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

Chapter 93 Monster

Because Yuan Qingnan discovered that Song Zhaowen's fist had mysteriously disappeared at the last moment; no, it didn't disappear, but rather it deflected slightly at a speed and angle far exceeding his reaction limit, grazing the edge of his hand strike, while at the same time, a terrifying gust of wind rushed towards him.

In Yuan Qingnan's vision, Song Zhaowen's figure seemed to appear as a double image for a moment.

That's not a double image; it's just a visual residue left behind because the speed was too fast.

"What?!" Yuan Qingnan was shocked. His keen senses and reactions, honed over three months, were still no match for Song Zhaowen's movements.

"Bang!"

The heavy thud was like a hammer hitting a sandbag.

Song Zhaowen's fist, which seemed to have just brushed against the hand chop, had somehow transformed into a palm, with his five fingers like steel hooks, precisely gripping Yuan Qingnan's outstretched wrist! At the same time, his other hand moved with lightning speed, delivering a vicious "heart-piercing elbow" that struck Yuan Qingnan squarely in the center of his chest.

The "Heart-Piercing Elbow" is the most lethal move in Bajiquan.

"Uh~"

Yuan Qingnan felt as if his chest had been struck head-on by a speeding truck. His proud, well-honed body was torn apart like paper the moment it made contact with the opponent's elbow, by a more ruthless and violent force. His sternum groaned under the strain, and excruciating pain overwhelmed his senses. He was sent flying backward by the elbow strike, his feet leaving the ground.

"Pfft!" While in mid-air, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

But it's not over yet.

Song Zhaowen's hand, gripping his wrist like an iron clamp rooted to the ground, suddenly pulled Yuan Qingnan back the moment he was sent flying! At the same time, his footsteps followed like a ghost.

Yuan Qingnan's body was forcibly pulled back from the backward flight by this strange force, and his center of gravity was completely out of balance! He tried to struggle, but he felt like a cub being grabbed by a prehistoric beast, powerless to resist.

Song Zhaowen's eyes were icy, and his movements didn't falter in the slightest. The moment he pulled Yuan Qingnan back, his shoulder slammed into the other's chest like a battering ram.

Bajiquan - Sticking to the Mountain!

"Thump!!!"

A duller, more terrifying impact resounded! Yuan Qingnan felt as if every bone in his body was about to shatter from the impact! His internal organs seemed to have shifted! Blood gushed from his mouth and nose again! Like a kite with a broken string, he slammed hard against the wall behind him, creating a human-shaped dent in the already dilapidated wall, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards!

"Cough—cough cough—" Yuan Qingnan slumped against the corner of the wall, feeling dizzy and his ears ringing. His whole body ached, especially his chest and back, which felt like they were about to split open. His proud killing-style martial arts were utterly useless against Song Zhaowen's absolute strength and speed.

He struggled to lift his head and looked at Song Zhaowen, who stood a few steps away like a demon god. The other man wasn't even covered in dust, and his eyes were terrifyingly calm, as if the series of thunderous blows just now were nothing more than a casual gesture.

"No—impossible—" Yuan Qingnan coughed up blood, his voice hoarse and filled with disbelief. "I—I trained for three months—the secrets of the Broken Blade Style—how could this—how could this—"

"Ascetic training?" Song Zhaowen stepped forward slowly, each step feeling like it was treading on Yuan Qingnan's heart. "You think you're the only one making progress?"

He stopped in front of Yuan Qingnan, looking down at this opponent who had once put immense pressure on him.

Three months of intensified alienation allowed him to reach a whole new level of control over his body and application of power.

If before it was about borrowing the cockroach's instincts, now it's about consciously integrating and mastering that power. Five times the strength? Five times the speed? Those are just the basics. More importantly, there's a comprehensive improvement in neural reflexes, dynamic vision, muscle control, and resilience, as well as a terrifying amplification of the powerful and aggressive style of Bajiquan.

Hara Aono's martial arts prowess is the limit of human potential.

Song Zhaowen's "evolution" has already entered the realm of the inhuman.

This isn't a difference in martial arts, it's a difference in species!

In their first fight, the two were able to go toe-to-toe, but in this second fight, it was a complete beating.

What is despair? When Yuan Qingnan thought he had made great progress, but in reality he couldn't even see the other person's back anymore, his mentality completely collapsed.

"Monster—you are a monster—" Yuan Qingnan murmured, his eyes unfocused.

Song Zhaowen shrugged. Yuan Qingnan had guessed right. That's right, he was a humanoid beast in human skin. Otherwise, how could he dare to go alone?

Clenching his fists, he prepared to send Yuan Qingnan to hell.

"Ya Butterfly!"

A woman in a kimono rushed out of the master bedroom, her eyes brimming with tears, and knelt before Song Zhaowen in a dogeza (a traditional Japanese swearing posture).

It is Tokugawa Takako.

Hara Aoyama's wife!

Under the dim light, Tokugawa Yuki's appearance came into clear view. She wore an elegant indigo-colored modified kimono, but the expensive fabric was now covered in dust and stains, and several tears made her look even more disheveled. However, her disheveled appearance could not conceal her breathtakingly beautiful and distinctly Japanese charm.

Her long, jet-black hair, like the finest silk, lay scattered on the cold cement floor, a few strands clinging to her sweaty forehead and pale, almost translucent cheeks. Her face was small, with a pointed chin, and her features were so exquisite that she resembled a lady from a ukiyo-e print.

Her slender, willow-leaf eyebrows were furrowed with pain and fear. Beneath her thick, curled eyelashes, her almond-shaped eyes, which should have been alluring and captivating, were now filled with terrified tears. The shimmering water and the gentle flow of light conveyed a pitiful fragility that could move even the hardest-hearted person.

This guy loves his wife to the core. Even when he came to Hong Kong to do business, he couldn't bear to leave his wife in Japan. Of course, this carjacking incident was also orchestrated by Tokugawa Takako, who contacted the elite forces of the Tojo Clan.

"Takako, don't beg him, don't worry about me, just run!"

"Run? Do you think I'm a saint?"

Having made up his mind, Song Zhaowen first knocked Tokugawa Takako unconscious with a karate chop.

A rope slung diagonally across her rounded shoulder and precisely tightened around her papaya-shaped toe!

The full, ripe peach-like curves were tightly held and pushed upwards by the ropes, almost breaking free from the constraints of the kimono's collar, outlining a breathtakingly rounded silhouette under the taut fabric.