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Chapter 97: Anticipating Mastery of the Yi Jin Jing (4k2)

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With a startling sound of bones shattering, the rooster was kicked like a broken bag, flying sideways and crashing heavily into several tables and chairs, shattering them amidst flying debris. He then coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He struggled to sit up, using his arms for support, but was horrified to discover that his lower body was completely numb and devoid of feeling. "I—my legs—I can't feel my legs—"

"I've crippled your legs, so don't even think about escaping now, unless you grow wings."

Li Fu said coldly.

"No—I'll kill you—"

The rooster's previous arrogance and ruthlessness vanished, leaving only boundless fear and disbelief.

A broken spine and paralysis of the lower limbs are more terrifying than death for an assassin who is known for his leg skills!

"Well played."

In the blink of an eye, the Rooster, who still had the strength to fight, was defeated by Li Fu's extraordinary skill, losing both legs. Song Zhaoxue clapped her hands and laughed.

"Rooster, how many people have you killed with these legs? Have you ever thought that one day someone will use their legs to cripple your martial arts?"

Now, those legs you were so proud of, those lightning-fast legs, are no match for a three-year-old child anymore; they can no longer harm anyone.

Wei Ying, standing to the side, looked at Li Fu, who stood tall and straight, and could not hide her astonishment.

She was born in the Wujinzang Temple and possessed several unique skills, so she considered herself to have high standards.

However, the martial arts techniques that Li Fu displayed during their exchange were all as exquisite and profound as the skills she had learned, and some of them even surpassed them.

Especially the strange martial arts used to subdue the Rooster at the end were truly unheard of and miraculous!

"No, no, I'll kill you all!"

The Rooster's legs were crippled, and it sat slumped on the ground, its face as pale as paper, with beads of sweat rolling down its face, and it was being ridiculed again.

His eyes were filled with anger and a death throes as he suddenly opened his mouth.

The sound of puffing echoed repeatedly.

Several jet-black iron beads shot through the air, targeting Li Fu, Song Zhaoxue, and Wei Ying.

"Still not giving up."

Li Fu snorted coldly, standing still without moving, and flicked his right hand repeatedly, without the slightest hint of fire, sending several invisible finger forces flying away the iron balls.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

Without the cover of its swift and deadly legwork, the Rooster's ability to spit out iron beads is like a toothless tiger, its threat greatly reduced.

With a flick of her wrist, Song Zhaoxue channeled her inner energy and deflected the iron bead that was attacking her.

Wei Ying was even more direct; she struck out with her slender palm, and a gentle yet resilient palm wind sent the iron bead flying.

The rooster spat out seven or eight iron beads, its breathing becoming rapid, yet it couldn't even touch the hem of the three people's clothes.

The Finger Flicking Divine Power.

Li Fu gave him no more chances, pointing a finger from a distance and striking his chest at the Tanzhong acupoint.

The rooster let out a muffled groan, its whole body stiffened, and it could no longer move from the neck down.

"Your skill in spitting iron balls is more like a street performer's act."

Song Zhaoxue walked closer and curiously examined the rooster, showing no fear whatsoever.

"I've heard that there are acrobats who can swallow long swords and iron balls, and then spit them out when they need them."

Is your trick similar?

"With so many iron beads in its belly, wouldn't it make a clanging sound when it walks?"

The rooster closed its eyes and did not answer, its facial muscles twitching.

"Miss Song, important business is more important."

Li Fu coughed lightly and looked coldly at the Rooster.

"Tell me about the martial arts skills, common tricks, and possible hiding places of your other accomplices."

If you are willing to tell the truth, I might consider sparing your life.

The Rooster slowly opened its eyes, which were now filled with a deathly grayness. Upon hearing this, it merely twitched the corners of its mouth and let out a few strange, hoarse laughs.

Spare my life?

Haha—my legs are useless now, I'm practically a cripple, so what difference does it make whether I keep them or not?

You're just trying to trick me into talking.

Save your breath, Li Fu, I won't tell.

He paused, his laughter filled with sarcasm.

"Besides, do you think that just because we twelve villains are gathered together, we are as close as brothers, can talk about anything, and even tell each other our most secret skills?"

Let alone their martial arts skills, I don't even know whether some of them are male or female, tall or short, how old they are, or where they usually live!

Even Boss Chenlong might not know everything.

Our relationship isn't even that of ordinary friends. It's just that we rely on the "Twelve Ominous Signs" name to leverage each other's influence, lend a hand when necessary, and share some of the benefits.

"But you just said that the 'Tiger,' 'Sheep,' and 'Dragon' could kill Li Fu by surprise. Doesn't that mean you know their methods?"

Song Zhaoxue was quick-witted and immediately seized on the flaw in his words.

"That was just scattered information gleaned from the corpses left behind by their assassination targets, or from the conversations of the deceased's relatives and friends, combined with rumors from the martial arts world."

As for anything else, even if you were to cut me into a thousand pieces, I still wouldn't be able to say anything more.

The Rooster looked at Li Fu with resentment in its eyes.

"Kill me, and I, Youji, will die at your hands, and the bounty within the organization will continue to accumulate."

The others will go even crazier, and you won't live much longer!

"Actually, even though our methods are different and we can't coordinate seamlessly, and our assassinations might interfere with each other, we can still cooperate in some ways."

"It's all my fault for being too arrogant, relying on my superior martial arts skills to try and gain the upper hand—ha, karma, karma."

He was filled with remorse, and an unnatural flush rose to his face as if he wanted to circulate his internal energy.

Li Fu observed his expression and knew that he wanted to sever his own heart meridian, so he immediately spoke up and asked another question that had been bothering him.

"etc.

I have another question.

You perfectly impersonated a wealthy and dissolute young master, capturing his demeanor, tone, and mannerisms flawlessly.

Even though I now know you are an assassin, recalling everything that happened before, I can't see anything unusual about you.

If it weren't for my own internal energy protecting me, I probably would have fallen for your trick.

How did you do that?

Have you ever heard of the Jin family of Jiangnan?

Upon hearing this, the Rooster asked the same question again, its tone a mix of reminiscence and self-mockery.

"Thirty years ago, the Jin family in Jiangnan was one of the wealthiest families in the region as silk merchants—that's because that's just my true nature."

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I was originally a spoiled brat who squandered his family fortune, spending money like water.

His family fortune was gone, his relatives and friends were scattered, and he suffered endless scorn and ridicule.

Fortunately—I have some talent in martial arts, and I've mastered some skills, so I became an assassin.

Originally, I wanted to save enough money one day to return to my hometown in glory and restore the honor of my ancestors.

Unfortunately—

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood halfway through his sentence, his head lolled to the side, and he died. It turned out that he had used his internal energy to sever his own heart meridian.

While ordinary acupressure can restrain the limbs, it cannot stop the internal energy from circulating throughout the body; otherwise, there would be no such thing as circulating internal energy to stimulate acupoints.

The heart meridian is an extremely fragile and vital point; even a master could kill himself by using just a trace of internal energy.

"----I see.

No wonder his acting was flawless.

Li Fu nodded.

A true playboy who fell from grace and became an assassin, when he reverts to playing the role of a spoiled young master, is indeed more authentic than any disguise.

"This person is really something, he always only says half of what he means, and even his death is so sudden."

"Killing him like this is too good for him. He hasn't even had a trial to confess all his crimes before being formally beheaded."

.

Song Zhaoxue wrinkled her nose, somewhat indignant.

"Dead—someone's dead!"

Someone shouted first, and the tea drinkers and waiters who had been hiding in the distance, watching nervously, suddenly shouted back. Many people rushed downstairs, and the entire teahouse was thrown into chaos in the blink of an eye, with noise spreading everywhere.

Those who are still alive are hiding even further away.

"stop!"

At this moment, Wei Ying stopped the attendants and singer Liu Yiyi brought by Youji, fearing that there might be assassins among them, and interrogated them with a cold face.

"Miss, spare us! This has nothing to do with us!"

Those people were already terrified out of their wits, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly, begging and pleading, claiming that they were only temporarily hired by Youji and had no idea that he was an assassin, let alone an accomplice.

These people are usually thugs and ruffians, but they wouldn't dare to act tough in front of such a martial arts master.

"I—I don't know anything."

Liu Yiyi turned pale and ashen, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. She could only cry and could not speak properly.

At this point, locals testified that these people were long-time residents and had no connection with the assassin from out of town.

Looking at the corpse of the rooster, Li Fu frowned slightly, lost in thought.

"Officer Li, what are you thinking about?"

Are they worried that the remaining villains will join forces to attack?

It sounds like there are a few extremely difficult people among them.

Seeing his expression, Song Zhaoxue leaned closer and asked.

"No."

Li Fu shook his head, his gaze falling on the corpse of the rooster, and slowly said.

"I'm wondering if there's a martial art in this world that can completely suppress a martial artist's internal energy, preventing them from using it at all, and even from severing their own heart meridian, so that they can be interrogated."

The only martial arts techniques he knows of that can achieve this are a few, such as the Illusionary Yin Finger, but he doesn't know when he will be able to obtain them.

"Now that you mention it—I do recall a martial art that seems capable of doing what you described."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhaoxue paused for a moment before replying.

"Even martial arts masters who have practiced for many years and have achieved great internal strength cannot commit suicide in front of him. Their lives and deaths are not in their own hands, and they are at his mercy."

"Oh? What kind of martial art is it?"

Li went to ask further questions.

I can't tell you.

Why?

Upon hearing this, Song Zhaoxue's face showed an unusual seriousness mixed with a hint of ambiguity.

"That is an absolute taboo."

Someone—someone is desperately trying to conceal its existence; anyone who knows that martial art often—doesn't live long.

Li Fu noticed that when she mentioned "that person," a complex and ambiguous hint of sarcasm flashed across her usually lively and spirited face.

Although it was fleeting, it was quite different from her usual image.

However, Li Fu did not investigate further.

Even hyperactive people have moments of silence, and good-tempered people have moments of anger; everyone has different sides to them.

Since she said it was a taboo subject, it must have involved a lot of issues, so it was inconvenient for her to say more.

"taboo?"

Li Fu nodded, indicating his understanding, and did not ask any further questions.

Although he couldn't help feeling a little curious.

Even a noblewoman like Song Zhaoxue considered it a taboo subject and dared not easily reveal it. Who is involved behind this?

"You just asked me if I was worried they would team up to assassinate me?"

Li Fu changed the subject, his eyes showing no fear, but rather a hint of sharpness, and laughed.

"No, if I had to say I only have one thought in my mind, it would be anticipation."

"expect?"

Song Zhaoxue was taken aback.

"good."

Li Fu looked out the window at the vast Mirror Lake.

"The sooner they arrive, the sooner I can put an end to this matter."

Instead of patiently waiting for them to come one by one, it's better to hope they all gather together sooner.

Ideally, they would all attack together in a coordinated attack.

That way, there won't be any more who, seeing the situation turning bad, hide away thousands of miles away, making it difficult for me to track them down later.

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He certainly looked forward to it.

By slaying the twelve fierce demons, one can achieve mastery of the Yi Jin Jing.

"The wonders of Yi Jin Jing lie not only in its ability to resolve foreign energies, heal injuries and prolong life, stimulate the heart and generate energy, protect the body with true energy, and cleanse the marrow with the Yi Jing, but also in its many other miraculous effects."

What Li Fu admired even more was its ability to "operate without thought, letting things take their course and never stop."

"Once the Yi Jin Jing is mastered, there is no need for deliberate practice. Whether walking, sitting, lying down, or even sleeping, the true qi will circulate automatically, constantly increasing one's skill!"

What does this mean?

For ordinary martial arts practitioners, the limit is five or six hours a day of arduous internal energy training; any more than that is too much for the body to bear.

Those who have mastered the Yi Jin Jing can practice for all twelve hours of the day.

He's not even twenty yet.

Li Fu wasn't greedy; he could easily live for another eighty years or so.

"Once you obtain the reward of mastering the Yi Jin Jing, you will not only immediately gain approximately sixty years' worth of pure internal energy, but you will also gradually gain one hundred and eighty years' worth of pure internal energy over the next eighty years of your life!"

In his later years, with centuries of accumulated skill gathered in his body, what level of martial arts prowess would he possess?

At that time, let alone the Twelve Fiends, even the top figures in the martial arts world would probably find it difficult to withstand his power in a single move. Killing someone like the Twelve Fiends would be no more difficult than crushing an ant.

Back then, he could single-handedly dominate kings and nobles, look down upon the martial arts world, and do whatever he wanted.

"Mastering the Yi Jin Jing is the foundation of invincibility."

How could Li Fu not be looking forward to it?

"You truly are a good official who hates evil and is determined to eradicate it completely!"

Song Zhaoxue didn't understand what Li Fu was thinking. She just thought he was righteous and eager to eliminate evil, so she couldn't help but admire him and patted Li Fu on the shoulder with a smile.

"A murder case? Where is there a murder case?"

Who is the murderer?!

Soon after, the constables of Jinghu Town arrived at the scene and were shocked by the bloody scene inside the teahouse.

Unlike the last time when no one reported the incident at the dilapidated temple in the wilderness, this time, seeing someone die in full view of everyone, they immediately reported it, and the county government sent people to the scene.

However, there was no need for Song Zhaoxue to reveal that intimidating imperial gold medal.

"The man is the assassin who tried to kill me."

Li Fu simply flashed his blue-robed constable's token and explained that this was one of the twelve assassins who had been hunting him down. He was a repeat murderer who had been killed on the spot.

The constable checked the token and saw that Li Fu was his superior.

The two women, Song and Wei, were involved in the murder case, yet they remained calm and composed, displaying neither extraordinary bearing nor daring to ask many questions. They quickly bowed and repeatedly said...

"You've worked hard, sir."

"Thank you, sir, for ridding the people of this scourge."

They indicated that they would handle the follow-up matters and then saw the three off.

A murder occurred in the teahouse, leaving the scene in a mess. Countless curious onlookers gathered from a distance, pointing and whispering, creating a noisy scene.

She could no longer stay to admire the scenery, and she only touched a few bites of the exquisite dishes that Song Zhaoxue had ordered.

"What a disappointment," Song Zhaoxue sighed. "I didn't get to see enough of the scenery, and I didn't eat well either. It's all because of these annoying assassins!"

My stomach isn't full at all.

"We'll have to eat somewhere else."

Li Fudao.

The three men led the horses over, and amidst the constables' earnest farewells, they set off again.

Watching the three figures disappear into the distance, a constable wiped the sweat from his brow and muttered to himself.

"Goodness gracious—is the head constable in blue really that powerful?"

I've heard of the Twelve Deadly Sins; they're a top-tier assassin organization in the martial arts world.

"Shouldn't only the elite constables from the Six Doors headquarters be able to deal with such a vicious person?"