Sludge suction system

A dark figure appeared out of thin air, swooping down from the rooftop of the inner courtyard like an eagle swooping down on its prey. This figure moved with incredible speed, creating a gust of wind that whipped up the previously still fallen leaves in the courtyard, sending them swirling and dancing in the air. In an instant, the figure landed steadily in the courtyard, kicking up a cloud of dust, like a war god descending to earth—it was Jin Lang, the patriarch of the Jin family.

Jin Lang stood tall and imposing, like a proud pine tree, exuding the calm and collected aura of someone who had seen countless battles. He wore a black, close-fitting outfit, the gold threads embroidered on the clothes shimmering in the sunlight, outlining a soaring eagle, seemingly symbolizing the Jin family's prestige and inviolability. His face was cold and stern, like the cold moon in a night sky, inspiring awe; his tiger-like eyes were wide open, burning with fury, fixed on Wang Jing as if trying to see right through him; his gaze also revealed the composure and ruthlessness of someone who had experienced many battles, like a seasoned general who, facing a mortal enemy, showed no fear, but rather, was filled with boundless fighting spirit.

The moment Jin Lang's feet touched the ground, he immediately assumed the starting stance of the Jin Family Eagle Claw Kung Fu. He slowly raised his hands, his ten fingers like hooks forged from refined steel, slightly curved, the nails gleaming faintly with a metallic sheen in the sunlight, incredibly sharp, like ten daggers capable of easily tearing flesh. His arm muscles bulged high, taut like a fully drawn bowstring, veins bulging like coiling pythons, containing astonishing explosive power, as if ready to devour someone at any moment.

"Wang Jing, you villain, how dare you trespass on my Jin family today! You are truly overestimating yourself!" Jin Lang's voice boomed like a bell in the courtyard, making the surrounding windows vibrate. The anger and majesty contained in his voice made everyone present tremble involuntarily, as if it were a thunderous judgment from the heavens, proclaiming Wang Jing's crimes.

Seeing this, Wang Jing's lips curled into a mocking sneer, a smile that seemed to express both disdain and provocation towards Jin Lang: "Jin Lang, long time no see! Do you still remember the days when you hunted me down? In those days, I hid here and there, living like a rat in the shadows, a life without hope. But today, the wheel of fortune turns, and it is your death day, the day the Jin family is destroyed!" With that, he moved his hands rapidly, forming hand seals in the air at a speed that was dazzling to behold. In an instant, the eerie green light surrounding him intensified, and within the light, the shadowy figures of snakes flickered and twisted wildly, emitting chilling hissing sounds, like the roars of demons from hell, exuding an aura of endless evil and terror.

Jin Lang snorted coldly, uttering no more words. His legs, as if spring-loaded, suddenly exerted force, propelling him towards Wang Jing like an arrow released from a bow. His speed was extreme, creating a powerful gust of wind that whipped up pebbles from the ground, sending them flying in all directions. In the blink of an eye, he was before Wang Jing like a ghost, his right claw raised high, drawing a sharp arc in the air with a whistling sound, aiming fiercely for Wang Jing's throat. The claw's tip hissed through the air, the force seemingly capable of tearing steel to shreds, sending chills down one's spine.

Wang Jing's eyes narrowed, not daring to be careless in the slightest. He dodged to the side, easily avoiding the sharp claw strike by a hair's breadth. At the same time, his right hand swiftly shot out, fingers together, the fingertips flashing with a ghostly green light, instantly transforming into a serpentine phantom that stabbed towards Jin Lang's chest with lightning speed. The serpentine phantom was lifelike, like a vivid venomous snake, flicking its tongue, launching a deadly attack on its prey. It clearly contained deadly venom; if struck, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Jin Lang reacted with lightning speed, his left hand flashing out to block Wang Jing's attack in front of his chest, his forearm taking the blow head-on. A muffled thud resounded, like a thunderclap, and both men staggered back several steps. Jin Lang felt a tingling numbness in his arm, as if struck by an iron rod; the pain instantly spread throughout his body, but he endured it with sheer willpower. He was secretly astonished by Wang Jing's profound skill; he hadn't expected his martial arts to improve so much in just a few years. Wang Jing, too, was startled; he hadn't expected Jin Lang to block his attack so easily. It seemed the Eagle Claw Kung Fu truly lived up to its reputation, worthy of being the Jin family's prized possession.

After a brief pause, as if by telepathy, the two pounced on each other simultaneously, instantly clashing in battle. For a moment, the courtyard was filled with the howling of fists and the blur of claws; their figures moved with ghostly speed, leaving the onlookers breathless. Jin Lang unleashed his Eagle Claw technique, each move as fierce and ruthless as an eagle hunting its prey. Wherever his claws touched, bricks and stones were easily crushed into powder, and wood chips scattered like snowflakes. Wang Jing's Serpent Venom technique was equally formidable; his hands moved like nimble serpents, unpredictable and ever-changing, attacking from bizarre angles, their eerie green light flashing, making them impossible to defend against.

Jin Lang unleashed his full power, wielding the Jin Family Eagle Claw Kung Fu with ferocious might. Each claw strike carried immense force, his moves sharp and fierce, like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, each move aimed directly at Wang Jing's vitals. However, Wang Jing's movements were elusive, like a ghost. Relying on his Serpent Poison Kung Fu, he skillfully countered Jin Lang's attacks. A ghostly green light flickered around him, and his hands transformed into serpentine shadows, moving nimbly and unpredictably, launching counterattacks from tricky angles from time to time, leaving Jin Lang no room for complacency.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a sinister glint flashed in Wang Jing's eyes—the prelude to the exposure of his long-hidden, treacherous intentions. With his left hand, he feigned a serpentine palm strike aimed straight at Jin Lang's heart, diverting his attention, while his right hand silently slid to his waist, swiftly drawing out a deadly poisoned hidden weapon—a three-edged bone-piercing nail. These hidden weapons were exquisitely crafted, their tips gleaming with a chilling blue light, clearly coated with a deadly poison that would kill on contact with blood. Under the sunlight, they exuded a chilling aura of death.

Wang Jing seized the moment Jin Lang dodged to the side, and with a sudden flick of his wrist, several three-edged bone-piercing nails shot towards Jin Lang's back with a sharp whistling sound, like black lightning. Jin Lang sensed the force of the wind coming from behind and inwardly cried out in alarm. Unable to completely dodge, he could only hastily sidestep. However, one of the bone-piercing nails grazed his right arm, instantly tearing his clothes and leaving a deep, bloody gash on his arm, from which blood immediately seeped out, staining his sleeve red.

Jin Lang felt a sharp pain in his right arm, followed by a rapid spread of numbness. He was alarmed, realizing the hidden weapon was coated with a potent poison. Before he could react, Wang Jing seized the opportunity, his hands rapidly forming hand seals. A brilliant light emanated from his body, and several snake shadows instantly materialized into ropes, coiling around Jin Lang. Although Jin Lang struggled fiercely, the poison made his body increasingly sluggish and weak. He was quickly bound tightly by the snake shadow ropes, unable to move.

"Hahaha, Jin Lang, you have finally fallen into my hands!" Wang Jing let out a wild laugh, his laughter filled with smugness and cruelty, like a wolf that had finally caught its prey and was showing off its victory.