Under the fist

Chapter 60: Using Eyes to Intimidate the Enemy, the Real and Fake Bandit Leaders (Seeking First Subscription)
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Just as Lian Youming and Eighth Master were about to make their move,

On the train, a young girl was cautiously glancing at the carriage where Lian Youming was, stealing glances at the thieves guarding the entrance.

It was Zhao Xiaozhi!

She was supposed to get off at Jinmen, but she sensed that something was wrong with Lian Youming's situation, so she followed him as if possessed. She was even more surprised to see someone jump off the train, especially from the last carriage.

It wasn't until Zhao Xiaozhi looked through the glass of the door at the figure inside, so powerful and domineering, that she sat back down as if in a dream, her eyes filled with disbelief and utter shock.

But as her pretty eyes darted around, the girl suddenly caught sight of a man walking out of the carriage—a man with a mustache.

……

in the carriage.

"Let's finish this as soon as possible. After I've dealt with you, I can still get back to Tianjin for some morning tea before dawn."

Eighth Master rolled up his sleeves and laughed unrestrainedly.

Lian Youming laughed too, "Bragging."

Finally, he gestured with his chin toward the group of thieves outside the carriage, "What, aren't they coming in?"

Eighth Master said in a calm tone, "Being the boss isn't easy. Who knows if there are any spies from other families among these people? I don't want to let the treasure I'm about to get slip away. Besides, you've already shown your skills, but you haven't seen mine yet. If I hide in the back when facing a young man who's exhausted, it won't be easy to win over the masses in the future."

"Someone as ruthless as you, who disregards human life, actually thinks he can follow the rules."

Lian Youming swallowed the blood in his mouth, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

Eighth Master turned the thumb ring on his thumb and sighed, "You can't do without rules. If the boss doesn't follow the rules either, who knows what kind of chaos will ensue. They'll all be clamoring for rebellion, fighting each other openly and secretly. I might not even know how I died in the end... Also, I only do business and rarely kill people. You're an exception."

After exchanging a few words, the two suddenly changed the subject.

"bring it on!"

"come."

A few seconds later, across the aisle, Eighth Master made the first move. He swung his waist, hooked his right arm around Lian Youming's ear and elbow, and smashed it straight at Lian Youming's face. Even his face became fierce and terrifying.

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.

With just this one move, the shirt trembled and a strong wind pierced the air, demonstrating the immense and powerful force contained within.

Lian Youming was startled to feel a sharp, needle-like pain on his face. The heavy elbow was right in front of him, causing a visceral pain. He forced his breath, turned his upper body to the side, and in the instant he dodged the elbow, he threw a punch. The punch was as heavy as a hammer and aimed straight at his opponent's heart.

Unexpectedly, the Eighth Master raised his left arm again, this time with a heavy elbow strike. The elbow struck the fist, and the two men's expressions changed the moment they collided.

Feeling the force coming from his left elbow, Eighth Master's expression turned solemn.

For a martial artist, unleashing internal energy is extremely taxing on their vital essence. In the heat of the moment, their blood and qi surge, their heart and lungs throb, and the consumption is undeniably intense.

Lian Youming was clearly not old, and after just experiencing a siege, he should have shown signs of fatigue. However, his punches were still fierce and powerful, incredibly heavy, making him as strong as an ox.

Moreover, what kind of freak is this kid? He uses the Tai Chi hammer technique, which uses softness to overcome hardness, in such a domineering way. It's simply heretical. Could it be that he wants to follow in Yang Luchan's footsteps?

"Kid, we've been watching you closely."

Lian Youming was also startled, feeling a sharp pain on the back of his hand, as his "Silk Reeling Force" was actually shaken apart.

The force from the other side was also quite penetrating, like a spear thrusting in, fierce and sharp.

But he had no intention of backing down from the fight. A weak opponent would be boring; how can one know one's own strengths and weaknesses if one has no opponents?

Moreover, with Xue Hen and Gong Wuer ahead of us, how could we not strive to catch up?

The moment their fists and elbows collided, both seemed intent on a head-on confrontation. They sidestepped and kicked, squeezing into the aisle like two crabs, then shifted sideways and, without further ado, launched another punch or elbow.

Lian Youming clenched his fists, narrowed his eyes, and a gust of wind swept across his fists, making a continuous whistling sound.

It's still the Tai Chi hammer.

Li Da once said that mastering just this one skill would be enough to allow one to roam freely in the martial arts world.

Without many fancy moves or variations, Lian Youming swung his fists, and with his imposing and imposing body, he was like Li Yuanba in the world, his fist shadows flying and his fist winds hitting the air repeatedly, shaking people's eardrums and making it hard to breathe.

The Eighth Master opposite him flipped his elbows repeatedly, his cotton-padded sleeves stretched taut and rounded, his face as cold and white as iron, also meeting force with force.

The two men fought and moved towards the back of the carriage. As they clashed, the seats along the way swayed precariously, as if some raging beast had pushed them over, groaning under the weight of the pressure.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

A terrifying collision sound rang out rapidly between the two, like a thunderclap.

Lian Youming had just taken a Iron Mountain Strike from his opponent, and his blood and qi were already churning in his chest and abdomen. Now, upon the collision, it was like a raging fire meeting dry wood. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a stream of hot blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

But his momentum showed no signs of weakening; on the contrary, it grew even more ferocious and intense. His fists thrust straight in and out, their force chaotic. His eyes, swirling with blood and qi, turned a crimson hue, revealing a terrifying ferocity as he grinned.

"Enjoyed!"

Eighth Master's expression was also ferocious, his face turning from white to green. With just a few flicks of his elbows, the sleeves that were originally stretched out silently burst open, revealing a patch of purplish-blue skin.

Lian Youming's fists also quickly became red and swollen under the impact of the force, with blood droplets splattering, it was unknown whose blood it was.

"That's what you call being nosy."

When the Eighth Master moves, he is as fierce as a tiger or leopard. As he parries with his elbows, his momentum rises steadily. His legs swing like a tiger's tail, kicking, sweeping, and stomping, even incorporating spring kicks and jabs, trying to squeeze into an open space.

In the narrow and cramped passageway, Lian Youming's movements were restricted, and he suffered repeated setbacks when he was not careful. However, instead of showing any surprise or anger, his fighting spirit grew even stronger.

Eighth Master was initially pleased with his initial advantage, but looking at Lian Youming's crazed face, a strange sense of apprehension flashed in his eyes. Moreover, as the fight progressed, he realized something was amiss. He had ordered his bandits to launch the initial attack precisely to ascertain Lian Youming's strengths, especially his terrifying Tai Chi hammer technique, which he feared most. This was why he had devised a plan to counter Lian Youming's fists with elbow strikes, and many other strategies to defeat him.

No matter how many ideas he had, he could only parry and defend against Lian Youming's overwhelming fist force. He couldn't use any of his ideas, and if he changed his move, he would probably face a life-or-death calamity.

"Damn it, I've been tricked. Is this kid trying to wear me down by relying on his strong blood and energy?"

Being a seasoned veteran, Eighth Master guessed Lian Youming's plan in the blink of an eye.

"fall!"

Seeing that Lian Youming's blood and qi were as strong as a tiger, and that Eighth Master's tongue was as sharp as thunder, his eyes wide open, and his center of gravity lowered, he took advantage of the moment when the two of them were separated, and with his elbows, he used the force of a mountain to slam forward.

This move involved both gains and losses; the gain was the initiative to counterattack, while the loss was taking a heavy punch.

"Pass!"

Lian Youming's punches were like hammer blows, landing squarely on Eighth Master's waist and abdomen.

"Ok?"

The moment the fist landed, the cotton-padded coat around Eighth Master's waist collapsed, leaving a fist-sized dent. However, the force of the punch, which should have shattered his liver and kidneys, was actually significantly reduced.

It turns out that Eighth Master took the opportunity to bend his waist and abdomen outward, shortening the distance for Lian Youming to exert force.

Even so, a sharp pain was already coming from my ribs.

The force is short, so it naturally attacks the surface.

Despite his broken ribs, Eighth Master was laughing wildly. Trading two broken ribs for a chance to defeat the enemy was certainly a worthwhile trade.

Looking at Lian Youming again, he was hit by this sudden mountain-leaning strike. Even though he was heavy, he was still thrown backwards and fell to the ground.

To sacrifice oneself to seize the opportunity for victory?

This tactic reminded him of Xie Laosan's method of cutting off an arm and replacing an eye.

Lian Youming narrowed his eyes, shook his arms, and his muscles rippled and moved, constantly stabilizing his center of gravity.

"Hey!"

But the Eighth Master named "Song Fei" had been waiting for this moment. He took a step forward, used the back of the chair for leverage, leaped up, and then his right leg bent down and slammed down hard.

Lian Youming was thrown backwards and trapped in the passageway. Not only was it difficult to gain leverage, but it was also impossible to move. Then he felt a pain in his chest as the Eighth Master pressed down from above, his right knee striking down on his chest with immense force.

Feeling the immense force emanating from his chest, Lian Youming's breath hitched. He could have parried with his hands, but in that case, he would have no power to retaliate. He feared that the moment his body hit the ground would be the moment he died. If he were to be hit squarely by that heavy knee strike, he might even cough up his heart and lungs.

Without panicking or rushing, as the ground drew closer, Lian Youming lightly pressed his left hand on the other's knee. His slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened under the light, bursting with a sharp light, like a ferocious tiger opening its eyes. The fine blood vessels in his eyes seemed to merge into a pool of blood-red water, carrying a terrifying and fierce aura as he stared at Eighth Master from afar.

"Ok?"

Outside the window, the snow was thick and the night was dark, making the lights inside the carriage even dimmer.

As Eighth Master saw his killing move about to succeed, he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. But the instant Lian Youming's eyes narrowed, he felt as if his vision was reduced to just those two eyes, captivating and mesmerizing, causing his mind to waver. But it was only for a moment. When he came back to his senses, the smile on his face was gone, replaced by a chilling fear.

"What method is this?"

Lian Youming's feet, which were off the ground, were firmly planted on the ground, but his entire body was leaning backward in an extremely strange posture, almost level with the ground, but he just couldn't fall down.

This was thanks to the solid lower body technique passed down by Li Da. The two of them moved up and down, and Lian Youming pushed off with one foot, using the strength of his waist to forcefully straighten his body like a pendulum. His left hand grabbed Eighth Master's right knee, while his right hand pressed his palm against the other's chest, lifting him up completely.

"It happened!"

Eighth Master's face turned deathly pale. In a moment of distraction, he realized the difference between life and death.

Lian Youming lowered his eyes, grinned, and remained silent. His body, which had been standing firmly, suddenly fell down again.

He had just stood firm to stabilize his center of gravity and generate power, but now, falling, it was as if the sky had fallen and the earth had collapsed. As the saying goes, power comes from the ground. Eighth Master was grabbed by Lian Youming and swung over his head like a windmill, slamming him hard into the ground.

"Wrestling?"

Eighth Master was terrified and tried to break free, but he was in mid-air and the force generated by the fleshy palm on his chest was very strange, constantly disrupting his center of gravity. Not only was his body stiff and numb, but his arms were also unable to exert any force for a moment. In his struggle, he could only push with his left knee and frantically slammed into Lian Youming's chest.

"Let go!"

"Bang bang bang..."

In a short while, Lian Youming endured three heavy blows, coughing up blood, but his maniacal laughter only intensified. Instead of letting go, he gripped even tighter.

With two "coo coo" sounds from the toads, the ground was rapidly approaching, and the scene before them was staring at Eighth Master's ashen face.

The two of them fell sideways to the ground simultaneously, without prior agreement.

"Oh!"

"Wow!"

When Eighth Master fell from this height, he felt his internal organs shift and his bones crack and pop all over his body. He felt a burning sensation in his mouth and nose and immediately choked on a mouthful of hot blood.

At the same time, Eighth Master exhaled sharply and quickly flipped over to stand up. He could not be captured by Lian Youming again. Taking advantage of the moment when his muscles and bones were contracted, he braced himself with his fists, and the Two Elements Stance was instantly formed, which was straight at the figure in front of him who was also quickly standing up.

But after that heavy slam, his body and spirit were almost completely shattered, so how much strength did he have left for that elbow strike?

Lian Youming straightened his back and arched his spine, his feet sinking down suddenly, neither dodging nor avoiding, trying to parry the attack head-on.

If the opponent can gain a chance to win by injuring himself, why can't he?

"what!"

Seeing Lian Youming's stance, Eighth Master's expression changed drastically. But since things had come to this, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and deliver a powerful elbow strike.

However, as a large hand cupped his abdomen, Eighth Master's pupils immediately contracted.

"It's over."

The next second, a tall, thin figure was seen flying backward, his arms and legs flailing, before crashing heavily into the inner wall of the carriage.

Before he could react, another burly figure followed closely behind, striding like a shooting star. With a single, swift movement, he pressed his palm against the former's chest.

Looking at the fleshy hand pressed against his chest, Eighth Master leaned against the carriage, his face ashen. "Heh, in this world, the rich have always looked down on the poor, the tall have always despised the short, and the wicked have always bullied the good. Even if you kill me, someone else will do the same thing. Can you kill them all?"

Lian Youming raised his eyebrows and met the other's eyes, saying casually, "Then kill them one by one. Let's kill them first and talk about it later."

After speaking, he subtly clenched his right palm, his entire right arm bulging and throbbing, then pressed down heavily. In an instant, a domineering and fierce force burst forth from his palm, slamming hard into Eighth Master's chest.
"puff!"

Eighth Master's tense and struggling body immediately slumped against the inner wall, and his cotton-padded clothes looked like a trumpet flower that had exploded, with cotton fluff pouring out like snow.

The man's limbs hung limply against the inner wall, but his eyes could still move, as if he were trying to struggle to his feet. "Cough cough... Spare... Spare my life... I am Bajiquan..."

Lian Youming took a half step back, met the other's eyes, and said expressionlessly, "Disappointing."

Before the other party could finish speaking, he threw out and pulled back his right fist. As soon as the fist passed, a fist-sized dent appeared in the shirt on Eighth Master's chest. He was as if he were stuck to the wall, his head tilted to the side, and he became completely still.

After doing all this, Lian Youming sat down next to Yan Tao.

To his surprise, the dirty little girl suddenly approached Eighth Master's corpse, took off the thumb ring from his thumb, and even took the money pouch from his pocket.

Lian Youming slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, quietly watching everything unfold.

When the young girl opened the car door and struggled to drag Eighth Master's body out, he finally realized that the girl was planning to use the act of disposing of the body to obtain money.

Lian Youming stopped the other party's actions, but instead winked at the group of thieves outside the carriage and pointed with a smile at the corpse on the ground.

Before long, the two men mustered their courage and jumped off the train through the back door with Eighth Master's body.

Yan Tao finally came to her senses and stammered, "Are you...are you alright?"

Lian Youming shook his head. "Don't worry about me. The night is still long. You should get some sleep. We can talk about it when it's light."

Yan Tao had been living in fear and was exhausted. Hearing these words, she felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted. She huddled up, wrapped herself in her coat, and closed her eyes. Soon after, she began to snore softly.

"Was that qigong you just used?"

But some people in the carriage were still awake.

The disheveled girl who was protecting her grandmother was staring intently at him, her face flushed with excitement, as if she had thought of something.

Lian Youming chuckled, but his expression quickly froze. This looked just like his own when he first met Xue Hen after going to the countryside.

"This is called internal martial arts, not qigong."

The little girl seemed to be deep in thought, but then she seemed to remember something, "I just peeked and there seemed to be someone standing behind that Eighth Master, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye."

Lian Youming was taken aback, then narrowed his eyes and thought about it carefully, his face gradually darkening.

He remembered; it seemed to be a man wearing a melon-shaped hat, with a mustache, and a leather vest.

That person wasn't among the people we just fought.

its not right.

If this person were Eighth Master's subordinate, he shouldn't be standing behind Eighth Master.

Even the Eighth Master himself said that he was afraid that there were spies under his command, so how could he trust someone else to turn their back on him?

That means Eighth Master was aware of the other party's actions.

In that case, the man with the mustache is no ordinary man.

A trusted confidant or someone else?

Lian Youming's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly considered another possibility, "Could the one I just killed have been a scapegoat?"

With this thought in mind, his breathing became steady, and his eyes began to look playful.

After the fierce battle, those thieves and knife-wielders who could still move were either crippled or crippled, and some even had their livers and kidneys injured by him, and were already on the verge of death.

If the other party is indeed the leader of the thieves, then they will definitely have to wait for an opportunity to act; otherwise, they will probably not reappear.

We can only wait and see.

"Are you from Shanxi?"

Lian Youming wiped the blood off his hands. He wanted to talk to the little girl for a while, but he didn't expect that she had already fallen asleep while holding her grandmother. She must have been terrified.

Watching the two of them sleeping in each other's arms, he shook his head and sat down to rest with his eyes closed.

Time passed slowly, and the train made several stops along the way. People came and went, but there were hardly any people sitting down in their carriage.

As the darkness outside the window gradually faded, a golden sun rose over the distant mountains, and the morning light burst forth like a ten-thousand-foot sword, breaking through the clouds and illuminating all directions.

Another new day.

"Cigarettes, sunflower seeds, and boxed lunches!!!"

The flight attendant's shouts could be heard from afar.

The boxed meals on the train were inexpensive, costing only about 30 cents if Lian Youming remembered correctly. No tickets were needed, and they were meat-based with generous portions.

But looking at the middle-aged female flight attendant in front of him, he felt that something was off.

Last night, this person seemed to dislike the grandfather and grandson intensely, but now he's actually willing to push a boxed lunch over here.

Lian Youming pursed his lips and chuckled, "Eighth Master, you've revealed your true colors!"

The female flight attendant was taken aback at first, then put her hands on her hips and said angrily, "What 'Eighth Master' or 'Ninth Master'? I'm not trying to be mean, but your ideological awareness needs improvement, young comrade. What era are we living in..."

Lian Youming was also taken aback. Looking at the two carriages in front, he saw that there was another female attendant who looked exactly the same.

"Who is that?"

The flight attendant nearby said impatiently, "That's my sister. Haven't you ever seen twins before? Do you still want your boxed lunch? She refused to come over because she thought it smelled bad here. I'm just worried you might be hungry."

Lian Youming felt a headache coming on. It turned out he had guessed wrong. He shouldn't have such wild thoughts. "Yes, let's each have one."

(End of this chapter)