The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Zhang Chang'an took a deep breath, his shoulders lowered, and his knuckles cracked slightly. Facing the oncoming blade, he advanced instead of retreating, his horse stance landing instantly the moment his footwork was complete.

"Dragon Form - Probing Claw"

Zhang Chang'an's left hand formed a claw, with his five fingers like hooks. He brushed against the blade slashing down from above, causing the attack to miss. At the same time, his palm instantly slid within a foot of Ito's chest and grabbed his arm.

Ito's eyes sharpened, and his swordplay instantly changed. With a sweeping slash, he aimed straight for Ito's chin, creating a whooshing sound.

Zhang Chang'an immediately changed his hand shape, lowered his body, put his five fingers together into a palm, moved his waist like a snake, twisted and sprang his spine, and his whole body was already sideways, brushing past the blade.

"Snake-shaped willow branches".

The sword slashed diagonally, cutting through the falling leaves in the air, while he had already slipped in from the side, his right hand striking Ito's ribs with a leopard-like ramming motion.

"Bang!"

The leopard-shaped hand is a half-clenched fist, with the first joint of the fingers kept straight, and only the first two joints tightened. Bai Meiquan calls this the ginger finger fist, which is fierce and vicious.

With the knuckles of his fist pointing straight forward, and thanks to the protection of his exoskeleton, he instantly pierced through the gaps in his armor, striking the Zhangmen acupoint, which is connected to the liver. The crisp sound of his ribs could be clearly heard.

Ito groaned and staggered half a step, feeling excruciating pain on one side of his body, but the knife in his hand had already swept back.

Zhang Chang'an took a wrong step and flashed into Ito's side, where the view was blocked by the large armor shoulder armor.

Jack the Ripper's footwork is exactly like that. This move never has the sophistication of traditional Chinese martial arts footwork, but it is very good at taking advantage of the opponent's carelessness.

As a result, Ito's first strike missed, and Zhang Chang'an's next attack was already underway.

"Tiger shape..."

With both claws out, he aimed for Ito's wrist and elbow, which were holding the knife. Unfortunately, Ito's swordsmanship was indeed very fast. He swung the hilt of the knife back and smashed it down, immediately forcing him to retreat.

"Bang!" Zhang Chang'an hastily met the attack, feeling as if he had been struck by a hammer: "Damn it..."

But his hands showed no sign of stopping: "This guy's abnormality isn't just limited to his consciousness; his body has probably been modified too... so I can't slow down!"

Zhang Chang'an switched to a monkey-like stance, his body shrinking and then extending. While one hand pressed down on Ito's knife-wielding hand, his left hand reached out from under Ito's arm, two fingers aimed straight for Ito's eyes.

Ito jerked his head back, using the lower half of his cheek to catch the stab, but Zhang Chang'an's next attack was already coming. Seeing Ito's neck wide open, he decisively reversed his hand, forming a crane's beak, and fiercely slashed at him.

"call!"

"Bang..." Zhang Chang'an's attack landed, but it didn't hit a vital spot, thus taking the guy down.

He stepped back slightly, revealing a new wound on his left shoulder.

Because Ito realized that speed was not an option, he chose to take the attack head-on, while switching hands and gripping the hilt of the knife in reverse, and then slashing directly at Zhang Chang'an.

Even though he dodged in time and was covered by an incomplete exoskeleton, he was still slashed by the blade at such close range.

The wound wasn't deep, but it was bleeding profusely.

"Taku!" Ito was injured in the neck and was panting, but he still shouted decisively and used his remaining strength to turn around and slash.

Fortunately, unlike him, Zhang Chang'an's martial arts training always emphasizes breathing. Even with an injured arm, he was able to turn around instantly and circle around to the other side of Ito.

The leg muscles tensed up and exerted force instantly.

"Horse-shaped kick!"

Zhang Chang'an instantly kicked Ito in the back of the knee, causing the massive body to lose its balance and fall to one knee.

Zhang Chang'an lunged forward, about to deliver the final blow, when he saw a flash of light from below.

This Ito's body may not be as agile as the swordsman of yesteryear, but his health bar is obviously much thicker. Even while injured, he can still use his unique sword technique to strike directly at the chest and abdomen from below.

Zhang Chang'an hastily retreated, raising his hand downwards, his palm striking Bingzi Jiaolin directly. However, the knife was too fast, missing his chest and abdomen, but instead slashing his thigh.

"Damn it..." Zhang Chang'an had no choice but to retreat because of the sharpness of the famous sword.

Ito immediately tensed his armored legs, slowly stood up, and his gaze became even more ferocious: "Tang Hand? Or Chinese boxing? It is indeed a very powerful technique."

Zhang Chang'an was panting and didn't speak. His hands were trembling slightly, a clear sign of the exhaustion from working his body at a high intensity.

But he didn't know why, perhaps because the inheritance was indeed boiling and burning away the impurities in his body, pushing him to a higher level. At this moment, using the Ten Forms Fist for the first time, his mind was surprisingly calm.

"Now it seems this guy has way too many problems..."

After a fierce struggle, Zhang Chang'an's sharp eyes and combat experience had allowed him to capture too many details.

Or rather, with such a strange opponent, one doesn't even need to think to know what problems he might have.

"call……"

"Drink!" Zhang Chang'an suddenly raised his hand and clenched his fist, unleashing a powerful and forceful strike with his Iron Wire Fist Bridge Hand.

As expected, Ito did not dodge at all and slashed back with his sword, but as a swordsman, he was not able to keep up with Zhang Chang'an in terms of speed.

"He's definitely not the swordsman he once was. His reaction time is far inferior to his speed and strength, and his body is completely uncoordinated. Besides... a swordsman in armor, he'd be a nightmare to watch, you idiot!"

He gritted his teeth and cursed, lunging directly at the blade. His right hand formed a claw, like an eagle seizing a rabbit, instantly gripping Ito's wrist holding the sword.

With his left hand, he transformed into a palm strike, lunging at the sheep and slapping it directly in the center of his chest.

"Bang!"

Ito's attack was interrupted instantly. With the full support of the steam equipment, Zhang Chang'an was able to knock Ito back half a step, but his wrist was still firmly held and he could not break free.

The two were locked in a stalemate when Zhang Chang'an immediately changed his tactics, pulling his left hand back from Ito's chest and aiming straight for the blade in Ito's hand.

Ito noticed his gaze and immediately understood his thoughts. With a flick of his wrist, he turned the blade horizontally and tried to break free.

Zhang Chang'an used both hands simultaneously, but he was still faster and blocked Zhang Chang'an's hand from drawing his knife.

Unfortunately, Ito's power was too great. Even though his consciousness didn't seem to be completely synchronized with his body, and he couldn't fully adapt to the armor and sword, this body still possessed greater power than Zhang Chang'an.

Zhang Chang'an couldn't pry the knife out of his hand; instead, the knife was twisted and slowly extended towards his face.

"This is exactly what I've been waiting for!"

Zhang Chang'an suddenly chose to loosen his grip on the knife.

His body suddenly spun around, his entire body circling half a circle around Ito's body, turning directly from the front to the side and rear.

But his hand never actually moved away from the knife.

But now it wasn't the hilt; it was the blade he gripped tightly as he dodged.

Bingzi Jiaolin's blade, which was originally thrusting horizontally towards Ito's neck, was pulled directly towards Ito's own neck by Zhang Chang'an's five fingers!

Ito's body froze. He tried to twist his wrist to change the direction of the sword, but his gauntlet-clad hands were not flexible enough, and his body did not have the reaction speed.

Moreover, as Zhang Chang'an came behind him, he slapped the back of his head with his free hand.

The blade was thrust towards his neck, but his head snapped forward.

"Pfft!" His blood gushed out instantly, staining the armor on his chest red.

"Click!"

Bingzi Jiaolin was gripped by Zhang Chang'an and whipped around with the blade. Ito, whose grip was gradually weakening, could no longer hold on, and the hilt of the sword slipped directly from his gauntlet.

"Whoosh..." Zhang Chang'an gripped the blade and swung the long sword in his hand. The gleaming blade instantly dried off all the blood, and the blade landed steadily in his hand with the blade facing down.

Zhang Chang'an decisively turned around again, stood in front of Ito, and slipped his hand between Ito's outstretched arms, slamming his tiger claw straight at Ito's face: "Bang!"

This enormous body, like a small mountain, fell heavily backward.

Zhang Chang'an decisively caught up, stepped on his chest, gripped the knife hilt with both hands, and thrust straight down!