A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 89 Abandoning good for evil is as easy as a landslide.

Liu Jingtang is a very talented person.

When he was very young, the people around him told him this, and he also believed it himself.

He was also a lucky person.

At that time, the most famous martial arts school in the Xinmagang area was Dai Tianliu's Dai Family Xingyi Quan School. When Liu Jingtang was eighteen years old, he was already the top disciple of this school.

Even those who were clearly older than him called him senior brother and admired his boxing skills.

However, if you asked him at eighteen to name the luckiest thing that ever happened to him, he would definitely answer.

The luckiest thing was that I met the love of my life that year. Her name is Fan Kongliu, Kong meaning ethereal and beautiful, and Liu meaning flowing water.

"The year I was born, my father went bankrupt. My mother was shoved by debt collectors and gave birth to me in an empty logistics warehouse."

"I never asked them why they gave me this name, but maybe... haha, it doesn't have any profound meaning."

It was on a bench next to the fountain in the park, where a pale-lipped girl in a white dress was explaining something to her new friend, Liu Jingtang.

Fan Kongliu is an art student who studies painting. She is not in good health and is not very brave, but she likes to praise people and all kinds of things.

Under the flowerbeds in the park, beside him, she said to a stray cat, "You're so cute."

On the noisy street, in front of a sugar painting stall, she said to the stall owner, "Grandma is amazing."

Amidst the New Year's fireworks, she helped a small paper boat that was stuck in the water plants on the lawn by the river: "It must have been drifting for a long time."

In the dimly lit alley, she said to Liu Jingtang, "You are a true hero!"

In the house Liu Jingtang bought, she said to him, "I really like it... Why did you specifically invite me here?"

Later one night, she cried and said to Liu Jingtang, "I'm scared..."

Fan Kongliu was afraid of her father, and she was afraid of Fan Buchou.

When she was a child, she lived with her mother. At that time, her family was relatively poor. After Fan Buchou failed in business, he kept trying and did many jobs. He also worked as a truck driver, traveling long distances and rarely going home.

Later, the family moved to Singapore and Malaysia. Fan Buchou went out to form gangs and spent more time at home. However, more people came to visit. Often, there would be people covered in thick, bright red blood who would come to the house to heal their wounds, hide, or excitedly clink glasses with Fan Buchou, get drunk, and discuss their victories.

Fan Kongliu had clearly seen that right in front of her house, a person's hand had been broken by an iron rod, and the palm had fallen to the ground.

She gradually learned what kind of business her father was in. It was dangerous and would harm other people. She didn't want her father to be like that, but she could hardly ever express her complete opposition to Fan Buchou.

She could only remain silent and avoid thinking about what her father was doing, or what people they had harmed, or what people had retaliated against, injured, or killed their companions.

She chose to look at cute things, praise kind people, and help her friends, deceiving herself into thinking that this would keep her away from bloodshed and evil.

But she couldn't escape too far; she couldn't escape her family.

That day, after listening to her story, Liu Jingtang felt both heartache and...exhilaration.

At that time, Singapore and Malaya Port broke away from the East Kalimantan Affiliated State, leading to social unrest and widespread anxiety. People lost faith in this small area of ​​just over a thousand square kilometers, which had become a self-contained country, and the power of gangs continued to grow and expand.

Dai Tianliu, with his own boxing gym as the leader, united several local martial arts schools to form a protective force against multiple gangs, including Fan Buchou's group.

Liu Jingtang was initially worried that his relationship would not be well-received and would be hindered, but since the Fan family was not on good terms, his worries seemed unnecessary.

After that night, he transformed from a boy into a man, filled with countless ambitions. Half of them were related to his lover, and the other half were to revitalize the martial arts school, promote its development, and make Dai-style Xingyi and Dai Tianliu martial arts the pinnacle of Singapore and Malaysia.

Then, everything took a sharp turn for the worse.

Dai Tianliu was diagnosed with terminal cancer. On his sickbed, he entrusted the responsibilities of the boxing gym and martial arts alliance to him, asking him to remember the ancestral precept of punishing evil and promoting good, and to maintain peace in this area.

In order to meet with him secretly, Fan Kongliu lied to his father, which led to the Fan family's rival gang seizing the opportunity to kidnap and threaten him.

When Liu Jingtang rushed into the warehouse filled with frozen blood, he could only hear Fan Kongliu's last words, spoken in that sorrowful and reluctant gaze.

"They lied to Dad... Go help him..."

On that occasion, Liu Jingtang and Fan Buchou collaborated.

At the funeral and in the cemetery, they had an unavoidable encounter. Fan Buchou told him that she acknowledged him as Kong Liu's husband, that they should be a family, and that if they joined forces, the gang's power could be expanded further and they could dominate the entire southwest.

Liu Jingtang did not respond to him, but his wife's dying words led him to help Fan Buchou more than once later.

Before long, he was astonished to discover that more than half of the martial arts schools that had formed an alliance had begun to obey Fan Buchou's orders, as if they had always been one family.

He suddenly realized that they had completely deviated from Dai Tianliu's wishes.

But it was too late. Since ancient times, it has been said that going to good is as easy as climbing a mountain, while going to evil is as easy as a landslide. Moreover, at that time, turmoil and violence were the prevailing trend in Singapore and Malaysia.

How much money can you make, enough to eat, just by maintaining peace in your area? You still have to fight to the death.

After joining a gang, it's still about fighting to the death, but you have more people and more guns on your side, so you can earn ten times more.

Those who refused to go along with the gang either died or fled. Liu Jingtang was surrounded by his uncles and elders and merged into the gang, becoming its number one fierce general.

Later, through the joint efforts of this father-in-law and son-in-law, the Tao Zhu Group rose rapidly and indeed dominated the southwest, a position it has maintained to this day.

This is the first half of Liu Jingtang's life...

Do not!

This is only how others see Liu Jingtang.

But there are other things that only he himself knows.

For example, his irritability.

Everyone who met him said he was steady and mature, and later said he was profound and reserved, or cold and cruel.

Only he himself knew the turmoil and agitation in his heart.

I have betrayed my master's last wish, I have lost my lover, I can neither accept nor retain kindness and affection, I have abandoned good for evil, and I have failed half my life, so be it!

That's it!

Then let's be successful villains!

The world is inherently chaotic, and there may not be a clear distinction between good and evil. Dai Tianliu's boxing style should be carried forward, and Liu Jingtang's name should be proud and upright. Whether he is good or evil is irrelevant.

Fan Buchou's actions in previous years were exactly what he wanted.

Their power has been accumulating and increasing in various fields, and their voice and authority are growing stronger.

This is exactly what Liu Jingtang wanted, but things have changed in recent years.

That old codger Fan Buchou is about to start "shrinking".

Tao Zhu Group has only occupied one community in the southwest. Not to mention overthrowing all the community councils in Singapore and Malaysia and becoming king themselves, they should at least continue to tear apart, devour, and take down the other rival gangs.

Fan Buchou, however, was hesitant and worried, believing that the group was already quite large and that any conflict would result in significant losses for both sides. In the past two years, he had become increasingly wary of Liu Jingtang.

"That old man knows he's lacking in skill, so where did he go to find methods to maintain his mind and hone his boxing techniques? He's hiding his true intentions, trying to fool me. Does he think I can't see through him?"

Whenever Liu Jingtang thought of this, his agitation intensified, but he still couldn't forget the pleading look in Fan Kongliu's eyes before his death.

He couldn't lay a hand on Fan Buchou, and he couldn't even go too far if someone wanted to harm Fan Buchou. When Fan Buchou asked for his opinion or asked him to do something, he would do his best.

After enduring for a long time, in order to avoid accidentally taking Fan Buchou's head before he could even react, Liu Jingtang deliberately reduced his outings and interactions with people, focusing solely on his boxing skills and honing his martial arts prowess. He would never go to Tao Zhu Mansion unless absolutely necessary.

He practiced and waited, and finally the day came, and he met this person.

Once Fan Buchou is dead, and Dai Tianliu's boxing skills and Liu Jingtang's will are mastered, he will no longer be bound by his own limitations.

Liu Jingtang felt he should really thank Guan Luoyang.

………………

"You! You've come at the right time."

Inside the dilapidated shopping mall, still reeking of gunfights, Liu Jingtang, facing Guan Luoyang's brutal slap, uttered these four words swiftly and fiercely between his teeth.

The oncoming gale could not affect the few syllables that Liu Jingtang was exhaling violently from his mouth and throat.

Despite his words and actions, as he spoke, he subtly shifted his body and raised and lowered his hand.

Guan Luoyang's imposing and awe-inspiring palm strike was suddenly slammed into a mortar of rough, damp cloths when touched by this hand.

Drawn to one side by this damp, heavy, and yet firm force, it struck through the empty space beside Liu Jingtang, which he had deliberately avoided.

As Liu Jingtang extended and pulled, his foot, as if flowing water, suddenly overflowed, and with a flick of his toe, kicked Guan Luoyang's shin.

In this move, the coordination of his hands and feet, from fingertips to toes, makes it seem as if his whole body has become a curved spoon, or like the Big Dipper in the sky.

This is the "Seven-Star" fighting style commonly used in Xingyiquan and Baguazhang.

If he succeeds in this move, he will lose his balance and fall forward. At that time, whether he raises his knee to hit the chest, or changes his hand to slash the throat, gouge out the eyes, or hit the back of the head, it can be a fatal combo.

Of course, for true experts, there are many ways to counter this move.

The martial arts techniques in the worlds that Guan Luoyang visited were largely the same.

Having previously observed Guan Luoyang's fight with Yun Youbai from a high vantage point, Liu Jingtang had already gained some understanding of Guan Luoyang's boxing style. He could tell that Guan Luoyang primarily used Luohan Fist and Crane Fist, mixed with a few variations of Northern Cannon Fist and Bagua Palm.

Based on these various boxing techniques, no matter which method Guan Luoyang used to respond, he would fall into Liu Jingtang's pre-set boxing trap.

However, Guan Luoyang's response was completely beyond the scope of these boxing techniques.

After his palm strike missed, he disregarded a major taboo in Southern Fist and suddenly leaped out, moving as lightly as a swallow and as swift as a flying arrow, escaping all of Liu Jingtang's counter-attack variations.

Bang! !

Guan Luoyang's palms struck the ceiling, which was nearly four meters high.

As his palm print sank deep into the ground, sending up a cloud of dust, his body, using the recoil, shot down at an even faster speed, delivering a series of aerial kicks to Liu Jingtang.

Liu Jingtang tilted his head to dodge the kick, and blocked it with his arm across his chest. As he involuntarily took half a step back, his opponent had already landed, twisted his body, and swept out with his long arm.

Arhat's Flip-Hand Hammer, a series of flip-and-strike blows.

After Liu Jingtang blocked one of his hammer blows, the opponent flicked his wrist and flipped it, turning the back of his fist into the palm of his fist, and then smashed it down again. He struck with his flipped hand, and also with his forehand, sweeping and chopping, and then thrusting his diagonal hammer straight down.

The fierce and violent punches could strike from any angle on Liu Jingtang's upper body.

But Liu Jingtang met his opponent's fist with fist and was not at a disadvantage at all. His fist would often miss Guan Luoyang's fist as soon as it went out, hitting his arm and shaking his elbow.

No matter how tightly Guan Luoyang's punches were executed, Liu Jingtang could always find an opening and punch through it. Although he was retreating, his hands were cunning and ruthless.

In Liu Jingtang's hands, the drilling fist of Xingyi Quan no longer resembles the original fist form. It seems to be just a move that changes casually according to the situation. But upon closer examination, one can feel that this move can indeed be considered a drilling fist.

Transforming from form and forgetting form to pursue righteousness, this kind of boxing style exudes a sense of crisis that as long as there is even the slightest flaw, it can pierce through Guan Luoyang's chest.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Guan Luoyang shouted "Good!" three times in a row. With each "Good!" he changed his fist into a palm and strode forward to push out three palms.

The first palm strike is a downward push with the fingertips of the left hand; the second palm strike is a horizontal push with the right hand across the chest; the third palm strike is a swift strike with the left hand, followed by a follow-up strike with the right hand on the back of the left hand.

Liu Jingtang maintained his stance and kept his footing steady, but his entire weight simply couldn't withstand the three consecutive palm strikes.

Even though he had anticipated this and exerted force with both feet, his heels sank deep into the tiled concrete, causing the tiles to crack and the concrete to splatter. His heels finally slammed into the frame of the French windows.

The silver-white metal frame was slightly deformed, and behind it was a huge gap that was no longer covered by glass.

More than 100 meters above the night sky, there was nothing there, and danger loomed right behind Liu Jingtang.

Guan Luoyang deliberately stomped his foot heavily on the ground, releasing his force so that the ground in front of him trembled slightly. He relentlessly pursued with his hand, unleashing a gust of wind.

The man in the trench coat, whose back was half a step away like an abyss, felt a long-lost sense of danger and freedom.

The danger on my body, the freedom in my heart.

He didn't use any fancy tricks; unexpectedly, a straight, full-force punch landed on Guan Luoyang's palm.

The bionic skin on the surface of the fists was crushed by the immense pressure from both sides.

Both people leaned back at the same time.

A long shadow flashed before Guan Luoyang's eyes.

Liu Jingtang made no effort to stay on this floor at all. Instead, he took the initiative to lift his foot, his legs dangling in the air, twisting and closing to wrap around Guan Luoyang's arm.

Originally, touching Guan Luoyang's hand and seizing it would not have been an easy task. Not to mention his own quick reflexes, the swirling gusts of wind around his arm alone would have provided ample cushioning.

However, when Liu Jingtang raised his legs, they also carried the characteristics of a drilling fist. He used two legs made of metal to perform fist techniques, and the changes were so ingenious that it was hard to believe that they were legs, hard to believe that they were machines.

Kong Qingyun, who was some distance behind Guan Luoyang, vaguely saw this scene and his heart trembled violently.

That's not just drilling fist, but a technique that has been sublimated from drilling fist: "borrowing the power of all things to seal off the stream and stop the flow".

When a person's "momentum" is cultivated to this level, it can be said to be truly one with oneself, and one can even strike with one's feet.

Faced with such changes, Guan Luoyang was unable to break free for a time.

Liu Jingtang flipped over and threw him away.

Two bodies were flipped out through the huge opening.

Liu Jingtang flipped over, pressed his palm against the glass on the next floor, his five fingers piercing through the tempered glass, and grabbed his own body.

Guan Luoyang was thrown even lower, but at the last moment, he grabbed the man's ankle and pulled him down forcefully, thus counteracting his own downward momentum.

The glass, pierced by five fingers, collapsed under the pull, shattering into pieces.

Liu Jingtang plummeted again, while Guan Luoyang, taking advantage of the pull from before, was rising.

In the instant the two crossed paths, they threw out their fists and fingers without either of them doing so.

The clouds in the night were parted a bit, and the moon, which had somehow broken free from the pursuit of the dark clouds, revealed its vast, broad, bright, and indifferent light.

The enormous moon-shaped structure, beneath which, on one side, the entire glass curtain wall of the Tao Zhu Building, stands like an unparalleled mirror rising from the earth.

Even though there are several chips on this mirror surface now, and some are still emitting thick smoke, it does not diminish the magnificent spectacle that this 300-meter-tall mirror presents against the vast night sky.

Countless shops, residences, and apartment buildings appear short and small under the reflection of this giant mirror.

On this enormous mirror, two even smaller figures are falling rapidly.

The two of them maintained a close, grappling stance, with one of their hands never leaving the other's arm.

When both people's bodies are about to leave the glass curtain wall, one of them will inevitably grab the glass, pull their bodies back, and continue to fall close to the curtain wall.

So wherever the two of them went, a piece of the large tempered glass would intermittently shatter.

The shock of falling from a great height caused a surge in hormones, making Guan Luoyang and Liu Jingtang's attacks more restrained and cautious.

In fact, both of them thought to themselves that even if they fell directly from the thirtieth floor, they each had ways to protect themselves and wouldn't suffer serious injuries.

The problem is that they can't be sure their injuries will be less severe than the other person's.

So when they were only four stories away from the ground, the two of them finally tacitly exchanged punches to create distance between them.

Liu Jingtang pressed and tapped his hands and feet against the glass frames, then flipped over, causing a large amount of broken glass to fall to the ground.

Guan Luoyang suddenly spread his arms, controlling the airflow around his body, creating a burst of air that made him glide from a great height like a giant eagle, landing on a lamppost.

The streetlight was bent slightly by his fall, and many of the small light bulbs arranged in the rectangular frame shattered, their lights going out.

Liu Jingtang looked up and glanced over there. The excited smile, fueled by the hormones, flashed by in an instant, then disappeared as his canine teeth clenched and his face hardened.

"The martial arts I, in my younger, constantly diminishing self, could grasp were truly weak. At that level, it was hardly enough to leave an impression on my enemies."

"As expected, for Dai Tianliu's martial arts to be truly awe-inspiring and shocking, it must be proven by me, the one who was once judged as good and evil, and who has now gained freedom!!"

He stood up straight and solemnly raised his fist.

All things borrow power, and the Wood element brings divine thunder!

(End of this chapter)