yasinovel Chapter 83 Xiao Fang, You're Very Strong
Chapter 83 Xiao Fang, You're Very Strong
Fang Shuwen took three steps back, creating distance between himself and Wang Yue.
He took a couple of breaths, his forehead covered in sweat.
Those few moves looked easy, but they actually involved mobilizing all the muscles and blood in my body, giving it my all.
Every step is like walking on a knife's edge.
Wang Yue's powerful palm strikes grazed his body several times, tearing his clothes in several places. The most dangerous time was when the palm strike grazed his neck, making his hair stand on end.
"You little brat, are you some kind of mudfish?"
Wang Yue stood there, his chest heaving violently, the scar on his face turning purplish-red from the blood rushing to his face.
The bandage on his back was completely soaked with blood, and dark red blood flowed down his waist, wetting his waistband.
Wang Yue's injuries worsened due to the intense fighting.
I'm almost at my breaking point.
Fang Shuwen did not respond.
That was his original plan: to wear Wang Yue down here.
Now it seems the time is ripe!
"Again."
Fang Shuwen moved his feet, this time not dodging to the sides, but rushing forward.
They finally launched an attack.
With a serpentine step combined with the force of a mountain-crushing strike, he moved in front of Wang Yue in a flash, his right fist bursting out from his waist, aiming straight for Wang Yue's chest.
Wang Yue gritted his teeth and slapped down with his palm.
The palm strike was still fierce, but slower than before.
This is what Fang Shuwen and others were referring to.
His fist suddenly changed direction in mid-air, his body twisted like a snake, slipped under Wang Yue's palm, and slammed solidly into Wang Yue's right rib.
"Bang!"
The sound of bones cracking was muffled, like the beating of a drum.
Wang Yue groaned and staggered two steps to the left, a piece of his right rib collapsing.
He glanced down at Fang Shuwen, then looked up at him again, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.
"you......"
"What do you mean, 'you'?"
Fang Shuwen gave him no chance to catch his breath and followed up with a second punch.
This time, Wang Yue was even a beat too slow to block. The fist slammed into his left shoulder, and with a crack, his left arm went limp and fell down.
Wang Yue panicked completely.
The fierce glint in his eyes vanished, replaced by fear and lingering dread.
He never expected that a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy could have such powerful punches.
He was almost comparable to a martial artist in the late Ming Jin stage.
Even some weaker early-stage Dark Force practitioners probably aren't much stronger in terms of pure power.
The mastery of Ming Jin, An Jin, and even Hua Jin is inherently like this.
The difference in skill level is mostly reflected in the application of power and the attributes of that power.
There is no fundamental difference in strength.
Wang Yue felt a surge of fear, thinking that if the fight continued, he would die here today.
Thinking of this, he no longer dared to fight desperately and couldn't stop retreating, wanting to escape.
But Fang Shuwen's serpentine steps were faster than his, and he blocked his retreat in a flash.
"You can't escape."
Fang Shuwen's voice was calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.
"Wait a minute! If you let me go, you'll get your share of the benefits!"
Wang Yue begged for mercy, attempting to buy his life with benefits.
But Fang Shuwen seemed not to hear him, and instead seized the opportunity to launch an even more rapid attack.
This person possesses hidden strength; if we let him go today, he will surely become a major threat in the future!
The next punch landed on Wang Yue's chest.
The sound of ribs breaking echoed as Wang Yue flew backward, crashing into the wall and cracking several blue bricks.
He slid down the wall and collapsed to the ground, dark red blood foam gushing from his mouth.
"you......"
Wang Yue's voice was muffled and unclear, as if his throat was filled with shards of glass.
Fang Shuwen walked up to him and looked down at him.
"What do you mean 'you'? Go in peace."
Wang Yue's lips twitched, it was hard to tell whether he wanted to laugh or say something.
But before he could finish speaking, Fang Shuwen's fist had already landed.
One punch.
Wang Yue's head snapped back, the back of his head hitting the wall with a dull thud.
His eyes were still open, but his pupils were dilated.
Fang Shuwen withdrew his fist and shook the blood off his hands.
He squatted down and began searching Wang Yue's body.
He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a few crumpled banknotes from his shirt pocket.
He pulled a bunch of keys and a pocket watch from his pocket.
He stuffed the items into his pocket and continued rummaging through them.
Wang Yue felt something hard around his waist.
Upon pulling it out, I found it was a thin booklet with a kraft paper cover and three words written on it: "Copper Extreme Boxing".
Fang Shuwen raised an eyebrow.
"Copper Extreme Kung Fu"?
He had previously obtained a fragment of the "Copper Extreme Skill" from Wang Jiu. It was also a body-strengthening technique that required medicinal baths and secret rituals to practice.
This book, "Tongji Gong," has the same title; I wonder if it's the same thing.
He opened the booklet and quickly browsed through it.
It really is the exact same thing.
but,
The martial art that Wang Yue possesses is clearly the complete version.
It includes boxing techniques, training methods, breathing techniques, and most importantly, prescriptions and instructions for secret rituals.
The medicinal materials include light gold, red copper, and ashoka...
It's similar to what was written on the previous fragment.
But it is even more detailed, with the dosage, preparation method, and duration of incense burning all clearly stated.
Fang Shuwen stuffed the booklet into his pocket and then flipped through Wang Yue's clothes.
That's all.
He stood up, his gaze lingering on Wang Yue's corpse for a moment.
The leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, a Grand Martial Master at the early stage of Dark Force, died just like that.
He died in a secluded alley, at the hands of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.
at this time,
Footsteps could be heard coming from the alley entrance.
Unhurriedly, his leather shoes trod on the bluestone slabs with a steady rhythm.
Fang Shuwen turned around, his hand already touching the gun at his waist.
But when he saw the person's face clearly, he lowered his hand.
Zheng Yuanpei.
The old man, dressed in a blue long gown, stood at the alley entrance, leaning on his jade-inlaid cane. The moonlight stretched his thin figure long.
He glanced at Fang Shuwen, then at Wang Yue's corpse beside him.
"Bright force counters hidden force, and victory is achieved in battle; indeed, the young are truly formidable!"
Fang Shuwen nodded: "You flatter me, Lord Zheng. I just took advantage of the other party's serious injury."
He genuinely felt he had gotten a bargain.
If Wang Yue hadn't been injured, with a bullet wound in his back that severely hampered his mobility, his actions would have been greatly hampered.
If it were a fair fight, he probably wouldn't be able to win.
The penetrating force of hidden strength is impossible to defend against.
Zheng Yuanpei did not respond.
He walked up to Wang Yue's body, squatted down, and examined the wounds.
His right rib was collapsed, his left shoulder was shattered, and several of his ribs were broken.
The old man raised his head and glanced at Fang Shuwen.
In any case, it was a case of the weak defeating the strong.
After all, although Wang Yue was seriously injured, he still dared to try and kidnap his granddaughter.
His injuries must have healed somewhat.
If a person with ordinary, well-developed internal strength is struck by internal strength, they will likely be seriously injured or die on the spot.
It is very rare to win like Fang Shuwen.
"Alright, Xiao Fang, don't belittle yourself. You saved Shulan again today, and I, an old man, really don't know how to thank you enough."
Zheng Yuanpei straightened up, tapped his cane lightly on the ground, and spoke with a touch of emotion.
"You flatter me, Lord Zheng. We just happened to run into them, and we couldn't just stand by and watch them die."