Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 80 Killing Techniques

Cockroaches have unparalleled resilience; their exoskeleton can withstand pressure nine thousand times their own weight.

As time went on, Song Zhaowen's mutation deepened, and like Spider-Man Peter Pat, he gradually evolved and discovered various special abilities of a mutated spider.

Although Song Zhaowen's skin appears normal, if someone were to examine it under a microscope, the stratum corneum of his skin would be noticeably different from that of a normal human, possessing the same resilience as a cockroach.

While it didn't reach ninety times, it was still seven or eight times.

But that's already exaggerated enough.

Unless Yuan Qingnan's punch weighs over a thousand pounds, it would be a pipe dream to take down Song Zhaowen.

While Song Zhaowen's killing skills are still somewhat inferior to Yuan Qingnan's, his ability to withstand blows is far superior to Yuan Qingnan's.

Since coming to Hong Kong, whether it was Lian Haolong of the Chung Yee Society or several of the leading red sticks of the Wo Luen Shing Society, they had all easily fallen into Yuan Qingnan's hands, but this was the first time he had encountered someone like Song Zhaowen who fought him to a standstill.

"Hahahahaha!"

Yuan Qingnan shook his fist, which was slightly numb after colliding with Song Zhaowen. Instead of being angry, he let out a wild and arrogant laugh.

"Interesting, really interesting." Yuan Qingnan stopped laughing, his narrow eyes fixed on Song Zhaowen as if admiring a novel toy. "How could such a small place like Hong Kong produce a tough guy like you?"

It seems I underestimated you Chinese before!

If fists can't take me down, then I'll use Broken Blade Style Karate!

He slowly raised his hands, palms outstretched, fingers together. In the dim light, the edges of his hands seemed to gleam with a cold, metallic sheen.

This school of thought emphasizes the sharpness of the hand in a knife strike.

In addition, during the Japanese invasion of China in World War II, a large amount of Chinese martial arts were looted. It is clear that the style of Hara Aono was heavily influenced by Iron Palm. His palms were constantly tempered in iron sand, and being able to break a stone with one palm was considered a success.

Yuan Qingnan's physique is different from ordinary people, and he is also a typical martial arts fanatic.

He pushed the Broken Blade Style Karate to its limits.

A pair of hands can be shaped like knives, capable of splitting rocks and shattering iron.

He once tested it and found that, with full force, he could split open a car door. If this were used to cut a person, it would be almost the same as being chopped with a knife.

With his invincible hand chop, he is strong enough to rank among the top five in the entire Yamaguchi-gumi, and at a young age, he leads the Yamaguchi-gumi branch, Tojo-kai.

No wonder this person doesn't take Hong Kong's underworld figures seriously.

Song Zhaowen's strength is enough to prove that Yuan Qingnan has mastered the Broken Blade Karate Style.

"However, the game ends here. Your fists are hard, and your body is very resilient, like an unkillable cockroach. But a cockroach is ultimately just an insect."

Yuan Qingnan slowly crossed his hands in front of his chest, assuming a peculiar starting stance. His entire aura changed instantly, as if he had transformed from a drawn sword into a sharp, invincible samurai sword.

"Let me show you what true martial arts are! What true killing techniques are!" Yuan Qingnan's voice was as cold as shattering ice: "To die under the 'Broken Blade Style' is an honor for you, a Chinese warrior."

This time, it was no longer that ghostly advance, but rather like a mountain collapsing, with steady and oppressive steps. With each step, the mud and water on the ground seemed to be shaken away by an invisible force.

As the distance closed, Yuan Qingnan raised his right palm, his five fingers pressed together like a knife, the edge of his palm facing Song Zhaowen, and suddenly delivered a diagonal slash! The movement was extremely simple, without any fancy moves, yet it was as fast as lightning, carrying a terrifying aura that seemed to tear everything apart!

The force of the palm strike was so fierce that it even drowned out the sound of the rain.

Song Zhaowen's pupils contracted sharply as his dynamic vision instantly captured the trajectory of the "palm strike." Although he was confident in his defense, who would want to be stabbed for no reason?

With a sudden change in footwork, he slid to the side and back, while simultaneously bending his left elbow and delivering a vicious "heart-piercing elbow" strike to Yuan Qingnan's wrist as he swung it down, using offense as defense and strength against strength.

"A trivial skill!"

Yuan Qingnan sneered, and his slashing hand suddenly changed direction halfway, turning the chop into a slicing motion. His palm edge was like a real steel knife, slicing towards the inner ligament of Song Zhaowen's elbow joint as he crashed in. If this strike landed, it would be enough to temporarily cripple Song Zhaowen's entire arm.

Warning bells rang in Song Zhaowen's mind. He abruptly stopped his elbow strike, his arm muscles bulged, and the mutated structure under his skin instantly strengthened, preparing to take the blow head-on.

"Tch~"

The edge of his palm rubbed against the skin of his arm, making a teeth-grinding sound! Song Zhaowen felt a burning pain in his arm. Looking down, he saw that his tough, leather-like mutated skin had been cut open with a deep gash, and blood gushed out instantly! If his bones and muscles had not been strengthened as well, his bones would probably have been broken.

Such sharp hand blades! This is hardly flesh and blood! Song Zhaowen was greatly shocked.

"See that? You Chinese pig! Japanese martial arts is the number one killing technique in the world!" Hara Aonan's madness intensified after his successful strike. He pressed his advantage relentlessly, unleashing a series of slashes with his palms like knives! Chopping, slicing, cutting, stabbing—the moves were completely unpredictable yet continuous. Each strike was aimed at vital points such as joints, throat, temples, and heart, with tricky angles and incredible speed.

The palm strikes whistled, leaving trails of white energy that were almost visible to the naked eye in the rain.

Song Zhaowen also brought the fierceness of Bajiquan to its extreme, using his fists, elbows, knees, and shoulders to fiercely clash with the indestructible "hand knives".

"Bang!" "Smack!" "Sizzle!"

The sounds of collisions and physical impacts rang out in rapid succession.

"Hahaha, that's exhilarating!" Yuan Qingnan grew more and more excited as he fought, his eyes gleaming with cruel and gleeful light. "Yes, that's it! Struggle, fight back! Let me see how long you, this Chinese cockroach, can hold out!"

His fierce vertical slash was dodged by Song Zhaowen, who sidestepped and struck the tree trunk with his palm.

"Snap!"

The tree trunk, as thick as a bowl, was cleaved an inch deep by this single palm strike, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Yuan Qingnan withdrew his hand, flicked off the wood shavings, and looked at Song Zhaowen with a mocking, cat-and-mouse gaze: "How many blows can your tortoise shell withstand? Ten? Twenty? Wait until I chop off your arms and legs, dig out your heart, and see if it's as black and stinking as a cockroach inside!"

The language was foul and extremely insulting.

It's not that Hara Aono talks too much nonsense; using words to disrupt the other person's mind and make them lose their composure is also a form of Japanese martial arts.

Of course, Song Zhaowen would also talk trash, and the following few sentences made Yuan Qingnan go berserk on the spot.

"Chopping wood?" Song Zhaowen moved his left arm, which had just been slashed. The joints burned with pain, but his bones and muscles were undamaged. His strength after the mutation far exceeded his expectations. "Japanese boy, with that kind of strength, no one would want you even if you chopped firewood in the back alleys of Kowloon Walled City."