Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

Wu San Tong widened his eyes and looked at Xu Xingchen in front of him, who seemed to be walking on the wind. The lightness skills he displayed were both strange and exquisite. His steps were so light and swift that they could actually create elusive afterimages in an instant.

It was as if several figures were moving at the same time, making it dazzling. Just relying on his superb body skills, he easily avoided the two sharp and powerful [One Yang Finger] forces that he had just released, which were aimed directly at his vital points.

Wu San Tong was secretly shocked by the scene in front of him. You know, this [One Yang Finger] is the unique family skill of the Duan family in Dali. It is extremely powerful and it is difficult for ordinary people to get close to it, let alone avoid its edge so easily.

However, the man in front of him, who looked so young and handsome, seemed to be two or three times younger than himself, but his lightness skills had reached such a high level, which was beyond his expectations.

Despite this, Wu San Tong was a man who attached great importance to his reputation. Although he was extremely shocked in his heart, his face still maintained his usual calmness and indifference, without any strange expression, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial matter.

"Humph! You little brat!!!"

Wu Santong's eyes flashed with obvious disdain and an uncontrollable anger that was about to burst out. This emotion was like a torrent in the dark night, surging and rolling in his heart.

It seems that at any moment, the dam of rationality may be broken and burst out like a violent storm.

"You can still dodge the force of the two-finger [Yang Finger], but if I use the [Yang Finger] of three, four or even five fingers simultaneously, how will you respond? I'm afraid that by then, you will die on the spot under this fierce finger technique!"

His thoughts raced through his mind, and Wu San Tong quickly brought his index and middle fingers together, like two sharp sword tips, gathering the deep internal strength in his body. His breathing became rapid and deep, and the true energy in his body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, gathering at his fingertips.

"drink--"

With Wu San Tong's low and powerful roar, it seemed to awaken the endless energy sleeping between heaven and earth. Rays of golden light condensed from the purest true qi suddenly broke through the air.

These lights were dazzling, just like the brightest first ray of sunlight when the sun rises. He used the ancient and powerful martial art [One Finger Yang] to its fullest at this moment, and every move of his finger contained the power to destroy the world.

Those golden finger forces drew brilliant tracks in the air at an astonishingly fast speed. The density was like the stars in the night sky, or like thousands of arrows fired at the same time, quickly and accurately shooting towards Xu Xingchen on the opposite side.

In the air, they intertwined to form an impenetrable golden net, carrying with it a murderous aura that should not be underestimated.

“Shh…shh…shh…shh…!”

A series of extremely sharp and deafening wind-breaking sounds suddenly rang out in the surrounding air. That was the sound of the [One Yang Finger] cutting through the void, and each sound was as crisp and loud as a sharp blade cutting through silk.

Each finger force was not only incredibly fast, but also carried the terrifying power to tear apart space. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be cut into pieces by an invisible giant blade, leaving behind cracks visible to the naked eye. At this moment, space seemed to have become fragile.

These golden finger forces carried overwhelming pressure and violently bombarded Xu Xingchen in front of them, as if to completely submerge him in this golden storm, making people worry about his safety.

At this moment, Wu San Tong's hands flew, his fingers moved nimbly, and the unique skill "One Yang Finger" he displayed was like a roaring Gatling machine gun on the battlefield, sweeping the surroundings madly.

Each incomparably fierce finger force contained a fiery aura, as if it could ignite the air; wherever it hit, gravel flew everywhere and dust stirred, forming a messy scene, demonstrating the amazing destructive power of this martial art [One Yang Finger].

However, even though Wu San Tong tried his best and fired wave after wave of his [One Finger Yang] attacks, which were as dense and sharp as a Gatling gun, at Xu Xingchen in an attempt to overwhelm the opponent with the advantage in numbers, he still failed.

The [One Yang Finger] force, with a whistling sound and flashing golden cold light, circled around Xu Xingchen like a headless fly, but could never touch him at all.

The [Spiral Nine Shadows] displayed by Xu Xingchen's feet was truly a unique body movement. His body was light and graceful, like a feather dancing in the wind, or like a wisp of light cloud and smoke, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

His steps were even more bizarre and varied, sometimes he made a sharp turn, sometimes he twisted and turned, like a ghost wandering in the wind, making it hard to predict. Every dodge was done with perfect timing.

He displayed an indescribable elegance while being calm and at ease. Because of this, up to now, even Wu San Tong's [One Finger Zen], which is so powerful that it is enough to scare many masters away, has been able to block it.

The extremely sharp finger forces that were shot out one after another were unable to touch Xu Xingchen at all. Those finger forces whizzed through the air with a piercing sound and were very powerful.

However, not even the tiniest strand of hair was touched by these finger forces on Xu Xingchen's body.

Not to mention that he was injured. This scene was simply unbelievable. Everyone present who witnessed this scene couldn't help but secretly marvel at it and look at Xu Xingchen's body skills and strength with new eyes.

"Whirring whirring……"

Heavy and long gasps echoed in the air. The sound was like the rhythm of an old bellows, rapid and powerful. Every breath seemed to be trying to contrast with the tranquility around it.

At this time, Wu San Tong had already displayed several finger forces of the Dali Duan family's unique skill [One Yang Finger] in succession. Every time he sent out his fingers, there was a surge of true energy in his body, like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable.

At this moment, fine beads of sweat had already seeped out of his forehead, sparkling with crystal light in the afterglow of the setting sun. With each deepening and quickening of his breathing, he began to breathe heavily, his chest heaving violently, as if he had just experienced a fierce fight.

The unique finger technique of One Yang Finger, which has been passed down from generation to generation by the Duan family of Dali, is famous for its domineering internal strength and extremely precise pointing, and has attracted countless martial artists' admiration and awe.

His finger techniques are extremely sharp and can penetrate the enemy's armor and hit the vital points in an instant. The power it unleashes is often jaw-dropping. However, such an astonishingly powerful martial art is also accompanied by great consumption. It tests and consumes the practitioner's internal strength.

Even someone like Wu San Tong, who thinks highly of himself and believes that he has reached the pinnacle of internal strength, gradually feels overwhelmed when faced with such intensive and high-intensity use of [One Yang Finger].

At first, Wu San Tong was able to rely on his excellent internal strength to perform his unique skill [One Finger Yang] with ease. Every time he struck out with his finger, it was so powerful that it was a little hard for people to resist.

But as time went on, Wu San Tong's own internal strength was consumed like a surging tide. Even though he thought he had deep internal strength, he began to feel that the true energy in his body was gradually drying up, and each time he exerted strength became more and more difficult.

Wu San Tong's face gradually turned as pale as paper, with beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead. It was obvious that even with his profound cultivation, after continuously shooting out so many powerful and shocking [One Yang Finger] forces.

He was already at the end of his strength, and his body was bearing an unprecedented heavy burden, as if it might reach its limit and collapse at any time. At the same time, the surrounding air seemed to be affected by the endless release of energy at this moment, becoming extremely heavy.

The breeze that was originally blowing gently seemed to have stopped at this moment, and all the sounds around quietly weakened, leaving only the sharp whistling sounds of the finger force breaking through the air, echoing in this space shrouded by energy, adding a bit of oppression and tension to the atmosphere.