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I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city-Chapter 79: 【072】Bloody Battle (Part 2)
Chapter 79: 【072】Bloody Battle (Part 2)
Amidst the pouring rain, a continuous stream of martial artists was running into the courtyard from outside, their numbers impossible to count.
Wang Longhu knew that if this dragged on any further, whether he could withstand it or not, both the monk and Hong Wentai would surely meet their end here tonight. He had to do more, to kill in order to stop the killing.
Bam!
With a stomp, the concrete ground beneath Wang Longhu’s feet instantly shattered. In a flash, he seemed to transform into a gust of wind, pouncing towards a martial artist four or five steps away.
Without waiting for the opponent to strike, Wang Longhu delivered an elbow right to the chin, resulting in a crisp snap, leaving the opponent sprawling on the ground, uncertain of life or death. It was the Eight Extremes Top Heart Elbow that Hong Wentai had just taught him today.
Though he hadn’t been practicing for long and wasn’t yet skilled in the move, executed by Wang Longhu, combined with Ming Jin and a strength of 1.85, it truly exhibited the fierce power of the Eight Extremes.
’Xingyi trained for a year can kill a man, Baji trained for half a year can smash through gates.’
This statement was vividly and thoroughly demonstrated by Wang Longhu tonight. Who would’ve thought that this seemingly young lad hadn’t even been practicing martial arts for a full month yet? freewebnoveℓ.com
While Wang Longhu continued to take down several martial artists, the situation over at Hong Wentai and the monk’s side was similarly chaotic.
Hong Wentai handled an iron spear with steady and massive force, deeply embodying the essence of Baji Fist. When not attacking, he seemed to store energy with his shaking spear, and when he struck, it was like an arrow released from a bowstring, making it impossible for anyone to get close. The advantage of a long weapon is its reach.
On the other hand, the monk, who practiced Tiger-Crane Double Form Fist, ironically became the most battered individual on the scene, mostly focusing on dodging and parrying with no chance to counterattack. Whenever he dared to retaliate, he faced the combined brutal efforts of multiple attackers.
This night, for unknown reasons, martial artists from the Chaoban and overseas forces had allied, which the monk had never anticipated.
During the fierce battle, Wang Longhu killed two more people. Under normal circumstances, he would have minded his actions to avoid fatal blows, at most injuring people when hitting them.
But in this situation, if he dared to hold back, it meant he didn’t want to live, and only by risking his life with full strength could he have a slim chance of survival.
Knocking away a short knife from a martial artist’s hand with a punch, Wang Longhu then swung his hand downward, executing the Baji Fist killing move, Fierce Tiger Climbs the Mountain, taught by Hong Wentai.
With force in his palm, he struck the martial artist’s forehead firmly. In an instant, his fingers clawed like tiger talons, carving five bloody gashes across the opponent’s face and bursting his eyeballs.
"Retreat! Wang Longhu!"
The monk, fending off an attacker, shouted at Wang Longhu.
But Wang Longhu just shook his head, looking helpless.
On the balcony earlier, by the light of the lightning, he had spotted the surrounding situation. Tonight was undoubtedly an organized and premeditated attack.
It was likely that ambushes were set all around. For the three of them to escape, apart from Wang Longhu’s Lightweight Skill offering a slim chance, the monk and Hong Wentai had no hope, only left to die horribly, divided and conquered on this Long Pit Summit.
Until the very last moment of helplessness, Wang Longhu was not willing to abandon the other two.
"Ah!!"
The martial artist whose eyes Wang Longhu had blinded held his face in agony, bloodied and hunched.
Take advantage when one’s weak, strike when one’s ill, Wang Longhu had no intention of showing mercy even if this person couldn’t see. He immediately delivered a Top Heart Elbow with the force of Mount Tai pressing down, striking the back of the opponent’s skull and killing him instantly.
In Wang Longhu’s eyes, these martial artists who dared to come to Long Pit Summit for this rainy night assassination weren’t good people. He didn’t know any of them, not even their names.
Since they dared to assassinate him, they should be ready to never return from Long Pit Summit.
"This lad’s Xingyi Boxing skills aren’t shallow. In such a level of slaughter, he can sustain for at least another 20 minutes. It’s quite possible that all the men you brought will be killed by him."
On the rooftop of the old house next door, an elder with a thick braid behind his head spoke calmly, keeping both hands behind his back.
This person’s temples were pronounced, and his gaze was as fierce as a tiger. Even with drooping eyelids, the sharpness in his eyes couldn’t be hidden. His shoulders sloped downwards nearly 30 degrees, indicating mastery of Internal Boxing.
"Even if he developed Dark Force, his body isn’t made of iron. If the men are slaughtered, so be it. The money has been paid; they are solving problems in exchange for it. I just want to see how much stamina this guy retains if he lasts to the end. Killing a Dark Force expert was something I never dared to dream of before."
Beside the elder’s feet, Yu Tianli sat on the rooftop covered with tiles, watching Wang Longhu with excitement as he fought multiple martial artists. He looked like a hunter examining a fierce tiger caught in his trap, his expression full of anticipation.
"Dark Force..." the elder with the braid murmured, revealing a trace of envy on his face.
External martial artists primarily train in vigorous and fast strikes, highly entertaining, which makes it easier to earn money in today’s world. Whether it’s Southeast Asia or Europe, combat competitions typically involve San Da, boxing, focusing on physical strength and power, aligning with External Boxing.
On top of that, External Boxing is quick to master, allowing significant improvement simply through physical training, leading to less interest from the new generation in researching how to train Internal Strength with Internal Boxing.
For Internal Boxing martial artists, their pursuit is nothing but Ming Jin, Dark Force, and Huajin, each more challenging to practice than the last. Those who develop Ming Jin can be considered masters.
Dark Force is something even martial artists immersed for thirty to forty years can’t touch, let alone master, with the even higher-level Huajin being even more elusive.
In this era, developing Dark Force is enough to achieve legendary status, earning the respect of all martial artists.
The elder with the braid had trained all his life in martial arts, knowing his talent was lacking. Reaching the peak of Ming Jin at this point was his life’s limit. Thus, learning that a young martial artist in Dong County had developed Dark Force left him thoroughly shocked.
Under various circumstances, he agreed to Yu Tianli’s invitation to join tonight’s hunting feast.
"Am I perhaps just a tool for you to expend this person’s stamina, then leave for you to finish him off and kill this Dark Force martial artist?" the elder with the braid sneered.
"Mr. Nalan, you’re part of the Eight Banner Martial Arts Association, not to be confused with these Chaoban and overseas martial artist forces. They’re on different levels of importance. Considering the Manchu heritage, I wouldn’t harm you, even if I harmed others," Yu Tianli chuckled, though his tone carried a hint of sarcasm.
The elder with the braid smirked and said no more.
However, his previously hunched figure slowly straightened at that moment, a series of explosive sounds emitting from his body like frying beans, evidently prepared to spring into action.
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