6kv Chapter 44 Martial Arts Ming Jin, Killing
Chapter 44 Martial Arts Ming Jin, Killing
Fang Shuwen gritted his teeth and roared in his mind, "Absorb! Absorb it all!"
The light screen rippled violently like water, and the five strange jade pieces in his palm simultaneously emitted a dense series of "crackling" sounds, like ice cracking under heavy pressure.
Instantly, an even colder energy rushed into Fang Shuwen's body.
But this time,
When this energy entered Fang Shuwen's body, it was instantly enveloped and absorbed by some invisible force, without causing any effect on Fang Shuwen.
In just a moment, words flashed before my eyes.
[Alien energy absorption complete.]
[Gained Skill Points: 37]
37 points!
A full thirty-seven points!
Fang Shuwen didn't even have time to be happy,
At that moment, the footsteps behind them were already very close.
"You little brat, found you!"
The man's deep, hoarse voice came from the other side of the ruins, carrying a playful tone reminiscent of a cat catching a mouse.
Fang Shuwen suddenly opened his eyes and, by the moonlight, saw the location of the person who had come.
He was less than ten steps away.
Given the opponent's strength, this distance is sufficient to launch an attack!
The man was coming around from behind a half-collapsed low wall.
"Run! Why are you stopping? You think you can outrun us?!"
"If you want to live, come back with me obediently!"
The man sneered and slightly squatted down.
Then, with a sudden burst of strength, he attacked Fang Shuwen.
Fang Shuwen's pupils contracted.
He took a deep breath, and quickly reached into his pocket with his left hand, pulling out the familiar paper package.
Lime powder.
He's always kept one on him ever since he used it.
I didn't expect it to come in handy so quickly.
With a sudden flick of the wrist, the paper package burst open between the two men.
The white ash, like a mist, permeated the air, forming a blinding white smoke screen under the moonlight.
"A despicable tactic!"
The man snorted coldly, his eyes narrowing instinctively.
Even so, his hand movements remained unchanged as he struck at Fang Shuwen.
Seeing this, Fang Shuwen took a deep breath.
Instead of turning and running away, he lunged forward, his right fist lashing out from his waist.
Tengshe Fist.
Snake-like fangs thrust!
The fist strikes through the air, following the most unpredictable arc to block the opponent's attack.
He used all his strength in that punch.
Although the man's eyes were uncomfortable, he was, after all, a martial artist with a strong sense of danger, far surpassing that of ordinary people.
He unexpectedly changed his move halfway through, managing to catch Fang Shuwen's fist with his forearm.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud exploded in the ruins.
Fang Shuwen felt as if his fist had hit an iron plate, and the recoil shot up his arm, making his entire right arm numb.
He took three steps back, each step leaving a shallow pit in the gravel.
The man also took a step back.
A purplish-blue fist mark remained on his forearm, and his bones ached slightly.
"Three cracking sounds? Almost there?"
"That's incredible strength!"
The man shook his arm, his tone carrying a hint of surprise, but even more so, contempt.
"An ordinary, down-on-his-luck kid, who only attended a martial arts school for half a month, has managed to train his skills to this level!"
"It seems Section Chief Lin's intuition was right; you are the person he's looking for!"
The voice has not fallen,
He pushed off with his feet, and his whole body shot out like a cannonball.
This time, he didn't hold back.
Fang Shuwen's pupils suddenly contracted.
He knew that with his current strength, his chances of winning a direct confrontation with a Ming Jin martial artist were less than 30%.
"The difference between three cracking sounds in the bones and the Ming Jin (a type of internal strength) is beyond your imagination."
"If you don't want to die, you'd better kneel down and beg for mercy!"
Hearing the threatening voice, Fang Shuwen did not respond, his gaze fixed on the light screen.
Skill Points: 37
The plus sign after "Tengshe Fist" is now lit up.
Should we upgrade the "Soaring Serpent Fist" technique?
Fang Shuwen took a deep breath, and with all his might, roared in his heart:
"Promote him! Promote him!"
The moment the thought crossed my mind.
Before Fang Shuwen's eyes, the world seemed to change color, and the phantom of the giant snake coiled in the void reappeared.
But this time, it no longer looked down, no longer pounced.
Rather, it's about integration.
The snake's body transformed into a dark green light, which poured into Fang Shuwen's forehead, traveled down his spine, and exploded at each vertebra.
Cracking sound.
Not one or two sounds, not three sounds.
Instead, it was a series of dense explosions, like firecrackers on New Year's Eve, or bursts of gunfire on a battlefield.
From the coccyx to the cervical spine.
Every bone was cracking, and every joint was reassembling.
Fang Shuwen's body began to tremble violently, not because of pain, but because of the transformation that came from the inside out.
Muscle fibers break and regenerate, while tendons and ligaments widen and strengthen.
Dark blue lines appeared on the skin's surface, a sign that the blood and qi were surging to their peak.
at the same time,
Countless images flashed through his mind.
This is not a rehearsal, nor is it a demonstration of techniques.
The essence of Tengshe Fist is never the moves, but the power exertion.
The Tengshe Fist he practiced before only had form, not spirit.
And at this moment,
With the help of skill points, that thin layer of paper was suddenly pierced.
He finally understood what "three sounds in one" meant.
It didn't sound at the same time, but in one sound.
Feet, waist, shoulders.
The three bone cracks no longer separated, but merged into one sound.
It explodes from the soles of the feet, travels up the spine, and reaches the fist.
The force is no longer scattered, but integrated.
Fang Shuwen suddenly opened his eyes.
A fleeting, snake-like vertical line flashed in those eyes.
Even his arm, which had been almost numb from the beating, was now full of power.
He clenched his fist.
Click.
A crisp sound.
It wasn't the sound of joints cracking, but rather the explosive sound of air being compressed when force is concentrated to its extreme.
then,
Fang Shuwen looked up at the Ming Jin martial artist who was attacking him.
under the moonlight,
The boy's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
The man suddenly stopped in his tracks.
His pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran down his spine for no apparent reason.
But at this moment, he had no time to think.
When you're in mid-air, you can't change your moves at all.
He immediately hardened his heart and threw a punch.
Before the punch even landed, the force of the blow made Fang Shuwen's cheek sting.
It's now!
Fang Shuwen sprang up abruptly, a muffled boom echoing through his spine.
His right fist burst out from his waist, traveling in the straightest possible line, combining the power of his entire body with the potential energy of his twisting spine.
With a single punch, the air itself seemed to shatter.
The piercing sound almost punctured eardrums.
The gray-clad man's pupils constricted sharply; the power of the boy's punch far exceeded his expectations.
The two fists collided in mid-air.
"Bang!"
The shockwave exploded, and the gray-clad man's arm went numb. He staggered back half a step, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Fang Shuwen, however, gave him no chance to catch his breath.
The next punch arrived, the snake-like fangs suddenly thrusting in an arc, cutting in from the left side with a tricky aim, straight for the temple.
The man in gray hastily parried, and his forearm cracked with a crisp, piercing sound.
Then, punch after punch...
Fang Shuwen's fists rained down like a storm, striking while the opponent was weakened and giving him no chance to react.
The man in gray retreated repeatedly, each step leaving a footprint about an inch deep on the bluestone slab, but Fang Shuwen's fist remained pressed against his vital points.
The eighth punch,
Fang Shuwen broke through the gray-clad man's defenses and struck him squarely in the chest.
With a dull thud as the ribs broke,
The gray-clad man's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into half a low wall and disappearing into the dust.