The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 152 Death and the Fat Receptionist (6)

This was the first time Qiao had been so close to Yu Xiaoning.

Previously, the two special agents had been wary of him, but now that they were preoccupied with their own problems, they had naturally let their guard down and were not letting him get close. They couldn't protect Yu Xiaoning.

What I want is to get closer!
The gun holster was empty, but the knife holster was not.

As Qiao stood up and regained his footing, a cold glint flashed through the air...

…………

"Bang~"

Zhao Xiaochui slammed his hammer on the ground again; he had lost count of how many times this had happened.

He only remembered that hitting different places produced different sounds.

He could have outlasted Old Man Lou with his youth, but he also outlasted the fat receptionist.

This situation is a temporary misunderstanding.

He thought he could easily defeat the old master with a flurry of punches, but when he rushed over, he was just getting beaten up. All his attacks were blocked by Old Man Lou's arms, and he couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Old Lou is right. Compared to internal martial arts, what I practice really does look like calisthenics.

However, this set of broadcast gymnastics is not the widely popular ninth version, but rather a version optimized by thermal flow...

The tenth set!
He rushed forward like a whirlwind, and the fat receptionist lying in a pool of blood made him not dare to waste a single moment.

Zhao Xiaochui slowed down as soon as Old Man Lou approached.

Unexpectedly, this time Old Lou did not counterattack, but instead delivered a straight shot down the center line, forcing Zhao Xiaochui to block with his hands crossed.

Unexpectedly, Old Man Lou turned his fist and spiraled in like a cone, breaking through Zhao Xiaochui's force-dissipating movement—Internal Martial Arts: Drilling Fist.

Immediately afterwards, Old Man Lou took a step forward and unleashed his internal martial arts style, the Cannon Fist, like a cannon firing, aiming straight for Zhao Xiaochui's chest.

"boom!!!"

Zhao Xiaochui crashed into the outer wall of the old shop, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Old Lou, seizing the opportunity, pressed on relentlessly. He took a half-step forward, slamming his leg hard on the ground, shattering a section of paving stones, and charged towards him with speed comparable to Zhao Xiaochui.

The fat woman was clearly dying; he needed to get rid of her quickly and make a run for it.

Internal Martial Arts - Xingyi Techniques - Half-Step Collapse.

A single, short-range explosive punch targets the lower abdomen, which, according to internal martial arts, is the dantian.

Zhao Xiaochui gritted his teeth, steadied himself, and spread his arms to drive.

Traditional Chinese Medicine Internal Exercises: Eight-Section Brocade - Seven Backbends Eliminate All Diseases

Sink the force and deflect it!

"Pfft~"

A mouthful of blood sprayed onto Old Man Lou's face. After taking a punch, Zhao Xiaochui grabbed his arm.

He opened his bloody, white-toothed mouth and gave Old Man Lou a ferocious smile.

Internal martial arts emphasize using qi to control force, and the entire body is a forbidden zone within three feet, making it impossible for ordinary martial arts practitioners to get close.

However, the skill that traditional Chinese medicine excels at most lies in observing qi and differentiating pulse!

Old Lou shouldn't underestimate the power of traditional Chinese medicine's internal energy cultivation.

But he shouldn't have let Zhao Xiaochui get close and hug his arm.

In that instant, Zhao Xiaochui's pupils suddenly contracted.

The surging Qi and blood in the old man's body were clearly visible, like an unfolded meridian diagram—Qi gathered in the chest, passed through the tailbone, traveled to the dantian, and then dispersed into the limbs, circulating endlessly like a ring.

It's now!

His life force suddenly disappeared, and his face aged visibly. A warm current entered Lou Laotou's body through their contact.

Traditional Chinese Medicine Internal Exercise: The "Xi" Character Technique.

Traditional Chinese medicine states that one can benefit others at the expense of oneself, but it can also harm both oneself and others!
Zhao Xiaochui used all the strength in his abdomen to exhale sharply: "Hiss—"

A breath as sharp as tearing silk exploded, the sound wave piercing Old Man Lou's eardrums.

The internal energy flowing smoothly within the old man's body suddenly stagnated.

In that split second, Zhao Xiaochui's right fist arrived.

Traditional Chinese Medicine Internal Exercises - Eight-Section Brocade - Clenching Fists and Glaring to Increase Strength

Technique: Short burst.

The Ren meridian, one of the eight extraordinary meridians.

The Tanzhong acupoint is the key point of Qihai.

The lightning-fast right hand slammed towards Old Man Lou, but this time, it brought not salvation, but destruction!

"Bang~"

Old Lou's eyes bulged out, and his burly body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the brick road ten meters away.
Water and blood splattered at the same time. Before they could dissipate, Zhao Xiaochui leaped into the air like a ghost, his knees like hammers, slamming hard into Old Man Lou's chest.

The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaochui was like a madman, his fists raining down like raindrops.

Without any rules or routines, every punch was imbued with overwhelming hatred.

"Bang bang bang!"

The dull thuds of fists colliding with flesh were incessant.

"Fuck your mother's mother!"

"Fuck your mother's mother!"

"Fuck you..."

…………

As Yu Xiaoning gazed at the incoming flash of the blade, she was surprised to find that her heart was as calm as still water.

She slowly closed her eyes, a thought flashing through her mind—if her sacrifice could provoke the anger of her superiors and lead to a thorough investigation, perhaps Aunt Chen's predicament could truly be resolved.

Let us repay this life-saving grace today.

To everyone's surprise, the expected excruciating pain did not occur.

A series of chaotic sounds suddenly exploded in my ears: the muffled thuds of flesh colliding, the vibrations of heavy objects falling to the ground, the crisp sounds of metal utensils rolling, interspersed with a nauseating stench of decay.

Just as Yu Xiaoning was about to open her eyes to look around, her vision was completely obscured by sudden darkness—a giant trash can fell from the sky and slammed down on her. The bottom of the can hit her head, and Yu Xiaoning, slumped in the overturned trash can amidst the stench:

"Ugh~~"

Ma Jinfang was so dizzy and disoriented that the underground garbage truck circled twice before finally pinpointing the location of the large green garbage bin that had been used to impound the master's guest.

She lifted the bucket and Yu Xiaoning upside down with both hands, as if scooping up dumplings, and scooped him in.

Afterwards, Ma Jinfang placed the large trash can on the large garbage truck, ignored the injured people scattered all over the ground, started the vehicle, glanced in the direction of the old shop with worry, and then resolutely sped off in the opposite direction.

There's a bit of danger at the master's place; she needs to prioritize the safety of the master's guests.

…………

The circulation of Qi and blood in Old Man Lou's body was completely disrupted.

With each heavy blow from Zhao Xiaochui, the originally smooth internal energy circulation was broken into stagnant fragments, which were then swallowed up one by one by the heat flow.

Ignoring Zhao Xiaochui's strong inner resistance, the heat flow transformed these energies on its own, continuously replenishing his depleted life force.

As Zhao Xiaochui mechanically swung his fist, he was internally fighting against the surge of heat.

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

As if sensing something, the heat flow also stopped transforming.

Zhao Xiaochui tried to stand up, but collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut—his body was completely drained, and he had exhausted even the last bit of strength.

He began to crawl on all fours, inching his way toward the fat receptionist.

His hands and chest were rubbed raw and bloody from the rough ground, but he was completely unaware.

"Mother, I've knocked him down, we should go now."

He trembled as he reached out to touch the dagger in the fat receptionist's abdomen, but pulled back abruptly just before making contact.

He stared helplessly at her, barely breathing—he could treat any injury except for that fatal wound.

Even with a comminuted fracture, he can use heat to piece it back together piece by piece.

But what's the use?

That was a fatal wound!

Zhao Xiaochui stared blankly at the fat receptionist's pale face. He had clearly left two warm streams inside her as a safety net, yet she had used them to throw her life away!

This woman just doesn't want to live anymore.

How much pain must that be?
Zhao Xiaochui reached out his trembling hand and stroked the fat receptionist's face.

Having been reborn, I have given you hope for revenge.

What about before rebirth?

How desperate do you have to be?

And so, you still remember to bring me a bowl of hot porridge?

Zhao Xiaochui curled up in the chubby receptionist's arms like a wounded kitten.

"Mother, let's go home."

The transformation of life has begun.

The heat seemed to sigh as it drained from every corner of his body, slowly flowing towards the fat receptionist.

Its owner is aging at a visible rate.

(End of this chapter)