From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

"what?"

Seeing that his pull had failed to knock Xiao Sun down, Niu exclaimed in surprise. He still gripped the end of the stick tightly with his right hand, but suddenly his waist and shoulders sank, and at the same time, he pushed his right arm forward with force, using the force of the pull back to push the long stick back.

"Bang!"

In the quiet courtyard, a gust of wind rustled.

Niu Da's push actually created a strong gust of wind!

His palm strike, seemingly simple, actually combined the force of Xiao Sun's thrust with his own waist and stance, creating a powerful and fierce attack, as if pushing a mountain.

Xiao Sun felt a tremendous force coming from the staff, but instead of resisting it, he touched the ground with his toes, twisted his waist, and used the force to take two steps back lightly. He then tapped the ground with the end of the staff and used the momentum to deflect most of the force, bringing his body to a steady stop.

"Ha!"

"As expected, it's a solid, hard-hitting match..."

Xiao Sun let out a muffled groan, his arms gripping the stick and jerking it with a whooshing sound, yet his feet seemed rooted to the spot, firmly planted in place, assuming a rock-solid stance.

His stance, with the end of his staff diagonally touching the ground and the head pointing directly at Niu Da's central gate, suggested an impending storm, even before he made a move.

He glared at them angrily.

But Niu Da's right palm was like pushing a mountain, maintaining the posture of pushing the stick, his body as steady as a mountain, not moving an inch in the wind.

He simply stopped, scratched his head, and chuckled, "Hehehe, little Sun, your fists aren't as hard as mine. Yunniang... doesn't like those soft sticks."

boom--

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Suntou, who had just steadied himself with his stick, stomped through the blue bricks, swung his long stick fiercely, and glared at the ground like a god of death.

"You beast! Die!"

Niu Da's gaze sharpened, but he neither dodged nor avoided. He simply lowered his stance, his lower body as stable as a rock, and his arms bulged out like iron gates.

"Bang--!"

With a muffled thud, the sticks collided.

The long stick struck the arm, which was as hard as iron, and was suddenly bent by the heavy and fierce recoil force, and then bounced back to its original shape!

"Boom!"

The stick trembled violently, yet continued to hum.

Xiao Sun felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth and almost lost his grip on the long stick. He involuntarily took half a step back, loosening and tightening his grip on the stick to dissipate the force of the strong rebound.

"Hehehe! So soft! So soft!"

Niu Da grinned and chuckled.

Xiao Sun's gaze sharpened: "I was too hasty and almost lost my composure."

He pondered for a moment, then picked up the stick again.

"Bang—!"

The long staff was shaken to create a strong wind, and the boxing stance was set up again.

Instead of making a move, he remained still while the enemy did not move.

"Phew~~"

As soon as Xiao Suntou assumed his boxing stance, Niu Da across from him suddenly stopped laughing, then stomped his feet and abruptly lowered his waist to sit on a horse stance.

The thick right arm slowly retracted, while the left hand pressed lightly against the chest and abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, the ox's chest swelled up at a visible speed, like a bellows, as if containing a thunderclap, and a deep, long "ho" sound came from its throat.

"Hiss—"

Inhale, allowing the surrounding airflow to sink into the dantian.

"call--"

He exhaled, and a stream of white air shot out from his mouth and nose.

Just as he exhaled that puff of white breath, Niu Da's slowly retracting right arm suddenly transformed into a blurry black shadow, carrying all the breath he had just inhaled and the explosive power of his twisting waist and stance, and thrust straight out!

"Bang--!"

The fist pierced the air like a black dragon emerging from a mountain.

His right arm jerked, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

But his punch was interrupted halfway through by Xiao Sun's long stick.

With a slight flick of his wrist, Xiao Sun caused the end of the stick, which was pointing diagonally at the ground, to suddenly thrust backward. Using the rebound from the ground, he slid the stick about a foot out of his hand, then grabbed it again with his other hand, the stick tip protruding like a serpent raising its head.

"Snapped!"

The snake's head flicked its tongue, striking the wrist joint of the bull, who was about to unleash a punch.

This seemingly light tap was actually a precise strike, hitting the Yangchi acupoint on the back of Niu Da's wrist.

The Yangchi acupoint, also known as the Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian, has abundant nerves and blood vessels. Striking this acupoint can cause the wrist to become numb and weak instantly.

As soon as the stick fell, Niu Da felt a numbness in his wrist, and the powerful force of his fist, which had been gathered like a mountain, dissipated in an instant.

But that's not all.

With his long stick, Xiao Sun struck Niu Da's wrist with deadly precision, delivering another accurate pressure point strike in the brief moment when Niu Da's wrist was numb and sore.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the stick struck the Niu Daling acupoint, also known as the Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian. After being hit, the palm becomes numb and tingly, and the wrist joint becomes difficult to bend. It is an effective acupoint for controlling arm movements.

Although Niu Da's fist technique was powerful, he had not yet reached the highest level of martial arts. His muscles, bones, and skin had not been tempered to the point of being as strong as a dragon, let alone the internal energy stored in his acupoints. Therefore, when two major acupoints were hit in succession, his muscles and tendons became sore, swollen, and numb, and he could not throw a punch. His fist technique, which was aimed directly at Niu Da's vital points, had to be interrupted halfway.

"This... is the 'using length to defeat dullness' technique that Brother Jiang taught me!"

Little Sun raised his eyebrows and thrust forward in a horse stance, brandishing his staff.

To deal with all kinds of hard-hitting moves, Xiao Sun had stayed up all night memorizing them, but this kind of boxing style that did not follow any rules or regulations was particularly unfamiliar to him, so he was still a step behind when he tried to use it.

But right now...

But the outcome was decided in a single move.

"call!"

They used long sticks to chop and smash, then placed them on the ox's neck.

Little Sun glared angrily: "You damn scoundrel, tell me right now, where are your two brothers hiding?!"

Niu Da was honest and simple-minded, and Xiao Sun would never believe that he would come looking for someone with such cunning.

But if someone instigates or directs it, it's a different story.

But he was a dull and unresponsive man. Apart from his two brothers, who else could he possibly persuade?

The result... was self-evident.

Little Sun asked.

But Niu Da remained silent.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, carrying a bit of yellowish smoke, which drifted into Xiao Sun's mouth and nose.

"This is...."

"Smoke!"

Xiao Sun's eyes widened in fear, but he didn't have time to hold his breath. He had just fought fiercely with Niu Da and was taking a breath when he naturally inhaled through his mouth and nose. Unexpectedly, the yellow smoke took advantage of the situation and filled his lungs like water.

"Ha!"

Xiao Sun shook his head, trying to dispel the drowsiness that kept rising in his mind. Then he bit his tongue, used the long stick in his hand to support himself on the ground, trying to stand up, but his limbs felt like they were filled with lead and kept falling downwards.

His vision blurred, and he could only make out the figure of Niu Da, which resembled a small hill, swaying and overlapping in his field of vision, until finally... it gradually became blurry.

"Hmm..."

"What a low-level tactic!"

Xiao Sun struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, but the long stick that had been supporting him had slipped from his grasp and crashed to the ground with a clatter, causing his legs to buckle and him to collapse unconscious.

His eyes were dark.

Consciousness was gradually swallowed up by darkness.

Just before his vision was completely swallowed by darkness, Xiao Sun vaguely glimpsed two figures slowly appearing behind Niu Da...