Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Chapter 102 The Fragment of Forbidden Martial Arts (Two Chapters Combined)

When Song Zhaoxue and Wei Ying saw Li Fu's imposing presence and his overwhelming power over the three villains, they were overjoyed beyond words.

They gradually got into the swing of things and their teamwork became increasingly seamless.

Song Zhaoxue used the supple and enduring power of the Su Nu Xuan Gong to specifically entangle Wei Yang, who was the most seriously injured and had the fastest fist technique, preventing him from having a chance to catch his breath and launch a sneak attack on Li Fu.

Wei Ying, relying on the Spring on the Branch Palm, fought against the Ox. Although she could not win, she managed to tie down most of his energy.

After a hundred moves, Li Fu's hair was slightly disheveled and he had taken a few blows, but his eyes remained sharp as lightning, and his momentum only increased, like a divine sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed!

The three men, including Chou Niu, were all injured and in a sorry state.

The ox's chest heaved violently, each breath aggravating his broken bones, causing excruciating pain.

With only one arm, Wu Ma's attacks were greatly weakened, and he could only parry with difficulty.

The Sheep was barely breathing, sustained only by a fierce aura, with only a fraction of its former gentle strength remaining.

Even more fatally, as the fight progressed, the Qiankun Great Shift made it possible for Li Fu to read the three men's moves as if they were second nature.

Li Fu seized an opportunity.

Ugly Ox unleashed a powerful attack with both arms, striking with the Heavenly King Pillar, a gust of wind hitting his face as he aimed directly at the weakness of this fierce move.

Li Fu suddenly struck with a palm, aiming straight for his chest, forcing him to scramble backward.

Nianma rushed to the rescue, punching Li in the back of the chest.

Wei Yang also mustered his strength and pointed a finger at Li's waist, aiming at the tangled mess of hair.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Li Fu spun around in a flash, narrowly missing Wu Ma's fist by the slightest distance. At the same time, he changed his left palm into a dragon's tail swing and struck Wu Ma squarely in the side of his abdomen!

"Wow!"

Wu Ma let out a miserable howl, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He flew out like a tattered sack, crashing into a small tree about the size of a bowl, and collapsed to the ground, barely breathing. It was clear he was going to die.

"Wei Yang, you—you've killed me—!"

Almost at the same time as the attack on the midday horse, Li Fu's right arm, which had been under special attention, suddenly slammed backward with his elbow!

This collision, with its perfect timing, angle, and force, was the ultimate move of the Great Monument Slayer, the Reverse Bell Collision.

Wei Yang's tangled finger, originally aimed at his waist, met this fierce elbow strike head-on!

Click!

A clear cracking sound rang out.

"Ah, Wei Yang let out an extremely shrill scream. The bones of his right index and middle fingers, which he had pointed out, were shattered by the elbow strike. The pain was so intense that his vision went black and he almost fainted. He staggered backward.

Li Fu followed closely, his hand reaching out with a Dragon Claw move, his five fingers like hooks, and with lightning speed he gripped Wei Yang's intact left shoulder, and with a sudden grab, he crippled one of his arms.

Wei Yang screamed in agony, feeling a sharp pain on half of his body. He could no longer muster his inner energy, and his heart felt icy cold.

In the blink of an eye, the rabbit leaps and the cuckoo falls, the horse of noon dies, and the sheep of the eleventh hour is captured!

Only the Ugly Ox, with broken bones and severe injuries, remained!

"escape!"

Seeing his companions killed and captured, the Ox was terrified and had no will to fight left.

He roared and, without fighting to the death, turned and fled, using all his remaining inner strength in his legs as he ran desperately into the depths of the town!

"Trying to leave?"

Li Fu snorted coldly, flicked his fingers repeatedly, unleashing several finger-flicking techniques. The force of the energy surged through the air, and the sharp whistling sound was like an arrow shot from a powerful crossbow, striking the back of the ugly ox a dozen steps away!

puff!

Upon hearing the loud noise, the Ugly Ox turned around to defend itself, but it was too late. It spat out another mouthful of blood, and its massive body collapsed forward like a mountain collapsing and a jade pillar crumbling. After convulsing twice, it stopped moving, and its breath rapidly weakened.

The dust has settled.

Song Zhaoxue and Wei Ying stood up, slightly out of breath, but their faces were full of joy.

Song Zhaoxue stared blankly at the mess and corpses on the ground, seemingly stunned and shocked.

"Li Fu, you are really—you are really amazing."

He took on three of the twelve fiercest warriors with one hand and won!

Wei Ying was deeply shocked.

She came from a prestigious family and had seen many masters, but she had never heard of anyone as old, skilled in martial arts, and bold as Li Fu.

Li Fu, standing tall in the arena, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. The Nine Yang True Qi within his body continued to surge and circulate without hindrance.

During the fight, the tangled hemp finger-like alien true energy entrenched in the meridians of his right palm was completely powerless against his profound and pure Nine Yang Fundamental True Energy, unable to cause any trouble.

His gaze swept across the corpse of the horse, the reclining figure of the ox in the distance, and finally landed on the pale-faced sheep in his hand, and he said coldly.

"What I said is true: even if the three of you attack together, it won't make a difference."

Wei Yang, clutching his mangled hand, trembled, his face ashen, writhing in pain and terror. Looking at the young man before him, now a formidable figure after a fierce battle, he hissed, "You—what kind of internal energy do you practice—that my tangled hemp fingers couldn't kill you, otherwise—"

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When this matter was brought up, Song Zhaoxue stared at Wei Yang, her face unusually serious, and quickly asked a question.

"What do you mean by 'tangled hemp fingers'?"

I ask you, where did you learn this finger technique?

You just mentioned that you had a fortuitous encounter in your early years. How exactly did you obtain it?

Explain yourself!

Wei Yang glanced at the cold corpses of Chou Niu and Wu Ma not far away, then caught a glimpse of Li Fu's icy gaze, and Wei Ying, who seemed about to make a move, and his face trembled.

I know all too well that I am at their mercy, like a fish on a chopping board.

"The matter—now that things have come to this point, it's alright to tell you about it."

In my early years, I was actually a fortune teller who traveled around the country.

Although he knows a few basic martial arts moves, he can't be considered a master.

There's a saying among fortune tellers: it's hard to predict others' fates. After learning divination, I couldn't help but often try to predict my own destiny.

No matter how I calculated it, the divination indicated that I would die a violent death and not have a peaceful end.

As a result, I spent my days frowning at my small fortune-telling stall, and business became increasingly slow.

His gaze was unfocused, as if he were lost in memories.

"That day, I was still troubled by the bleak divination results."

An elderly man with a pale face and a hurried demeanor passed by my stall.

He looked to be around sixty or seventy years old, dressed plainly, but his eyes were extremely bright, and his breathing was somewhat unsteady, as if he were being chased.

Seeing my worried face, he stopped and asked me with a smile: "Strange, fortune tellers are usually people who help others solve their problems, so why do you look so distressed?"

Looking like this, who would dare to come to you for divination?

"At the time, I was in a state of distress, so I poured out my troubles, saying that no matter how I calculated it, I was destined to die a violent death and I didn't know how to resolve it."

Upon hearing this, the old man showed no sympathy. Instead, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he clapped his hands and laughed.

A violent death? Haha, what a coincidence!

I have poured my heart and soul into creating a martial art, but most of those who learn it are destined to die a violent death!

I am nearing the end of my life and cannot bear to see this unique skill lost. I am looking for a successor.

"You fortune teller, since you're destined to die a violent death, do you dare to try and learn my skill in achieving the same?"

Li Fu was surprised to hear this.

It was indeed an extraordinary encounter.

By having one's fortune told and engaging in a long sigh, one can unexpectedly acquire a unique skill.

As Wei Yang finished speaking, a complex expression appeared on his face.

"How could I have believed it back then?"

He thought the old man was talking nonsense. What kind of martial art in the world would lead to a violent death if you learned it? Wouldn't that be a curse?

Besides, since I have already calculated that I am destined to die a violent death, what difference does it make whether I study or not?

However, if one learns it and truly acquires powerful martial arts skills, one might even be able to change their fate.

With this hopeful thought in mind, I nodded in agreement.

The old man didn't say much. He took a thin booklet out of his pocket, tossed it to me, and said, "Take care of yourself." Then, just as he had come, he hurriedly disappeared into the crowd, as if someone was chasing him.

The booklet contained the incantation for practicing this "Tangled Finger" technique.

Master Baishi gave a bitter smile, looked up at the sky, and sighed.

"I've always thought that fortune telling and divination are mostly tricks used by charlatans to fool people. Even though I make a living from it, I don't necessarily believe it completely in my heart."

But it seems today—my fate of dying a violent death is truly about to come true here.

Because I was destined to die a violent death and had acquired unparalleled martial arts skills, I decided to become an assassin, earning money and enjoying life to make the most of my short life.

Unexpectedly, he lived to a ripe old age, thinking he could escape the divination.

In the end, he still died a violent death on the street.

It's ironic. He's wrong eight or nine times out of ten when predicting other people's fortunes, but the very prediction he made about his own violent death is coming true.

Wei Ying, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but speak up.

"Actually, your previous fortune telling wasn't necessarily entirely inaccurate."

Your predictions about my young lady's early life were almost entirely accurate, even including the details of Officer Li's journey to the capital.

Li Fu sneered, "His predictions for Zhao Xue were nothing more than the usual rhetoric of charlatans, ambiguous and open to interpretation. They are nothing more than a display of real skill."

As for me,

His sharp gaze was fixed on the White Stone Taoist.

"You described my background so accurately that I had doubts at the time. I felt there were only two possibilities: one was that I had really met an unparalleled living god."

Secondly, there's suspicion. You investigated me meticulously, and I suspected you then. But I never imagined this tangled mess of fingers would be so domineering; anyone who clashed with you was bound to fall victim.

"Of course, this tangled mess finger technique is actually a fragment of that martial art."

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Song Zhao sighed.

"If that martial art didn't exist, the world might not be the way it is today—"

"What do you mean?"

This statement was quite startling, and Li Fu pressed for further details.

"This matter is a deadly taboo."

Believe me, Li Fu, I'm not telling you this for your own good; I can't say too much.

Song Zhaoxue bit her lip, and that enigmatic expression reappeared on her face.

"All you need to know is that a long time ago, there was an extremely secretive and powerful hidden sect in the martial arts world. They were very strict in accepting disciples, and always valued quality over quantity."

His successors occasionally appear in the martial arts world, and each one is stunningly beautiful and invincible, stirring up a storm.

Later, that sect became taboo because of its signature martial art.

Everyone who had seen, heard of, or understood the inner workings and essence of that martial art—was subjected to decades of relentless and ruthless investigation and elimination, with the aim of completely erasing any trace of it from the world.

"The old man that Bai Shi Dao Ren encountered was very likely the one who, during this long chase, managed to obtain a fragment of that forbidden martial art."

Even if it is a fragment, some people do not want it to reappear in the world and be in the hands of others.

The person who obtained the fragment seemed to know the taboos and risks involved, but he still couldn't resist the temptation of the unparalleled martial arts. He used that fragment of the finger techniques as a foundation to create a new style called "Tangled Finger."

They thought they could pull off a deception, pass off the real thing as the real thing, and evade capture.

As it turns out, he still couldn't escape.

Perhaps unwilling to let his martial arts skills be lost forever, he passed them on to this Taoist priest, Bai Shi, before his death.

As Song Zhaoxue spoke, her gaze fell on the sheep on the ground, her tone cold.

"That person did not lie to you. Anyone who gets involved with this martial art will not escape a violent death."

Even if you don't die at our hands today, you will surely suffer a terrible fate someday.

"Hehe—hahaha!"

There's no need to spout any fantastical tales, like the legendary, unparalleled successors of some hidden sect, or the pursuit of everyone associated with their martial arts.

I've never even heard of it.

He even tried to intimidate me before he died.

Wei Yang then realized that Li Fu and the other two were not going to let him go, so he no longer needed to be afraid.

He laughed hoarsely, then suddenly looked at Li Fu, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

"Li Fu!"

Although you were lucky enough to kill the three of us today, the remaining members of the Twelve Fiends will surely avenge us!

Just you wait. Five of us have fallen at your hands one after another. The bounty we've accumulated within our organization is enough to drive anyone in the world crazy!

Killing you is equivalent to the life savings any one of us would accumulate through a lifetime of hard work.

In terms of martial arts, the three of us are not even among the top few of the Twelve Fierce Stars. Next time will be your death day.

It's a pity—a pity my tangled mess of fingers—"

On his deathbed, he was still thinking about how his signature skill, which made him famous, had failed to kill Li Fu and obtain that large sum of money.

Having said that, the White Stone Taoist suddenly jabbed his other finger into a vital acupoint on his chest. His body shuddered, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last.

Li Fu watched quietly from the side and did not stop it.

"Judging from the behavior and words of Wu Ma and Chou Niu before they made their move."

As the Rooster had previously stated, the relationships among the Twelve Fierce Fates were indeed distant. They were wary of each other, had limited knowledge of their companions' martial arts skills, and could only roughly guess their strength based on their battle records, which was often inaccurate.

Just like the Sheep, who was previously seen as a person with unfathomable martial arts skills by the Horse and Ox, they had no idea that his assassination achievements all came from this unpredictable and tangled finger technique.

"The tangled hemp finger technique, though it has many limitations, is undeniably a unique and domineering skill."

Li Fu had no intention of interrogating or seizing anything; he killed and defeated enemies without ever relying on underhanded tricks or sneak attacks.

Although he hoped to obtain a martial art that could restrain internal energy and prevent people from losing control, the "Tangled Finger" only made people afraid to use their internal energy due to fear of the chaos of their true energy.

"It is of no use to those who have no way to live and are determined to die."

Whether the finger techniques that came with the original forbidden martial arts truly possessed such unpredictable power remains unknown.

However, judging from Song Zhaoxue's expression and tone when she brought it up again, this taboo is probably not unfounded.