336: Chapter 134 Brother Yuanxiao is Still Warming Up 336: Chapter 134 Brother Yuanxiao is Still Warming Up With a thunderous crash, the wall collapsed and the house caved in.
Wang Yunxiao clambered up from the ruins in a sorry state, coughing twice before pulling down his mask to spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
Damn it, a second-level expert is this terrifying!
Of course, that second-level expert was just his private rant, as he actually had no clue where this son of a gun had sprung from.
The man was dressed in black and was ruthless in his attacks.
It only took him a few moves to put Wang Yunxiao on the defensive, forcing him to keep retreating.
Seeing how the situation unfolded, Mr.
Liu, who had just been scared enough to wet his pants, suddenly felt emboldened again and quickly jumped up to yell, “Beat him!
Beat him to death!
Finish him!”
Step by step, Wang Yunxiao was forced back to the edge of the balcony, and had no choice but to leap down.
As he was midair, he reached back to draw his Swallow Wing Blade and executed the Eight Directions Hidden Blade Technique.
It’s that move often mimed at one’s own neck by those who talk about crosstalk.
In actuality, it could also be understood as Summer Princess being chopped eight times.
A real martial arts practitioner, in close combat, doesn’t have so many standardized routines.
It’s like the points of knowledge in textbooks; points of knowledge are just that, and mastering them doesn’t mean you’ll score full marks on a test.
In the Jianghu World, when mentioning experts, people often talk about the Eighteen Types of XX Sword Techniques, Thirty-six Types of XX Staff Techniques, Seventy-two Types of XX Palm Techniques.
Frankly, all these are just the basics.
How much power you can unleash in battle entirely depends on the individual’s insight and ability to adapt.
The “Hundred Thousand Mountains and Rivers”, this book, or more accurately, this set of Martial Arts Techniques, delves into the application of various Inner Strength, Fist and Kick Techniques, as well as cold weapons related to Blades and Spears.
Theoretically speaking, it’s highly sophisticated, not only correct but also profound.
The only drawback is that you can’t master it quickly.
In this world, very few Dharma Gates can be mastered swiftly.
Generally speaking, those who boast about quick success often come with unspeakable, significant side effects.
But on the other hand, if you think the side effect is bearable and you can accept it, then taking the fast track isn’t really a problem.
Take actual combat, for example.
If you’re not afraid to die, you’re thrown into the meat grinder of the battlefield, enduring several life-and-death battles, and any crappy Martial Arts Skill could become incredibly refined.
Facing such a powerful opponent, Wang Yunxiao felt extremely pleased.
He had gone out tonight specifically looking for a fight, the more formidable the opponent, the better.
This time he didn’t even use his gun, and was even intentionally showing weakness, just to solidify the opponent’s belief in certain victory.
Please don’t run away, I won’t use my gun, let’s have a proper fight.
How disgusting is the design of a Shit Monster that flees when it’s critically wounded?
Come on!
If you’re a man, come to the Sand City and cut me down… oops!
My bad, I misspoke.
If you’re a man, come and fight until the end of time, until the Dharma itself wears away!
The hasty technique he used was seen by his opponent, who let out a weird laugh and reached out with both hands to capture the blade fiercely, snatching the Swallow Wing Blade from Wang Yunxiao’s grasp, and immediately stabbed down with it.
The opponent showed no mercy, had no martial arts virtue, and didn’t seem to value human life at all.
Wang Yunxiao was still baffled; what kind of damn commissioner of cultural inspections are you?
Why so hardcore?
Aren’t you afraid of the crime of murder?
Oh, even if you haven’t killed anyone, firing a gun at random is still a crime.
I carry a gun because I’m licensed, what about you?
Do you have one too?
You have a license and you don’t do something productive, instead, you come here in the middle of the night for some fun?
Doesn’t make sense, can’t figure it out.
It’s not possible that this guy is truly the spoiled descendant of some powerful and esteemed family, the most beloved little grandson of Elder XX, spoiled rotten from birth, never having been beaten down by society…
Could it be?
As Wang Yunxiao’s mind wandered with wild thoughts, the man in black showed no sign of stopping.
In mid-air, he performed an inverted golden hook kick, viciously landing a blow on Wang Yunxiao’s face.
…
Coughing twice, waving his hand to disperse the smoke and dust brought on by his own collapse of the roof tiles, Wang Yunxiao lifted his head to look at the man in black who stood with his hands clasped behind his back, adopting the pose of a lonely expert, and couldn’t help but ask kindly, “Have you eaten dinner tonight?”
“Arrogant!”
The man in black kicked Wang Yunxiao into a civilian dwelling next door.
He thought the situation was under control, but instead he received such a retort, causing a vein to pop on his forehead instantly.
“Audacious youth, let’s see how much longer you can put up a fight!”
The man stomped on the ground with both feet, propelling himself into the air and creating a whirlwind around himself, charging fiercely at Wang Yunxiao.
What’s this, Wind God Leg?
Wang Yunxiao sidestepped, allowing the man’s full-force kick to miss him by inches, and grabbed his face with an outstretched hand, shouting forcefully, hurling him away.
Funny, I can even dodge bullets; do you think you’re faster than a bullet?
Taken by surprise, the man in black found his world spinning as Wang Yunxiao grabbed him by the head and flung him against a wall, causing him to spit blood on impact.
“I’m asking if you’ve eaten!”
Wang Yunxiao, rubbing his neck which appeared to be somewhat dislocated, walked up to the man: “Speak up!
Are you wiping your daddy’s face?
So gentle?”
“Ahhhhhh!”
After being repeatedly mocked, the man in black finally lost all reason, scrambled to his feet, swallowed a pill, and let out a furious roar as his muscles swelled to their limit in an instant.
He lunged forward, raising his leg for a targeted kick at the crook of Wang Yunxiao’s leg.
A punt kick?
Wang Yunxiao recognized it immediately because Guozi had used this move when sparring with him, but since it wasn’t a family martial art, it was not executed proficiently.
This was a Northern martial art with a very down-to-earth name, which didn’t sound like a serious martial art, but it was indeed one of the representative techniques of Northern leg skills in the Southern Fist, Northern Leg style, said to have been used by Wu Song himself back in the day.
Back then, it had a more elegant name, called Mandarin Duck Connecting Kicks.
Pfft——
He watched the kick aim for his lower body, but with a flick of the ankle, it struck Wang Yunxiao’s left cheek, knocking his helmet clear off his head.
After a successful strike, the man pressed his advantage with a leaping kick, slamming Wang Yunxiao right into the facade behind him, shattering windows and doors into pieces, and along with them, smashing all the bottles and jars inside.
“Fight!
Beat him to death!”
Mr.
Liu, having gathered his courage again, chased out to the balcony, shouting at the top of his lungs and swinging his fists.
However, the next moment, he suddenly found he couldn’t open his mouth.
Alarmed, he instinctively reached for his face but failed to find his mouth.
His mouth had vanished.
“Clamor.”
Hearing an impatient voice behind him, he saw a young man holding a folding fan, dressed in exquisite green clothes, appear at the doorway; the owner of the place, Boss Cui, hurried to him with the utmost respect, bowing his head submissively like a well-trained dog.
“What a fine feast, how did it turn into this mess?”
The young man stared at Boss Cui disapprovingly: “You can’t even handle such a trivial matter; you’re really disappointing.”