Under the fist

Chapter 54 This gentleman, let's talk this out.
"Huh, how did I get here?"

The night wind howled outside the window, and the short-haired girl, who was fast asleep, shivered and groggily opened her eyes. But when she saw the unfamiliar surroundings, the old woman with a sinister look in her eyes not far away, and the vicious men with ferocious expressions, her face turned pale and she woke up.

During the day, outside the train station, she saw an old woman fall down by herself. Out of kindness, she helped her up, but the old woman shook the towel in her hand and then lost consciousness.

She instinctively wanted to call for help, but then she heard a gentle voice beside her, "Don't panic, don't shout."

The girl turned her head and was somewhat taken aback when she saw that it was Lian Youming.

Lian Youming looked around at the people and asked casually, "What's your name? Do you remember what happened?"

"My name is Yan Tao, remember me?" The girl was not only quiet in appearance, but also spoke in a soft voice.

Lian Youming watched the flight attendant's departing figure and asked, "Can you take care of children?"

Yan Tao looked puzzled and nervous, but still replied, "I know a little."

Lian Youming nodded, "Just keep quiet and watch. Don't worry, I'll make sure you become Sun Duhe's wife."

Yan Tao asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"

Lian Youming sighed inwardly, never expecting that kid Sun Duhe could meet such a beautiful and kind girl. He really got lucky.

"It's alright, we can handle it."

But Yan Tao's eyes flickered, and she whispered a reminder: "I think I vaguely heard that old lady call another person Eighth Master. That person was very tall and thin, and his voice was very hoarse."

Lian Youming raised an eyebrow. So, this old lady might not be the ringleader after all.

"Okay, got it."

After a brief conversation, the flight attendant had disappeared.

An invisible killing intent quietly spread through the swaying carriage.

Before we knew it, quite a few people had crowded around the front and back of the carriage. Some were dozing off, some were smoking, and some were chatting. They seemed to have nothing in common, but they had blocked the view of both sides and were providing cover.

Just as Lian Youming finished speaking his last sentence, the one-eared man couldn't wait any longer. With a flick of his right hand, a short knife silently slid out from his sleeve, its cold light flashing as it cut towards the boy's neck without a sound.

Yan Tao's face turned pale, her eyes widened, and she watched as the person next to her was about to have their throat slit. She wanted to warn him, but Lian Youming remained calm and composed. He raised his right hand, his index finger sticking out, and lightly pecked the other person's chest.

In an instant, the knife that had been slashing across his hand fell to the ground. One-Ear's sinister and fierce eyes widened immediately, but his body was stiff and numb. Although he was still moving, every move was as slow as if he had seen a ghost.

Lian Youming curled his lip. The strange man in the fortress threw a punch that even he, a martial artist, was momentarily restrained. But when he struck, the opponent was merely stiffened and slowed down. If it were a master, the effect would probably be even worse.

Your internal strength training is still not deep enough.

After delivering the punch, Lian Youming quickly lowered his right hand, his five fingers transforming into a palm, and kneaded and lifted the waist and abdomen of one ear. The man was then seen flying backward as lightly as a rag doll, his limbs stiff, his center of gravity unstable, and finally he slumped into a chair.

The old woman's face darkened, and she finally spoke, "Do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several sharp knives, each about a foot long, appeared from in front of and behind Lian Youming and the others. They had all been hidden in their coats, but now they were drawn with a "whoosh," their gleaming blades slashing down on heads, even catching Yan Tao in their wake.

"Ah!"

Lian Youming casually brushed aside a nearby steel knife and stood up.

As soon as he stood up, his tall and strong figure showed no sign of sluggishness or clumsiness. With a shake of his waist, his overcoat stood in the air like a kite.

"Hmm?" But there was no one inside the clothes.

In a dazzling display of movement, amidst the chilling glint of blades, a figure rose and crouched, sometimes standing in front, sometimes crouching behind, like a ferocious tiger lying on the ground. Using his coat to lure the enemy, he raised his arms straight up, and with a mere touch to the wrists of those holding knives, the previously chaotic knives were deflected like puppets on strings. Some struck chairs, some slashed at their own men, and some even slipped from their hands.

For a moment, exclamations were heard everywhere.

But another steel blade was slashing towards Yan Tao. Lian Youming remained expressionless, his right hand swiftly grabbing in mid-air. Just as the blade was about to fall, he grabbed the man's left hand holding the blade, his large hand enveloping the small one, his five fingers clenching tightly.

"what!"

The man holding the knife was a burly, dark-faced man. He was originally cold-faced and fierce, but when Lian Youming gripped his knife, his five fingers twisted like pretzels, splinters of bone popped out with a crackling sound. He was about to scream in agony, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a cornbread was stuffed into his mouth and blocked.

Lian Youming did not let go. With a quick extension and retraction of his right arm, the big man's eyes bulged out, his entire arm was straightened like a rope, and then his elbow joint was forcibly dislocated under his skin, causing him to almost faint from the pain.

Seize the broken bone.

Seeing this, the remaining men hurriedly raised their knives to strike again. Lian Youming rubbed his palms together, using the side of his palms to squeeze into the blade. He flipped his wrists and turned his palms, and in the blink of an eye, he had caught the two men holding the knives again. With a forceful pull of his five fingers, a "crack" was heard, and the two men's faces immediately turned bloodshot, their eyes filled with fine blood vessels.

Looking at the hands of the two men holding the knives, they were bent inwards like chicken claws, indicating they were severed.

Before they could even scream, Lian Youming gently pressed down on their chests and abdomens, forcing them back into their chairs.

But two more blades of light slashed towards Lian Youming's side, right in front of him.

The blade strikes were sharp and the angles were tricky.

Lian Youming remained calm, his eyes flashing. He twisted his waist and turned his head in one smooth motion, his hands opening and closing like pincers, actually gripping the spine of the knife just centimeters away from his face.

The two men wielding the knives turned red in the face and desperately tried to press down, but the two steel knives remained motionless, stuck in mid-air.

Looking at the knife that was almost slashing his face, Lian Youming revealed a sinister smile. "Tsk tsk, almost there."

He spoke jokingly, but his expression quickly turned cold. With a flick of his wrist, the two men in front of him simultaneously withdrew their swords, their faces filled with fear. Just as they were about to retreat, they saw two fleshy hands lightly placed on their waists and abdomens, causing them to fall backward and collapse to the ground.

After doing all this, Lian Youming suddenly tilted his head and saw a sharpened screwdriver coming from the air, grazing his cheek.

On the luggage rack, the old woman huddled like a cat, her eyes filled with malice. Despite her age, she was surprisingly agile. Seeing that her attack had failed, she immediately withdrew.

Seemingly afraid that Lian Youming would pursue them, he hissed and ordered, "Kill that woman."

Lian Youming chuckled, bent his knees slightly, and leaped forward like a monkey leaping across a ravine. His large hand reached out swiftly and grabbed one of the old woman's legs.

This was a trick he had devised during his return. It was the Monkey Play from the Five Animal Frolics, with the ape-like grabbing posture, combined with the lower body strength honed through springing leg exercises, and the fierce appearance of the monkey he had observed in Journey to the West. At this moment, when he suddenly moved, it was like a vicious ape breaking through the mountain, with overwhelming ferocity.

Lian Youming tightened his grip, intending to capture the old woman, but unexpectedly, she pulled back her right leg and, as slippery as an eel, leaped out of the crowd and fled towards the other end of the carriage.

Having failed in his first attempt, he raised his thick eyebrows and glanced at the other man's jet-black trousers. They seemed to be made of no fabric; the stitches were invisible, and they were incredibly slippery.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lian Youming turned around and swiftly clasped and pressed down with both hands. He clasped the village women holding children and pressed down the passengers who were about to move.

With just this one action, all the people sitting in the carriage sat quietly, their eyes darting around in panic, but their limbs were stiff and numb, unresponsive, and they dared not move.

The other ear had recovered and was about to get up when Lian Youming grabbed it by the other ear.

The burly man was already deathly pale with fright. He hurriedly stood up, tilting his head back, following the force on his ear, and said tremblingly, "Sir, there... there's something to talk about..."

(End of this chapter)