Marvel Superheroes in China

With a 'poof' sound, the bridge hand made a sudden, explosive sound as it moved.

Without holding back, the Hong family's tiger claws lunged straight at Qin Wu's face.

But when he got closer, Hung Ka-tung suddenly realized something was wrong.

Pupils shrink...

He was secretly shocked: What kind of boxing stance is this?

I hadn't noticed it before, I just thought the posture was strange, like doing gymnastics.

But now it is discovered that Qin Wu's Three-Body Stance is actually rooted to the ground. His right hand, extended forward, is like a barb on a dismounting post, blocking the way.

No matter what he did, he couldn't hit him. No matter what direction he attacked from, he couldn't get around Qin Wu's right hand that was outstretched in front of him.

What alarmed Hong Jiadong even more was Qin Wu's left hand, which had been stuck in his abdomen. The left hand was shaped like a claw, but it could instantly complete the task.

ready!

Hong Jiadong had no doubt that, given the opportunity, that left hand would be the most lethal weapon. It would suddenly strike him from all sorts of bizarre and unpredictable angles…

We're all martial artists, not ordinary people. We can't just take a punch if we have to.

A martial artist wouldn't dare take a punch.

Applying even a tiny bit could cause the body to explode.

not good!

Hong Jiadong took a deep breath, a sudden thought of retreat creeping into his mind. He felt he couldn't take the initiative; if he did, he seemed to be at a disadvantage…

This Three-Body Stance... is actually unbreakable!

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the momentum Hong Jiadong had painstakingly built up crumbled rapidly. Without any hesitation, he immediately withdrew his killing move, circled around Qin Wu from the side, intending to get behind him and then slowly maneuver against him…

I dare not refuse to cooperate.

For true martial artists, life and death, victory and defeat, are decided in a single move. There are no three-day, three-night battles, or hundreds of exchanges. It's one strike to kill, or at worst, one serious injury, followed by the finishing blow…

At the same time, a smile appeared in Qin Wu's eyes, who had been completely calm.

Hung Ka-tung lost.

He thought he had no combat experience? Little did he know that Xingyi Quan was developed through killing. In his previous life, he was a master of internal martial arts, and he had grown through countless life-or-death struggles.

Extremely experienced in combat!

Let's not even talk about the lack of understanding or skill.

The mere thought of retreating in Hung Ka-tung's mind caused his momentum to plummet, and he was destined for ruin.

Without any hesitation, Qin Wu twisted his body and turned around abruptly.

With a turn, a piercing scraping sound came from underfoot.

The concrete floor was actually worn into a pit by the friction between the sole of the foot and the ground when the foot turned around!

Hong Jiadong had just circled behind Qin Wu and wasn't ready. He looked up, his pupils contracted, and he almost jumped back in fright.

But then he saw that Qin Wu was facing him again in the Three-Body Stance.

Hong Jiadong's heart sank.

It's that weird standing position again!

What on earth is this?!

Hong Jiadong was on the verge of collapse; he simply couldn't break the Three-Body Stance...

Just as he was helplessly preparing to avoid it again, Qin Wu spoke softly: "I will kill you in three moves. No one in this world has ever heard of Xingyi Quan, nor does anyone understand it. I will use three different moves to make you all understand... even a little bit is better than nothing."

hiss--

Hong Jiadong gasped, a flash of anger in his eyes. How arrogant!

Do you have to kill yourself using three different techniques?

Just as he was about to fly into a rage, Qin Wu said softly, "First move, advancing cannon fist."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Wu suddenly lifted his left leg, which was behind him, and took a step forward.

As he made 'progress', his left hand, which was stuck in his abdomen, suddenly reached out and then flipped outwards.

'Whoosh'

With a flick of his arm, a great gust of wind arose.

It’s the left hand!

Is it a left-handed punch?

Hong Jiadong's heart tightened. He stared intently at Qin Wu's left hand, becoming defensive. He knew he couldn't escape; his momentum was locked. If he dared to turn around, he would die in an instant.

Just as Hong Jiadong thought Qin Wu was throwing a punch with his left hand.

But then, Qin Wu simply flipped his left hand outward and moved it horizontally.

Then, the right hand that had been reaching forward retracted, tucked into the right waist, and clenched into a fist.

At the same time, Qin Wu's left foot landed.

The moment it landed, the ground exploded with a loud 'bang,' creating a large crater, and soil and rocks flew everywhere.

In that instant of using the momentum, Qin Wu transformed into a wisp of green smoke and flew over.

hiss--

So fast!

Hong Jiadong's pupils contracted, and he raised his hands to defend himself.

Only then did he realize that the outward-turning left hand was actually Qin Wu's way of gathering power... It was a process of using all the joints in his body to exert force together, and then transmitting the power layer by layer...

Pass it to a point.

That spot was Qin Wu's right fist, which he had tucked back to his waist.

late.

That's too late.

He could only block it head-on.

At that moment, Qin Wu appeared before Hong Jiadong like a ghost, and the instant he arrived, he suddenly threw out his right fist.

With a loud 'boom', a deep, resounding explosion rang out.

A punch, carrying the force of destruction, slammed into Hong Jiadong's arm like a cannon.

With a loud 'bang,' Hong Jiadong bled from all seven orifices, and his arms, which had been blocking his way, were instantly blown to pieces.

Like a cannonball exploding, a single punch shattered both of his arms, leaving no flesh or blood behind.

Only a cloud of blood mist remained in the air. Within the blood mist, Hong Jiadong was sent flying backward, landing over a hundred meters away and crashing into a skyscraper.

The skyscraper had more than 30 floors, and Hung Ka-tung was sent flying all the way to the 22nd floor, smashing through the building's floor-to-ceiling windows and landing in an office inside the building.

"what!"

In the office, white-collar workers were working when they saw the glass shatter and a bloodied figure without hands fly in.

Everyone stared in utter horror at the broken window.

OMG…

This is the 22nd floor.

Did someone fly in from outside?

Chapter 12: It's all trash

The blood-soaked figure struggled to its feet, staring in terror at its arms. Then, it looked at its chest, which had been blown open. Looking down, it could see its own heart...

"What...what kind of boxing style is this?"

Hong Jiadong murmured in horror, "I can't even withstand one move; it's like an overwhelming blaze of flames."

All around, silence reigned, and dozens of office workers retreated to the side in fear. The bolder ones took out their phones and began filming…

Hong Jiadong looked through the floor-to-ceiling window at Qin Wu, who was a hundred meters away on the ground, and saw that Qin Wu seemed not to have thrown that punch at all.

Still, he stood there in the Three-Body Stance.

He looked up at Hung Ka-tung, his voice booming:

"Xingyiquan is divided into five elements of boxing, one of which is the Cannon Boxing. The Cannon Boxing belongs to fire, and it draws from the heart of the body and the opening and closing of the Qi. Its form is the most fierce and its intention is the most intense. It is like a cannon, like fire, like thunder, like lightning."

"First move, thirty percent power. Hope you survive and can take another."

Having said that, Qin Wu indifferently stepped out with his right foot again, in another forward 'stepping' posture, and said in a deep voice:

"Second move, step forward and chop with a fist!"

"..."

Quiet.