Chapter 68: Ridiculous

Chapter 68 Ridiculous

"Okay." Li Xinzhu looked at the villa in the distance, thought for a while, and then evacuated.

On the way back, Wang An drove much slower. On the surface, he seemed to have calmed down, but his blood was still boiling.

In this period of practicing Kung Fu, this can be regarded as the first real actual combat. In the past, the competition in private martial arts schools, so far, at most there were some bruises. Tonight was different, someone had to go down.

He didn't hold back his hands. It's hard to say how badly those people he injured were injured, but most likely they wouldn't die.

The car is driving in the dark,

Behind him, in the abandoned villas, the man who fought with Wang An endured the pain in his back and came to the villa, seeing people wailing on the ground.

“That’s awesome. When did such a master come to Hu’an City?”

He looked up and walked upstairs. Every step he took, there was a pain in his back. This pain was not only on the surface, but also penetrated down his back and into his lungs.

“It was such a strong palm, the force penetrated into the internal organs. This palm may have damaged the lungs.”

He slowly went upstairs and saw the two people, one lying on the ground and the other leaning against the wall.

I took out a small flashlight from my pocket and looked at the man lying on the ground. His fingers were bent, and there was a little light in his right hand, which was a steel needle.

“Flying needle!”

He turned around and looked at the other person. His head was drooped. There was a pool of blood on his clothes. It looked like he was no longer breathing.

The light of the hand lamp fell on the man's fingers. The man's fingers were extremely thick, like five steel bars.

“Jie Mai Fist should be called the Jie Mai Finger.”

He slowly approached the other party.

“Have you run out of energy? It’s a pity.”

He spoke in a low voice, raised his hand suddenly, and pinched the other person's throat with five hook-like fingers. He squeezed hard, but the other person didn't react at all.

"Really dead? No, there is still a pulse." He felt the fluctuation of blood vessels in the other person's neck, which was very weak. He raised his hand and put it to his nostrils to try, and there was still a trace of breath.

“If he’s not dead, that’ll be easy.”

In the sound, he turned back sharply, with five fingers like a hook, and was ready to do it at any time, but saw the empty behind him. Except for the person who had fallen, he had nothing.

no one?

When he looked back again, a finger pierced his eye.

Ah, there was a scream and he took a few steps back.

Then the second finger stabbed his throat. There was a crisp sound and the throat bones shattered. He covered his throat and took two steps back. His face was full of pain and shock, but he could no longer make any sound. Come.

His, hoo, hoo, hoo,

The man who was breathing weakly leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

After Wang An left, he leaned against the wall. He was sick and seriously injured and needed rest and healing.

Not long after, the man in front of him came up. He knew that he couldn't win against the opponent in his current state, so he pretended to be injured and unconscious, risking his life to make Xu Ying give up his worries.

You must know that the other party could have broken his neck just now.

He stood up and walked unsteadily to the side room. Like a drunkard, he came to the corner of the villa, pulled out a rope from the darkness, slid down with difficulty, and then disappeared into the jungle.

“Revenge for a friend is ridiculous, ridiculous!” A ferocious smile appeared on his face.

“There is still a chance after leaving here.”

There was a sudden violent surge in his back, and his vision went dark. In a daze, he saw a black shadow flash past in front of him.

"who?!"

He staggered and fell forward. He hurriedly reached out and grabbed a handful of grass. Those grasses could not bear his weight. He fell down, but there was a **** blocked by grass. .

He rolled down in a gurgling manner, unable to stop at all. He hit a rock with a thud, and his head was bleeding. After a few pulls, there was no movement. After a while, there was already a body underneath him. A large pool of blood.

In Hu'an City, Wang An has returned to his residence.

Enter the room, turned on the light, poured a glass of water, sat at the desk, thinking about what happened tonight. After returning home, his mood has calmed down a lot.

He reviewed it in his mind and carefully recalled his fight with Gu Qingshan and Xu Ying tonight several times.

In fact, it boils down to a few words, speed, power, and skill.

The Jie Mai Fist used by that person is actually more appropriately called the Jie Mai Finger. It is very similar to martial arts such as Yiyang Finger and Sunflower Pointing Hand written in novels. It is a Kung Fu that causes damage by hitting the acupuncture points and meridians of the human body.

His attacks are quick, accurate, and ruthless, and he can identify acupoints very accurately. He uses stabbing as his main attack method.

The Eagle Claw Skill is mainly a skill on the fingers. It is good at grabbing joints. As long as it is held by him, the joints will be broken, resulting in disability, or even death.

The man practicing Jeet Mai Quan smells of medicine. He must be sick. And what he said.

"Seeds can regenerate creation. Isn't it similar to the Five Animals Opera that I practiced? He wants to find that thing to cure diseases. What about the other people? What are they doing for it?"

“The man practicing the Eagle Claw Technique also has a faint smell of medicine. Is he also sick?”

He took out the notebook and wrote a few words.

For him tonight, the biggest gain was the experience of life and death fighting.

When he fought with the first person, he was actually very nervous and his heartbeat was pounding. However, when he fought with the man practicing the Eagle Claw Kung Fu, he became much calmer.

After sitting quietly for a while, he came to the yard again, thinking about the fight, and started practicing in the yard again.

Practice for a while, stop and think about it, and then continue practicing. After practicing for a while, go back to the house.

He recited the Taoist scriptures several times before going to bed. Even so, he still had a dream that night. In the dream, he fought with someone. Sometimes the person used Jie Mai Fist, sometimes he used Eagle Claw Kung Fu, and one person became two.

Li Xinzhu didn’t come until the afternoon of the next day. When he entered the room, he looked at Wang An differently than usual and circled around him several times.

“Tsk tsk tsk, tsk tsk tsk, oops.”

“What’s wrong? You have a sore in your mouth?”

“Last night, a master appeared on the outskirts of the city. This man wore a monkey-face mask. He wounded more than a dozen knife-wielding thugs, and also injured the master invited by Yang Xianhua. The man died.”

"He's dead, isn't it?" Wang An was stunned when he heard this. He had never thought of killing anyone.

“It was not the man in the mask who killed him. He was killed by the Jie Mai Fist. He was blinded in one eye, broke his throat bones, and suffocated to death.”

oh? ! Wang An was startled by these words.

(End of this chapter)

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