legs and sways its arms, it can break trees and rocks.

Therefore, martial artists study and practice its arm swing form to unleash strange power in critical moments. When the Eagle and Bear Forms each take half, one can say ’rise like a bear, fall like an eagle’, integrating the two, combining the principles of yin and yang, rise and fall, drilling and flipping, leaving opponents unable to defend.

In the moment of crushing the opponent’s wrist bone, Wang Longhu did not even breathe. As the rain drenched his head, his hair, completely sticking to his scalp, stood up like long needles, showing the power of Dark Force.

Wang Longhu clenched his jaws, his expression like an angry Vajra, both arms suddenly exerting force, one pulling, one tugging.

In an instant, the man’s arm was mostly torn off by Wang Longhu, with only bones and a small piece of skin barely hanging on, swaying in the heavy rain.

"Ah!!!"

An unbelievably miserable wail came from the martial artist’s mouth, piercing through the area.

Even one as mentally strong as steel would likely be unable to endure this instantaneously inflicted injury, witnessing the terrifying effect of Wang Longhu’s pull.

The remaining five martial artists couldn’t help but be taken aback, staring in shock at this seemingly young boy.

Wang Longhu’s situation seemed very different from the information they had gathered.

"This isn’t the strength of Ming Jin," a martial artist rasped.

However, in the heavy rain, his voice obviously couldn’t reach the others.

Taking advantage of the Bear Form’s pulling force, Wang Longhu, seizing the moment they were stunned, stepped out, launching another Cannon Fist in Bear Form, completely disabling the injured martial artist, then ’sliding’ his body among the weapons of the remaining five, aiming, decisively closing in on another person.

The fist classics say, ’The snake has the skill to rustle through grass, the cleverness to coil’, referring to the Snake Form in Xingyi Boxing, emphasizing the body’s flexibility and resilience, with movements initiated from the waist, power emanating from the hips.

Unlike the large, dynamic moves of Bear Form, Tiger Form, Dragon Form, Horse Form, the Snake Form emphasizes twisting and changing, combining softness with strength, flexibility and agility, most suitable for Wang Longhu’s current situation of being besieged by multiple people.

He nimbly weaved and dodged among the knives and swords, paying the price of having his shoulder slashed by two, finally closing in on his next target.

This person wielded the Wudang Eight Trigrams Sword, making Wang Longhu feel extremely uneasy, as though a thorn was in his back.

If allowed to continue attacking, Wang Longhu couldn’t guarantee he could break out of the encirclement, hence this person must be disabled first.

Seeing Wang Longhu approaching, the martial artist knew his intent, immediately planting his legs, the sword edge darting thrice towards Wang Longhu’s lower body.

As they say, ’an inch longer, an inch stronger,’ when an unarmed martial artist confronts one with a weapon, they naturally are at a disadvantage due to the weapon’s advantage.

Unless the power gap is enormous, martial artists trained with weapons will absolutely not lose to those trained with fists and feet. But once the weapon is lost, the result will immediately reverse.

Faced with this person’s attack, Wang Longhu was unhurried, his left leg twisting in place, right leg whipping out towards the opponent’s face.

When a person is tall, the leg serves as a spear; when short, the leg serves as a hammer.

The advantage of a weapon lies in its range; you can hit the target faster with a sword stroke than with a fist, causing severe injury in advance.

But a person’s two legs can cover this distance, and Wang Longhu responded with a whip leg; given his strength, if the martial artist were hit hard, the outcome would be either death or severe injury.

Conversely, Wang Longhu’s leg would also be wounded by the sword edge, severely affecting his mobility.

Yet Wang Longhu seemed unconcerned with this, clearly adopting a stance to fight for life against life.

Seeing the fierce wind about to land the whip leg on him, the martial artist gritted his teeth, choosing in a flash to withdraw his move, unwilling to engage in mutual destruction with Wang Longhu.

Wang Longhu saw this and smiled with satisfaction, not giving the opponent a chance to react, half-stepping forward with a Beng Fist, smashing the person’s nose, shattering the entire facial bone on the spot, sending him flying several meters before crashing to the ground, rolling several times before stopping.

The previous encounter with the masked man at Jiuchai Village over the statue had greatly enlightened Wang Longhu in practical combat experience.

Fighting life for life should be the most ruthless tactic for a martial artist; even if one wins, they will surely be scarred heavily.

But the problem is, in today’s era, there are very few martial artists willing to gamble their lives against yours; everyone wants to live, and even less want to use themselves cheaply.

The purpose of these martial artists visiting his grandmother’s house tonight, Wang Longhu had some judgment of it; with the Marrow Cleansing Scripture yet to appear, naturally no one would be willing to be injured, losing their chance to compete for the Marrow Cleansing Scripture.

Thus, these martial artists would absolutely not be willing to fight Wang Longhu to the death, just as Wang Longhu himself was unwilling to fight the masked man to the death before, leading to being at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.

Tonight’s pragmatic application in combat reflects the significant progress Wang Longhu has made from each encounter with other martial artists.

Sharpening behind closed doors, even when reaching Huajin, is like a paper tiger with only strength but no effectiveness, wasting a lifetime of martial arts.

Only actual combat is the key to enabling a martial artist to progress rapidly.

Licking his salty lips, Wang Longhu’s eyes were bright and energetic, turning excitedly to gaze at the four remaining martial artists.

Having killed two in succession, his gaze was fierce like a wolf or tiger, scaring the martial artists into retreating a step, feeling even more ashamed after realizing it.

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