Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 256 The Shores Shattered by Tremors
Xu Laohu's eyes darkened, and as his eyelids tightened, his cheeks also tensed up, as if he were gritting his teeth.

Two large, sloping veins bulged out, extending down to his temples.

Chu Tianshu keenly sensed that the person's breathing had become sharper and faster.

The inhalation speed is almost ten times faster than that of an average person, and it starts from there, with the speed continuing to increase.

Chu Tianshu had heard about several unique boxing techniques when he chatted with Zhong Jinqiu before.

For example, the "tooth strength and qi technique" in White Eyebrow Fist.

Many Southern Fist styles emphasize exhaling and making a sound when practicing at home, using sound to guide the Qi. However, White Eyebrow Fist is different.

If a practitioner of White Eyebrow Fist understands the power of teeth, then during practice, they rely on clenching and tapping their teeth, grinding their teeth to adjust their breathing. By generating power from the roots of their teeth, their breathing naturally changes accordingly.

Once you've mastered this skill, with just a flick of your teeth, you can instantly improve blood circulation; the two large veins on your forehead are a testament to this rapid acceleration of blood flow.

Chu Tianshu had initially guessed that this method of using teeth to invigorate blood circulation seemed to involve some application of sound waves.

At this moment, with his hearing, he indeed caught some high-frequency sounds that ordinary people cannot hear.

Like the roar of some invisible monster.

When Xu Laohu used this method in the past, he could make his opponents around him feel involuntarily anxious and distracted.

But between Chu Tianshu's brows, there was a hint of appreciation and amusement, as if he had heard some expected music.

With no more distractions, Xu Laohu made his move decisively.

The three of them, including Qian Zuiweng, each had the souls of two preachers attached to them.

However, Xu Laohu possessed a vast and powerful primordial force, which he himself had not fully digested, and thus could not contain the souls of others.

At this moment, when he made his move, his power was thoroughly masculine.

It even carried a feeling that the scorching sun had exceeded its limit, and the grassland was about to turn into a desert.

Light, airflow, and even the acrid smell were all distorted.

Xu Laohu's figure flickered six times in the distortion, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right.

On the seventh attempt, he finally teleported in front of Chu Tianshu and unleashed a punch.

hold head high! !

The roar of the invisible monster suddenly reached its peak.

It turns out that this tortuous movement trajectory is designed to maximize the power of sound waves, much like the control of a musical instrument.

Chu Tianshu's right arm flashed without warning, and his right hand was already in place, blocking Xu Laohu's fist.

Karaara!!
As their fists and palms collided, Chu Tianshu's feet sank into the ground, and more than a dozen deep and long cracks appeared on his back, spreading out in a fan shape.

Along the way, the blue bricks cracked, revealing the compacted soil beneath multiple layers of bricks.

The city walls of Luoyang were so thick that they were comparable to the surface of a street. They were built using rammed earth as a base, with multiple layers of bricks piled on the outside.

The reason for using this method to build city walls is twofold: firstly, conditions were limited in ancient times, and secondly, this method has stood the test of time and has its own advantages.

Rigid objects like bricks and rocks are more likely to break and collapse when subjected to the impact of catapults or even modern artillery shells.

The inner walls, with their rammed earth foundations, are better able to absorb damage and maintain the overall structure from collapsing.

Tonight, the damage caused by the mortars and grenade launchers mostly only affected the surface brickwork.

However, these cracks that are now expanding and spreading, each one is surging with an invisible and vibrating force.

The soil, hidden deep beneath layers of bricks and stones, was also stirred up, and tiny particles rose up from the cracks.

At first glance, it looks as if incense sticks are lit in those dozen or so deep cracks.

What Xu Laohu used was the "True Explanation of the Fierce Tiger," which is the original power of Lü Bu.

The character 虓 has the same pronunciation as 骁 in 骁勇, and both can be used to mean heroic and brave, but the former has a more tyrannical connotation than the latter.

The original meaning of this word is the roar of a fierce tiger.

Xu Laohu used this power to propel his White Eyebrow Fist, and it became unstoppable.

He didn't utter a single word, but his fists unleashed a destructive roar.

The moment his first punch was blocked, he had already thrown seven more punches in a row, seven punches after seven punches.

As long as the sound waves from the fist fail to destroy the target, this vibration will continue to reverberate around.

His punching speed could be increased again, and the shadow of his punch almost had a high-frequency flashing feel.

Like a silent beast, it tries to chase the frequency of ultrasound with its own physical fists.

Roar!! Roar!! Roar!!
No wonder he said he wasn't afraid; in his current state, he simply didn't have the energy to think about whether he was afraid or not.

Rather than saying he was fighting using the power of the original texts, it would be more accurate to say he was being swept up in the fight by the power of the original texts.

At this moment, standing before him was none other than Chu Tianshu, or even a vast army.

He would only try to carve out a straight path and sprint away.

But Chu Tianshu received more than thirty punches from him.

Not only were they not hit, but they didn't even retreat.

Only the smoke particles rising from the cracks trembled continuously.

Those tiny yellow dust particles trembled once more.

Chu Tianshu's hand, seemingly as fast as the trembling of those grains, touched Xu Laohu's elbow.

A burst of blue lightning erupted, then vanished in an instant.

Unlike his previous parries of Xu Laohu's punches, this time his attack was slightly faster than Xu Laohu's punch, thus accurately hitting the pressure point on Xu Laohu's elbow.

Xu Laohu's right hand suddenly convulsed, and his left hand instinctively moved horizontally.

Boom! ! !
Chu Tianshu shouted and punched him in the left arm.

This punch was incredibly powerful; when it was thrown, one could almost hear the sound of the ocean surging and the waves crashing against the rocks.

When the force of the fist encounters the power of the original, it involuntarily spreads out, showing a tendency to be released. However, Chu Tianshu's fist power is so focused that it penetrates into the bone marrow as soon as it spreads to the forearm area, and then fully erupts.

Xu Laohu's left forearm bone flashed, shifting as a whole, resulting in a dislocated elbow.

"Come!"

Chu Tianshu shouted and his second punch, as fast as lightning, landed on Xu Laohu's stomach.

Xu Laohu's heart skipped a beat, and he felt as if all 84,000 pores of his body were wide open, and he felt an indescribable sense of emptiness.

His limbs and bones seemed completely unharmed.

But it also seems that most of the spirit has dissipated, and half of the soul has crawled out from the top of the head.

That was the power of the original text automatically protecting its master, but it was knocked back by Chu Tianshu's punch.

Awe-inspiring, divine intent, like towering waves crashing against the sky.

The power and force of the fist, like a sudden storm or a crashing wave!

Xu Laohu felt good; his soul was indeed almost leaving his body from the force.

But before his soul could completely fly away, Chu Tianshu's third punch landed on his face.

The transparent soul above Xu Laohu's head shattered in horror, and his physical body flipped over.

His whole body looked like a giant windmill, or like he was doing somersaults.

After quickly flipping twenty or thirty times, it finally crashed to the ground with a thud.

Chu Tianshu took more than thirty punches from Xu Laohu without getting hurt.

Xu Laohu received Chu Tianshu's three powerful punches delivered in the blink of an eye.

He died on the spot, his soul scattered.

After Chu Tianshu delivered those three punches, he lowered his head slightly.

His breath, like flowers and clouds, stirred up the surrounding dust particles, causing them to slowly descend.

Strike quickly, but exhale slowly, so that the turbid air can be completely dispelled.

The intense blue light in Chu Tianshu's eyes gradually revealed the whites of his eyes, irises, and pupils, just as the tide receded.

Finally, only a few bluish lights remained in the depths of the eyes, shimmering and sparkling.

This state of unleashing full potential and achieving perfect harmony of spirit and energy naturally makes every move exceptionally lethal.

However, each move consumes energy and spirit in all aspects, which is quite a burden.

"Martial arts ultrasound, huh? The original text is indeed very strong, but the user's willpower is not strong enough!"

Chu Tianshu turned to look at Qian Zuiweng, his eyes clear and no longer possessing the same intense sense of holiness and strangeness as before.

Now he looks more like a human being.

The old drunkard had been desperately trying to encourage himself and struggle.

If Chu Tianshu hadn't used enough power to seal his acupoints, he probably would have been completely neutralized.

Seeing Chu Tianshu now, Qian Zuiweng seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, and his whole body relaxed.

"you……"

Qian Zuiweng forced a reply, "Did you just use the original text, or something else?"

Chu Tianshu's interpretation of the Nan Hua classic is still not quite mature enough.

It's fine to use it casually, but when he enters that "stormy and turbulent" state, it becomes a different story.

His entire body was surging with power, like a mighty wind and thunder, extremely fast and fierce, and it suited his heart perfectly.

In contrast, using the power of the original texts, which one is not yet proficient in, would disrupt the rhythm.

"It's martial arts, it's boxing!"

Chu Tianshu flexed his hands and casually clenched his fist. "With your skill level, the Silver Needle Bewitching Technique is basically useless against you."

"I also need to figure out how much force to use in a punch, enough to give you a concussion and make you near death, but not so fast that you'll die, so you'll have to confess."

The moonlight in the sky is lonely and desolate.

The old man, drunk, gazed at the night sky reflected in his eyes, muttering to himself.

"So, martial arts can be practiced to this level..."

Chu Tianshu raised an eyebrow: "It's like you only found out today that there's still a road ahead. You haven't mastered the Three-in-One Body yet, and you still have the Martial Stove God."

"Judging from your appearance, you were already highly skilled in martial arts when you were in your prime. If you had been willing, you could definitely have continued to practice. But you haven't practiced properly since then. There's a medicinal smell in your blood. You've only been relying on tonics to keep yourself healthy."

The old man's sentimental musings were abruptly interrupted, leaving him caught in a limbo, his face gradually flushing red: "You..."

Chu Tianshu continued, “Don’t think of yourself as a person who has been searching for martial arts in vain. You’re just about to die and know that all enjoyment is no longer around, so you’ve started to appreciate the benefits of martial arts.”

"The things you gradually abandoned, you only want to retrieve and touch them on your deathbed, to adorn your remains. Do you think martial arts are like the cats and dogs you casually raise?"

Even if it's just a cat, it's only because you spend a lot of time with it that it will stay with you.

Not to mention martial arts.

Qian Zuiweng's face twitched, and his breathing quickened slightly: "You, you, you want to know where the altar is? I'll show you the way now, and then you'll just give me a quick death!"

Chu Tianshu stopped talking and stared at him for a moment.

"It sounds like the truth."

Chu Tianshu grabbed him and released the pressure points on his right hand.

The old drunkard hurriedly gave him directions.

"there!"

(End of this chapter)