Under the fist

Chapter 19 Though the world has changed, the martial world remains.

"Da da da!!!"

In an instant, bullets poured out of the gun barrel.

The spent cartridge case fell to the ground, flashing brightly.

Lian Youming's eyes turned bloodshot as he saw the person clearly, recognizing the somewhat familiar face.

This mysterious master was indeed the traitor of the Xingyi School.

At the same time, the young man also saw Lian Youming's face clearly, but the man seemed to have no recollection of him at all. It was as if once the thought of killing arose, he could not tolerate anything else in his heart. He was determined to see the other man die.

In the blink of an eye, the man's eyes flashed with malice, his killing intent intensified, and his hands changed moves in rapid succession, flipping and grabbing. For a moment, Lian Youming felt that there were many claw shadows in front of him, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

What's even more chilling is that, with the claw shadows blurring in front of him, the young man, using his leaping and bounding momentum, shifted his body left and right, jumping up and down, using the wall as leverage, and dodging the oncoming bullets like a ghost.

fast.

too fast.

Lian Youming's eyes widened, his index finger pressed hard on the trigger. He was clearly aiming at the other's chest, but all the bullets he fired strangely missed, hitting the wall and sparking a series of sparks behind the other.

It's as if this person can foresee the future and predict where the bullets will land.

Lian Youming's forehead was covered in sweat. It wasn't until the man got closer and closer, and his face was fully revealed in the firelight, that he realized with horror that the young man had been staring at his right hand that was holding the gun.

No.

More accurately, we should be looking at his right wrist.

Lian Youming's mind raced, and he immediately understood. Every time he turned the gun, his wrist would move first. Could this person be predicting the trajectory of the bullet through those subtle changes?

From the moment he had the idea to the moment he turned his gun around, it was almost an instant, yet the other party was still able to react in advance by observing.

Lian Youming suppressed the shock in his heart and, as if to verify, slightly turned his wrist to the right. This movement was very subtle, almost imperceptible to ordinary people, but even such a subtle and inconspicuous movement allowed the other party to react the instant he thought of it, dodging the bullet fired from the muzzle of the gun to the side.

Just a few steps away, from a distance, it looked like a submachine gun bullet was chasing the young man.

But it was just a few inches off.

Lian Youming also noticed that the closer the two got, the more at ease the other seemed to be. When they were still far apart, he was grazed by bullets several times, narrowly escaping death.

coming.

Everything happened extremely fast.

Lian Youming's mind raced like lightning, thoughts arising and falling in the blink of an eye. Before him, a right hand, seemingly forged from fine steel, emerged from the barrage of gunfire, carrying boundless killing intent, and aimed at the top of his head.

damn it.

After a brief moment of shock, Lian Youming felt a surge of anger and rage.

Is this an attempt to pull me out like a roadside weed?
"Crack!"

At that moment, the fiery serpent abruptly stopped.

We've run out of bullets.

Lian Youming clenched his teeth, his hands bulging with muscle from tension. Looking at the ferocious face of his opponent, which flickered in and out of the firelight, he gripped the Type 56 pistol tightly and, without hesitation, thrust it towards the large hand, bracing the bayonet against it.

With his bayonet thrust forward, Lian Youming used the strength of his legs to stabilize himself while raising the butt of his rifle, ready to smash it down.

Unexpectedly, halfway through his attack, he suddenly felt his vision vanish. The figure in front of him seemed to have teleported away, twisting its waist and flashing to the side. The large hand quietly clenched, turning from claw into fist, and smashed down from the air.

Lian Youming's heart skipped a beat. He quickly turned his upper body and managed to pull the gun back to block his chest.

Immediately I heard...

"boom!"

Figures darted about, firelight flickered, and a loud bang reached Lian Youming's ears.

He immediately felt his body lighten, and he flew backward, his fifth and sixth moves bending inward at the waist, scattering into a pile of fragments.

The young man smiled sinisterly, and his right fist, which he had thrown out, quickly transformed into an eagle claw. He pressed his attack, running wildly, as if he intended to kill Lian Youming on the spot.

But amidst the surging murderous intent, a slender, jade-like hand suddenly appeared and blocked the attack, lifting one arm to bring the youth's killing move right in front of her.

Gong Wuer's expression remained as calm as before, but a trace of undried blood stained the corner of his pale lips.

Looking at Lian Youming again, he tumbled and rolled five or six steps away, covered in dust, and lay on the ground without uttering a sound.

After a long while, Lian Youming swallowed a mouthful of blood with great difficulty and took a few breaths. He first glanced at the two people who had already fought, and then looked at Qin Yuhu who was lying not far away.

Feeling the other person's barely audible breath, his tense nerves instantly relaxed.

Just be alive.

Only by the firelight could one see that Qin Yuhu's injuries were far more severe than imagined; half of his right arm below the elbow was gone, exposing the white bone fragments.

Only then did an indescribable, immense pain belatedly sweep over Lian Youming's entire body, turning his face bright red and causing his body to convulse uncontrollably.

Beneath the flickering flames, two figures were already engaged in a breathtaking battle.

Gong Wuer's hands were joined together with his fingers, resembling a cow's tongue. His feet rose and fell seemingly slowly, but he would slide forward again after only an inch off the ground. His movements were light and silent, as if he were a dragon moving between light and darkness.

Lian Youming watched as his gaze swept across the two palms of this descendant of the Gong family. The man's palms were closed, appearing calm and collected, but as he pushed and circulated his palms, visible ripples appeared beneath his high-necked sweater. Wherever the ripples passed, his muscles tightened, revealing an incredibly strange and powerful muscular movement—an internal martial arts technique.

The demonic youth was insane and wicked, his fists clenched, the knuckles hollow, his breath coming out in a heavy, ox-like roar. Faced with those silent, fleshy hands, he chose the most direct and straightforward way to deal with them.

Offense is the best form of defense.

The young man's arms moved forward and backward in a straight line. Whether it was the sharp wind from his punches or the trembling of his clothes, it produced a series of rapid whistles like arrows leaving a bow.

It's amazing.

Lian Youming opened his eyes slightly. In his vision, the man's body moved in and out like a bow being drawn and an arrow being released. His spine moved, his body was like a large bow, and his arms were clenched into fists like arrows. With one contraction and one release, the arrow was already drawn and the string was released.

The fists flew, unlike the street fights Lian Youming had seen. In the past, whenever a fight broke out, those people would swing their arms wide to meet the attack. But this person bent his arm and raised his elbow only to his armpit, already having gathered full power, and threw a punch with the force of an arrow piercing the heart.

Domineering and wild.

The force of the punches pierced the air, tearing the cloth; the shadows of the punches came and went like a sudden storm, so fast it was dazzling.

Such a move would be difficult for an ordinary person to exert force, yet this person was unstoppable and charged forward without hesitation.

The young man's punches were domineering, and his footwork was also somewhat strange. When he attacked, he only took half a step, but his pace was incredibly fast, just like his two wild fists.

Gong Wuer, on the other hand, moved left and right with his nimble and elusive footwork, using his palms to deflect the fierce and unparalleled fist force one after another. He did not parry head-on, but used his palms to flick, lift, press, or push, taking the two fists in front of him aside.

However, Lian Youming did not place any hope of victory on his opponent.

This person was clearly injured, and must have suffered a great loss in the previous battle. I wonder if her opponent was also injured.

As for Qin Yuhu, although they were armed, their role in this battle was probably negligible.

The answer is simple: Qin Yuhu had absolutely no idea about the methods of these supernatural beings. Moreover, being in such a dark and isolated environment, knowing nothing and seeing nothing, it's likely that some wouldn't even have a chance to react before being killed in an instant.

The first corpse at the entrance was most likely someone who was keeping watch outside. He only rushed in after hearing the commotion below, and ended up following in the footsteps of the others in a daze.

Of all these people, perhaps only Qin Yuhu reacted in time, and then paid the price of losing an arm and suffering severe injuries. The reason he survived was probably due to Gong Wu'er's intervention.

Lian Youming's gaze swept over the submachine gun beside Qin Yuhu.

Just as his mind was racing, trying to figure out how to get rid of this menace, the situation on the field had already changed.

"I'll let you block me!"

With a wild laugh, the sallow-faced youth changed his fist stance again. His tattered Zhongshan suit billowed up, and his originally fierce and domineering fist shadow stabilized in mid-air. He raised his right fist and his entire right arm instantly became as thick as a python, with the sleeve bulging out. He then slammed it down hard on Gong Wuer.

The force of his punches was like that of a cannon.

It was as powerful as thunder.

Lian Youming's eyelids twitched wildly, and a muffled, strange sound drifted into his ears, causing him to lose his breath.

"Ok?"

Gong Wuer actually caught it.

With a single, serpentine motion, the man's palm instantly grasped the young man's wrist, wrapping and coiling it around his formidable fist.

Palm against fist.

But as soon as the punch landed, the demonic youth raised his left hand again and threw another punch.

Domineering and unparalleled, extremely powerful and fierce.

Gong Wuer's fair face turned even whiter. Without saying a word, he slightly lowered his feet and met the attack with his right palm.

As soon as their fists and palms met, there seemed to be nothing unusual between the two, but their clothes billowed wildly, and the blue bricks under their feet cracked as if they had been hit by a heavy object.

As their fists met, Gong Wu'er's shoulders swayed, and a trickle of crimson blood visibly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Wow, that's really impressive."

The young man chuckled, then transformed his fists into palms, meeting Gong Wu'er's palms in a direct confrontation. Simultaneously, he pressed forward step by step, channeling his energy into his palms amidst his laughter, forcing Gong Wu'er to retreat step by step.

Seeing this, Lian Youming was about to pick up the submachine gun on the ground, but just as the young man strode forward, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was surprised to see a faint palm print on the back of the man's clothes.

In a split second, he made a fatal decision. His left hand, which had been stretched out in mid-air, suddenly fell back to his side. Lian Youming took a deep breath and gathered his remaining strength.

With a soft "hmm," his cheeks slowly puffed up as he took in his breath.

With the tip of the tongue touching the top, a breath is drawn in from the throat and tongue, swallowed directly into the abdomen.

In an instant, it felt as if a warm current was spreading through his chest and abdomen, stimulating his numb hands and feet.

"Die to me!"

Xue Hen's eyes were filled with a fierce expression, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged outwards.

Gong Wuer finally couldn't hold on any longer, his body swaying precariously, as if he had reached the end of his strength.

But just when Gong Wuer had nowhere to retreat and was about to reach the end of his road, a voice suddenly emerged from the dead silent and empty dark room, a voice other than the two of them.

"Cuckoo!"

Two barely audible yet chilling croaks of toads suddenly rang out at this critical moment.

Xue Hen's maniacal laughter froze for a moment, then became even more ferocious, because the toad's croaking was coming from behind him.

A figure rose from the ground like a dragon turning over, simultaneously raising its right arm, swiftly approaching, and then slamming down heavily.

Lian Youming's eyes widened in fury, his killing intent surged, and for some reason, the image of the old man guarding the mountain's fists appeared in his mind. His right hand suddenly clenched into a fist like a hammer, and he quietly urged the coiling energy again. His entire right arm tensed up instantly, and he smashed it down on the young man's back, striking the palm print.

"Hey!"

As Lian Youming threw a punch, he saw the back of the person in front of him spin in a spiral, as if being torn and twisted by an invisible force.

"Well!"

In Gong Wu'er's eyes, Xue Hen's Adam's apple bobbed, and his sallow, bronze-colored face flushed with an unusual red, as if he were trying his best to endure something.

With the situation changing and a golden opportunity presented, how could she possibly miss it?

He immediately roared, his voice booming like thunder: "Kill!"

As the sounds of battle reached his ears, Xue Hen's brows furrowed, and a burst of scalding hot air, tinged with a wisp of blood, shot from his lips.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, and it was impossible to tell whether he was shocked, angry, sad, or happy. His expression was strange and fierce, and he hissed and laughed strangely: "Tai Chi Hammer? Silk Reeling Force, hahaha, wonderful!"

Blood stained the hem of his clothes.

As Xue Hen's aura dissipated, Gong Wu'er immediately felt the force attacking his palm recede like a tide. Without hesitation, he advanced instead of retreating, and while bending his knees slightly, he thrust his fleshy palms straight in, lifting Xue Hen's chin like a white ape offering fruit.

With another muffled groan, Xue Hen tilted his head back, flipped backward, and flew straight out, but his eyes, filled with a predatory glint, fixed on Lian Youming, who had fallen to the side.

He wanted to see this person clearly.

At this moment, their eyes met, and Xue Hen finally recognized the boy he had met once before. His eyes showed an unusual look, a mixture of surprise and curiosity, which was quite strange.

Who would have thought that in just a few months, this person would actually have obtained the true teachings of the Tai Chi School and be able to use his hidden skills to achieve wonderful results.

It couldn't possibly be Lian Youming who injured him, but that punch caused his suppressed injuries to erupt instantly. With a powerful enemy like Gong Wuer by his side, the battle was turned around.

"it is good!"

The hoarse voice sounded like praise, yet also like lament, lamenting the unpredictability of life, which was so unimaginable, like the ever-changing winds and clouds, causing completely different trajectories of fate to collide.

Lian Youming, however, did not want to give his opponent a chance to breathe. The moment his punch landed, he flipped over and pounced to the side, picking up the submachine gun from the ground.

Watching Xue Hen's defeated figure, he turned to the side and fell down, pulling the trigger in an instant.

"Da da da!"

The gunfire rang out again.

But to everyone's surprise, Xue Hen, taking advantage of the momentum of flying backward, braced himself with both hands, flipped and rolled like a rabbit, and quickly slipped into the corner of the entrance while being pursued by bullets.

Seeing this, Lian Youming slowly lowered the muzzle of his gun.

This person is truly amazing.

He seemed to have thought it over carefully, and said softly, "Leave your name."

Knowing that the chance of victory had been lost, Xue Hen was about to retreat when he suddenly stopped in his tracks upon hearing the childish voice behind him. His face twitched, and instead of laughing or getting angry, he replied in a strange tone that was rather calm, yet seemed to suppress a thunderous rage: "Xue Hen!"

The word "hate" was uttered as if by the howl of a vengeful ghost.

"Hehe...haha...interesting...interesting...good!!!"

But the man then let out a series of wild laughs like a jackal, and strode away.

In this era, the world has changed, martial arts masters are hard to find, and true masters are few and far between, but fortunately, it is still thrilling, there are still people singing with passion, there are still successors, and there will never be a shortage of rivals and opponents.

The predecessors are still here, and the successors are coming.

The martial world is not far away, and the path of martial arts is never lonely!
(End of this chapter)