From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 48 Pre-battle preparations, Taizhou boxing master (6100)

After stepping back a few feet, Liu Yong calmed down and discovered more things were wrong - this disabled person was clearly in a wheelchair, so how did he come here so silently?
No matter how advanced the boxing skills in this world are, they are not as useful as "internal force". The secret of body movement and lightness skills can be summed up in four words - "great force can make bricks fly."

The stronger and faster the master, the greater the momentum he will make when he uses his body skills. This is a law in the martial arts world.

A top master like Da Lei Tian, ​​when performing the "Spreading Wings of a Great Peng" movement, with one exertion of strength and one step, can almost turn the entire earth over.

Even for a warrior with superb boxing skills, it is basically impossible to be as good as Xu Xing, "leaving no trace in the snow" and "like a ghost".

What's more, he was using a wheelchair!
Hu Mazi was recalling the feeling when he just made the limb connection. He felt that his fist was like hitting a surging river, and the force was washed away by the turbulent current before it could penetrate.

Hu Mazi looked at the wooden wheelchair again. Even with his great boxer-level eyesight, he could not see any cracks on the wheelchair.

There was just a large dent under the wheel, but it didn't stir up even a bit of stone powder or dust, as if it was not hard stone, but a piece of extremely soft tofu, which left a dent when touched.

He took the combined attack from both of us head-on, and not only was he safe and sound, but even the wheelchair he was sitting on was fine?

Is there such a skill in the world that can release and transform energy?
Not only these two great boxers, but also many boxers surrounding them have outstanding eyesight.

But even they, no one could tell when and how Xu Xing appeared.

For a moment, the originally noisy training ground suddenly became silent. Although it was a scorching summer day, everyone felt a chill coming out from the coccyx, rushing up to the top of the head, penetrating the lungs, and feeling cold and chilly.

At this moment, everyone had the same thought.

——Is this thing a human or a ghost? !
Although Liu Yong stood straight, his voice was trembling a little.

“Your Excellency, who exactly are you…?”

On the other side, although Hu Mazi was also quite frightened, he still plucked up his courage and shouted in a timid tone:

"Are you determined to set up this feud?!"

Xu Xing slowly straightened up and stretched out a hand.

"Since we agreed to settle the matter, I won't use my status to pressure you. Let's follow the rules of martial arts.

There are two more moves. I advise you to use all your strength to kill, so that you won’t be upset when you think about it later.”

Hu Mazi and Liu Yong looked at each other, and at the same time clasped their fists towards Xu Xing, slightly bending their bodies, and bowed their heads as if they were treating an elder, and said in a deep voice:
"Please advise me."

They had already realized from the fight just now that this crippled man's boxing skills had reached a level that was magical and otherworldly.

For any boxer who aspires to reach the pinnacle of martial arts, being able to learn from such a powerful master is a rare opportunity, so the two naturally did not want to miss it.

Xu Xing raised his chin slightly towards them, indicating that they could take action.

Hu Mazi looked at Liu Yong. His skin and flesh were bulging, his tendons were stretched taut and tense, he exhaled slowly, his abdomen bulged, and he took a step forward.

With every step Hu Mazi took, his abdomen swelled with a dull thunderous sound. He dug his toes, lifted and released his feet, sat down with his waist and hips, and his strength was like a huge rock rolling down a cliff and falling to the ground with a loud bang.

He didn't seem to be trying hard, but the ground under his feet cracked and formed fine lines, and his body sank slightly, as if he was walking in a quagmire.

For nine steps in a row, Hu Mazi's power was extremely even. Before the previous force subsided, the back force was generated again, just like the tide of a river, sweeping over.

This is exactly the "Pao Chui Power" in Shaolin Kung Fu. In fact, the boxing in Fujian and Zhejiang areas basically has the shadow of Southern Shaolin. Hu Mazi's "Big Red Fist" also incorporates the essence of "Shaolin Pao Chui".

As he took the last step, his entire heel sank into the ground. The violent burst of force boosted the power of his punch, making the force of Hu Mazi's punch so fierce and domineering that it was difficult to predict.

In fact, if Hu Mazi were to fight against a big boxer, he would never be able to deliver such a powerful punch.

When masters fight each other, life and death are on the line. Using this kind of boxing style that requires concentration and calmness is basically seeking death.

The other party is not a puppet. In a hurry, Hu Mazi cannot control his qi and blood to this extent.

Only in this kind of situation would Hu Mazi use this kind of cannon punch. After all, Xu Xing was a senior in the martial arts industry, so he should be more tolerant of the "younger generations".

In fact, according to the conventions of the martial arts industry, when facing a senior who came to talk, Hu Mazi should have been a little restrained and should not have used this kind of boxing style that he could not even master.

But in front of Xu Xing, Hu Mazi couldn't help but use his best punching power as soon as he made a move.

He was like an unsettled child who longed for recognition. He just wanted to show everything he had learned in his life in front of Xu Xing, his "elder", and win some praise.

As Hu Mazi took the last step, his heels sank into the ground, rocks exploded, and strong winds blew like sharp arrows, forming a long white wave that shot out.

The clothes of the boxers around him were rustling and fluttering backwards, and almost all of them had expressions of shock on their faces.

The power of a punch is so fierce? !
Even if he was a true master, it would be impossible for him to take such a punch while sitting in a wheelchair, right?

Faced with the extremely powerful and fierce boxing, Xu Xing didn't even raise his eyelids.

He raised his right hand with his five fingers spread out, but without causing any strong wind, the surroundings seemed to have suddenly turned into the bottom of a river, and the air became a turbulent, heavy undercurrent, which hindered his movements and made them extremely slow.

When this hand was stretched out, it was like a lotus emerging from water or a lotus leaf blooming, and it held Hu Mazi's fist exactly.

The moment their fists collided, Xu Xing's elbow made a bang, and circles of transparent ripples spread out.

His sleeves were undulating and overlapping like waves, and the "waves" were transmitted from the sleeves to the entire coat, causing even his skin to tremble, and ripples appeared on his skin, spreading throughout his body.

The wheelchair also shook, making a creaking sound as it could not bear the weight.

A streak of blood rose on Xu Xing's pale face. He shook his right shoulder, twitched his elbow, and turned his wrist. Hu Mazi's short body left the ground with both feet, and he was lifted up and thrown out.

——However, Hu Mazi's punch was just to use his body as a raft to protect Liu Yong.

Although the two of them had a blood feud, they were both great boxers and were very familiar with each other's boxing skills, so when they worked together, it was natural that their skills were seamless.

As soon as Hu Mazi's body was thrown into the air, Liu Yong stepped on the stance and appeared beside Xu Xing.

He let out a deep shout, clenched the five fingers of his right hand, his fingertips trembled slightly, the fine hair on his hand exploded, and the strength was as strong as a needle, grabbing the major acupoint on Xu Xing's shoulder.

This is the most dangerous and deadly Yin Hand Kung Fu in Zimen Fist. The movements seem gentle, but they can grab and press acupoints and hurt people without being seen. Hu Mazi's master died from this move.

"Senior, be careful!"

But what Liu Yong didn't expect was that this seemingly young grandmaster and expert would not even try to block him and let him hold several major acupoints on his shoulders and back.

Before Liu Yong could feel happy, he felt a fierce and sharp force coming out from Xu Xing's shoulders, like a lead bullet shot from the barrel of a musket, which suddenly broke open the five fingers of his right hand.

As early as when Xu Xing first achieved the "Ultimate State of Skin Refining", he was already able to make the strong power flow throughout his body, sweating out from his 48,000 pores to hurt the enemy.

Now that he has mastered the "Empty Immortal Bag", this ability is naturally even more powerful.

Not to mention, Xu Xing practiced the Yue family's free-hand Eagle Claw technique, which also had delicate and exquisite acupoint identification and acupoint pressing skills. If Liu Yong wanted to show off his acupoint pressing techniques in front of him, he would be showing off his skills in front of an expert and would only make a fool of himself.

Just as Liu Yong's right hand was broken, another arm as soft and boneless as a python stretched out from below, grabbed his wrist, and threw him out like throwing sesame seeds.

Liu Yong felt like he was flying in the clouds. Everything went dark before his eyes and he landed next to Hu Mazi. He staggered and retreated three or four steps before he could barely stand still.

The two men looked at each other again, and saw the fear on each other's faces. The two great boxers joined forces, but were played around by the other side like a baby.

What kind of terrifying boxing technique is this?!
The most terrifying thing is that neither of them was injured at all!

Xu Xing retracted his right hand, patted his chest gently, and the blood color on his face gradually faded.

He turned the wheelchair with both hands and faced the two people again. He didn't care about his injuries at all. His eyes lit up and he exclaimed:
"The cannon punch is powerful, and the Yin hand acupuncture is fierce. The two masters have practiced the boxing techniques very well. There is only one move left. Come on."

Xu Xing smiled, spread out his hands, and signaled the two men that they could take action.

Liu Yong's face turned pale and he was stunned for a long time before he shook his head and sighed:
"With your boxing skills, even if we use another hundred moves, I'm afraid we won't be able to hurt you. Exalted, you are..."

Xu Xing did not respond, but just smiled slightly and spread his hands and said:

"I told you I won't use my status to pressure you. Do you have a grudge?"

Both of them looked embarrassed and remained silent. Xu Xing raised his eyebrows and pointed directly to the spot and said:

"Since we are all warriors, let's be frank. Whether it's hatred or resentment, let's settle it after we defeat Zhu Laolong. Okay?

If I am still alive at that time, I will personally bear witness to your situation. I will take my own life and death responsibility and not involve others. How do you think that is?"

Liu Yong took the lead in clasping his fists, bowed to Xu Xing, and said respectfully:

"It is a blessing for me, Liu Yong, to have you as a witness to this life-and-death battle. I agree to this."

Hu Mazi also bowed, and although he was indignant, he suppressed his anger and said in a muffled voice:
"For your sake, I will keep this life of having my head chopped off for a few more days."

Xu Xing also clasped his fists towards the two of them and said with a smile:
"It's not that Xu has face, it's that the two masters are willing to give face. Thank you, thank you." Although Xu Xing behaved in a gentle and polite manner, and his every word and action was in accordance with the rules of the martial arts industry, after hearing the word "Xu", Liu, Hu, and the other boxers in the field all changed their expressions and revealed an expression of uncontrollable fear.

——In the world, there is only one master whose surname is Xu and who is so young.

That is the Demon King Hun Tian Peng, who slaughtered all the Southern Shaolin alone and had extremely fierce power and demonic power!

Liu Yong swallowed his saliva, his throat rolling, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I didn't expect... that the Great Sage is actually such a person. It's really better to meet him in person than to hear about him. Haha, haha."

In the end, Liu Yong didn't know what to say and could only laugh dryly to avoid making the atmosphere too awkward.

Hu Mazi stood still stiffly, recalling Xu Xing's gentle attitude just now. His brain was working rapidly and cold sweat was pouring down his face.

——I just spoke so rudely. Did I displease the Great Sage?

No one could have imagined that the legendary great sage among demons who, after defeating a powerful enemy, would tear the corpse apart alive, drink the blood and eat the flesh to his heart's content would actually be such a handsome young man.

——Isn’t it said that the Great Sage is a giant man who is nine feet tall, with a green face and fangs, and looks like a monster in disguise?
In fact, the reason why the rumor was so outrageous was mainly because the battle between Xu Xing and Southern Shaolin alone was so visually impactful that it was really too horrifying.

The scene of blood flowing, heads rolling, livers, intestines and internal organs scattered all over the ground often occurs when two armies are fighting.

But Xu Xing created such a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood with his own strength. How could one not be terrified?

Even Lu Zhu, a close friend who had known him for several years and knew his temper well, found it a little unbearable, let alone others.

Seeing that everyone remained silent for a long time, Xu Xing didn't care.

In fact, he didn't know how bad his reputation in the Southeast martial arts world had become. He just thought that these boxers cared about his identity as a traitor, so he stood up, raised his head and said loudly:

"Everyone, I was entrusted by Governor Hu to come here to select some heroes. Five days later, follow me to Aobei Island and kill Zhu Tiandu."

After hearing these words, the boxers ignored Xu Xing's identity, clenched their fists, and bloodshot eyes appeared. Even Hu Mazi and Liu Yong felt a sense of common hatred for the enemy.

Most of these Southeast boxers lost their loved ones in the maritime disaster led by Zhu Tiandu that affected dozens of counties in three provinces and killed nearly one million people and animals.

It was precisely because of this deep blood feud with Zhu Tian that they resolutely rushed to Taizhou to help in the battle even though they knew that the thirty-six ships were too powerful and the southeastern government would find it difficult to resist.

When they heard Xu Xing say that he wanted to kill Zhu Tiandu by force, they were naturally excited.

Xu Xing raised his eyes and scanned the people present. Although he had a smile on his face, his voice was a little heavy.

“I believe that friends who dare to come to Taizhou to help at this time must be brave and resolute people who dare to fight and die. However, if you want to kill Zhu Laolong, ambition alone is far from enough.

Therefore, Xu will be here to teach you martial arts. There are still five days from today to the day of the alliance, so you must seize the time. "

Xu Xing said the word "instructions" lightly, but all the boxers were shocked.

What does it mean to have a grandmaster teach you boxing?
Even many disciples of famous and upright sects with an orderly inheritance do not receive such treatment. After all, in today's world, one cannot find more than twenty grand masters even if one searches through the "Wu Zhi Lu".

Among these dozen or so people who are at the pinnacle of martial arts, each of them is a respected leader with a high status. How could they easily instruct ordinary boxers?

What's more, how can this Great Sage Hun Tian be compared to an ordinary master?

In the minds of all the boxers in the Southeast martial arts world, Xu Xing is at least a top figure among the world's masters, with his outstanding achievements of defeating Zhu Polong, slaughtering all the Southern Shaolin alone, and killing the Wheel King.

In terms of prestige and momentum, apart from unfathomable figures like Lu Fang and Jiajing who have not taken action for a long time, there is only Zhu Tiandu, who once fought against three great masters alone and killed Lu Bing after coming out of seclusion, who can surpass Xu Xing.

Many people believe that Zhu Laolong had actually recovered from his injuries long ago, and the reason he did not take any action was to first eliminate the Great Sage Hun Tian who was stationed in Southern Shaolin, recruiting people with great fanfare, eyeing the southeast, and wanting to stalk the mantis while the oriole was at hand.

Who could have thought that this traitor who killed two third-rank officials would actually cooperate with the government?

After tasting the smell, many boxers looked at Xu Xing strangely, especially when they found out that the person pushing Xu Xing's wheelchair was Xu Wei, the strangeness became more obvious.

Hu Butang and Lord Xu are indeed extraordinary people.

It won’t be the Hangzhou incident, either…

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When Xu Xing was recruiting boxers in Taizhou City, Zhu Polong finally received news from Southern Shaolin.

At this time, he was in the cabin of a large ship bound for Aobei Island. He saw a small boat breaking through the waves and coming quickly from Xiangshan. Knowing that something was wrong, he immediately sent someone to help.

After receiving the urgent message from the messenger, Zhu Polong clenched his right fist and crushed the letter into pieces.

For him, a usually calm strategist, this kind of difficulty in controlling his emotions is extremely rare.

"The people from Southern Shaolin Temple are gone, leaving behind only the bodies of those we sent out? Ueizumi Nobunaga and Tsukahara Bokuden are both dead?!"

Although no one had reported the situation for three days, Zhu Polong had already had some bad suspicions in his mind, but when he heard that such a luxurious lineup was actually annihilated, he couldn't help but feel dizzy before his eyes.

There was a Grandmaster of Supreme Sincerity, a Grandmaster of Supreme Emptiness, and a nearly indestructible Supreme Being, plus thirty or forty death warriors armed with special firearms, and fifty elite ninjas from the Japanese Empire.

With so many experts, it would be more than enough for them to rush into the palace and kill the tyrant emperor. But they actually failed in Southern Shaolin? !
Zhu Polong has always been a person who never regrets the past. For an ambitious man like him who is eager to achieve success and prove his talents, looking back on the past is a waste of energy and a drain on life.

However, today, he began to recall the past for the first time, and he felt deep regret and unwillingness that burned his whole body like a flame.

——If I could have killed this man with that punch when we first met that day, how could all this have happened?

The potential of the other party is really terrifying!

Xu Xing's growth rate completely exceeded Zhu Polong's imagination. Logically speaking, after becoming a master, it would be extremely difficult to make even the slightest progress.

Zhu Polong understood this well. He didn't know how much energy he had spent, how many times he had been seriously injured, and how many precious tonics he had consumed before he had trained himself to have this body of "twisted tendons and strong ribs" and truly become one of the top strong men.

But that person, after becoming a grandmaster, was like a bird flying into the sky and a fish entering the sea. He broke through several major barriers one after another, and his body training and boxing practice went hand in hand. He simply ignored the theorems of martial arts!
A few years ago, Zhu Polong was confident that he could kill Xu Xing with one hand. A few months ago, after the battle in Taizhou, Zhu Polong thought to himself that if the two were really in full condition and fought with all their might, the outcome would still be unpredictable.

But in less than three months, this person had left him far behind!
Zhu Polong's unwillingness was mixed with fear.

This is entirely a fear that comes from the existence of something strange, difficult to guess and believe.

In front of Xu Xing, a monster who could not be restrained by common sense, Zhu Polon no longer had confidence in even his adoptive father whom he revered as a god.

Even if he believed in Zhu Tiandu, Zhu Polong was, after all, a master with independent judgment and absolute honesty. He could not ignore the facts that had already happened.

The fact is - even if Zhu Tiandu himself took action, he could only escape from this strongest assassination lineup in history after paying a huge price.

At this time, Zhu Tiandu, dressed as a Confucian scholar, also came out of the cabin. Facing the surging sea, he slapped the edge of the boat and said with emotion:
"This disciple of Yue Lao Er is really interesting. Even Da Lei Tian can't defeat him. He is really my rival!"

There was no resentment in Zhu Tiandu's tone, only the excitement of having met a worthy opponent and a talented general, without any other emotions mixed in.

After seeing Zhu Tiandu coming out, Zhu Polong quickly got rid of all the negative emotions and regained his calm and rationality.

He turned to his adoptive father and said in a deep voice:
“It would be a fantasy to say that he accomplished this feat alone. I suspect that Qi Hu did not return to Taizhou City, but was brought back to Southern Shaolin by him for treatment.

If there are two grandmasters, and he gathers those boxers, there is still a possibility of doing this.

If we think about it this way, it is very likely that he had already reached a tacit understanding with Taizhou, and even the Taizhou incident was a means for Hu Zongxian, Xu Wei and others to eliminate dissidents. "

After hearing this, Zhu Tiandu waved his hand and said indifferently:
“Even with Qi Hu’s help, being able to do these things at least proves that he has the strength to compete with me.

Regardless of whether this guy has a tacit understanding with Taizhou or not, if he wants to stop me, he will definitely stand in front of me. Let's wait for the alliance in five days."

Zhu Polong hummed and analyzed:

"Qi Hu has only reached the realm of utmost sincerity. Even though his boxing skills have greatly improved after experiencing life and death, it is impossible for him to recover to perfection in two months, let alone directly 'punch into the utmost emptiness'. For the time being, let's just say that he and Izumi Nobunaga are exchanging moves.

In this case, even without counting the numerous assassins and killers, the Great Sage Hun Tian would still have to face Tsukahara Bokuden and Da Lei Tian. Even though he had become an 'indestructible' body, it was impossible for him not to be injured.

If he really dares to show up on the day of the alliance, perhaps it will be our chance to eliminate this great threat.

However, both Kamiizumi Nobunaga and Tsukahara Bokuden died in battle, and their disciples who stayed in Wanu Country may cause some trouble on the day of the alliance."

Zhu Tiandu said indifferently:

“Although these two came here to seek the truth, they died for our sake after all, so we should give them some compensation.

If there are really people who won’t give in, just kill them. When the alliance comes, we’re worried that no one will be there to sacrifice.”

After saying this, Zhu Tiandu turned around again and looked at the gradually shrinking continent. He counted on his fingers and said carefully:
"Lü Fang, Qi Hu, and Yue Lao Er's apprentice, these five days have been really hard to endure..."

(End of this chapter)