Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

My fellow disciples are all listening.

"Even on the verge of death, they're still flirting."

Zhang Yuanhao's voice turned stern, and he exhaled and bowed respectfully.

He wasn't so well-mannered as to maintain etiquette towards his father's killer, even on the verge of a fight.

It's a killing move.

Left foot arch, right foot arrow, rounded crotch supporting the knee.

With arms crossed over the chest, it's as if embracing the sun and moon.

With one step, he darted forward, his clothes fluttering wildly in the wind.

Like a bull butting its horns, clenching its fists and thrusting them at the chest.

"collapse……"

Li Xin heard sounds like a hundred or a thousand longbows vibrating in unison. He also heard blood flowing like a long river, making a rushing sound.

It's no longer just one person and one punch.

Instead, it is like the sun being embraced, spinning and rolling.

The opponent's punches looked like they were curled up in a ball, yet they seemed impossible to use against.

I felt that I was channeling my energy into a circle, and no matter which direction I attacked, I would be repelled by that circular energy.

His face, chest, and lower abdomen were all within the range of the opponent's punches.

"What a brilliant move to use softness to overcome hardness and strike after the opponent has made their move."

With a thought, Li Xin saw through the subtlety of his opponent's brutal punch.

No matter how he moved, he could only strike one side of the Hunyuan Circle Hand, causing his body to shift and reveal his weaknesses.

It looks like the first move, but it's actually the second move.

Once the center gate is breached, whether it's a slice, a flick, a chop, or a smash, the attacks are unpredictable and impossible to defend against.

Therefore, the opponent's boxing style is practiced by first bowing, then using a killing move, and finally changing moves.

Through countless trials and tribulations, one strives to master only one punch.

It looks like one punch, but it's actually a thousand, ten thousand punches...

This is a concept.

If you can't break the bow, you can't break the move.

"But why should I break their moves?"

In his mind, the divine image of [Erlang Manifests the True Lord] appeared, his gaze devoid of joy or sorrow.

Li Xin's muscles and bones moved with ease, his limbs were as soft as cotton but his strength was as fiery as fire, and he neither dodged nor avoided.

Facing the bull's horn, the left arm draws an arc from bottom to top, while the right hand pushes forward flatly.

[Open the window and look at the moon]

This Baguazhang move was performed loosely and carelessly, seemingly full of openings...

The head, chest, chin, lower abdomen, and genitals were all within range of the opponent's fists.

If Zhang Yuanhao were to slightly separate his hands, the force would erupt like a torrent, enough to break his bones and leave him in a precarious situation.

"Ugh……"

Sighs could be heard from all around.

The next moment, a strange scene unfolded.

Just as Zhang Yuanhao's fists were about to separate, his cupped hands struck Li Xin's chest, leaving him only half an inch away...

Suddenly, Li Xin's chest caved in deeply, and the distance between the two seemed to grow vast.

Until Zhang Yuanhao unleashed his explosive power, the shockwave was like thunder.

It had a force of 1,300 jin, which made the air explode and roar, but it didn't touch a single piece of Li Xin's clothes.

How could that be?

At this moment, Li Xin's chest was as thin as paper and curved like a drawn longbow.

It completely violates the natural shape of the human body.

Extremely bizarre.

At the same time, before Zhang Yuanhao could retaliate or change his move, he was pushed diagonally into the air by Li Xin's "Pushing the Window to Gaze at the Moon" move, along with his fist stance.

The lower abdomen and chest revealed a huge gap.

"Snapped……"

Li Xin pressed down with his palm.

With a temporary 36-point boost to [Constitution], the muscles and bones spring together, unleashing explosive power.

The basic strength of 1,100 jin, combined with the fierce and explosive burst of Qian Yuan Lie Huo Jin.

He slapped Zhang Yuanhao in the lower abdomen.

midair.

Zhang Yuanhao hunched over, his arms hanging limply, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Its body flew like a kite, flying three or four zhang away, before crashing heavily into the courtyard wall, creating large cracks in the spiderweb-like structure.

It stuck to the wall for a while before sliding down.

Hitting someone is like hanging a painting.

“As I said before, there’s really no need for a sneak attack to deal with you and your son.”

Li Xin said coldly.

Always believe in the true worth of the Heavenly War God. He possesses mastery of hundreds of weapons and thousands of martial arts styles; he is superior to all others, and stronger than all others.

Every gesture was exquisite.

When it comes to speed and stealing kills, Nezha is undoubtedly the first to take the lead.

When it comes to brute force, the monkey is undoubtedly invincible.

In terms of martial arts and adaptability, the skills Erlang Shen honed through countless life-or-death escapes are a monument in themselves.

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Chapter Fifty-Three: Cutting Blood and Severing Meridians, the White Python Turns Over

Zhang Yuanhao slid down the wall.

His body was hunched over, and his face was blood red.

Blood was still seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Cough cough..."

His face was bluish-gray.

He coughed lightly a few times, slowly stood up, and pointed his fingers like swords, tapping his chest and abdomen several times.

As his fingertips touched the ground, he took a deep breath, as if drawing it straight into his dantian. His stomach swelled slightly, but his complexion regained its rosy hue.

"Intercepting blood and boosting energy..."

"With a crippled body and severed meridians, Zhang Yuanhao is going to fight to the death to steal the secrets of heaven."

"He would have died if he hadn't fought, so he was quite decisive. However, relying solely on this method doesn't guarantee victory."

On the main street in front of the Cheng family mansion, several men wearing straw hats were whispering among themselves through the gate.

They clearly recognized Zhang Yuanhao's methods.

Not only do they recognize them.

The镖师 (bodyguards) and 趟子手 (escorts) of the Huiyou镖局 (escort agency) guarding the sandalwood coffin also knew this, and their faces were filled with grief.

They never expected that the renowned "Three Fists Unstoppable, One Knife Hard to Defend" would be forced to mutilate his own body, resorting to bloodletting to stop the pain and unleash his body's potential.

Even if we win this battle, I'll be bedridden for at least a year and a half afterwards.

If you're not careful, all these skills will be wasted.

The cost was considerable.

Cheng Yuanhua's face darkened, and he turned to look at Song Zhichao in disbelief: "Chief Escort Song, is this how you teach your disciples?"

The outcome is clear now, and anyone with eyes can see it clearly. Why bring up the matter of revenge again?

Must we go all the way to the very last step before we stop?

Song Zhichao's beard trembled, he sighed, and was about to speak when he heard Zhang Yuanhao speak loudly: "Master, seniors. Today's battle has already been decided by signing a life-or-death agreement. Therefore, whatever methods are used, it is all up to each individual's ability."

If it were just a normal sparring match, I, Zhang Yuanhao, am not someone who can't stand losing.

But this battle concerns my father's reputation and the honor of my friends; we absolutely cannot afford to lose."

He turned to look at Li Xin, his expression becoming extremely serious.

"Brother Li truly deserves to be called a disciple of Bagua. He is exceptionally talented and his palm techniques are unpredictable."

Unfortunately, your cultivation is still shallow, and your skills are not quite there yet, so you couldn't kill me with one palm strike.

Since we've already fought hand-to-hand, I, Zhang, will shamelessly then test your weaponry. Swords and spears have no eyes; on the road to the Yellow Springs, let life and death be without regret.

Zhang Yuanhao reached out to the side.

Then a fellow disciple threw out a thick-backed broadsword.

This knife is heavy and sturdy, weighing at least thirty or forty pounds including the scabbard. When thrown into the air, it makes a dull thud.

Zhang Yuanhao reached out with one hand and dissipated all the force.

Holding it in your hand feels like receiving a thin piece of wood—effortless and pleasant.

Look at the veins on his arms, throbbing like snakes, and the muscles twisting and bulging.

Clearly, it was through some unknown method that the body's Qi and blood were stimulated.

At this moment, his strength increased greatly, and he prepared to fight to the death.

"I won't give up until I reach the Yellow River."

Li Xin glanced at Zhang Yuanhao's movements, a hint of doubt creeping into his heart.

Actually, he didn't think there was anything wrong with other martial arts practitioners having techniques that allowed them to unleash their full power.

But he always felt that Zhang Yuanhao's attitude was a bit strange after he had just lost a move and been hit in the abdomen.

Others may not know, but he himself knew exactly how heavy that palm strike was.

With a base strength of 1,100 jin, the powerful force is generated by the Qian Yuan Fierce Fire Force, with blood and qi flowing through the three Yang meridians of the hand.

Even without the master's intervention, the attack power can be increased by at least 50% after the energy and strength are combined.

In other words, if the force is applied effectively, the attack power can reach 1,600 to 1,700 jin.

This palm strike, avoiding the opponent's strength and striking their weakness, landed squarely on their Shenque acupoint...

Even if it doesn't break Zhang Yuanhao's intestines, it will at least make him feel like his insides are burning, and he won't be able to catch his breath for a long time.

But the other party was completely unharmed and was able to continue fighting.

Furthermore, their momentum became even stronger.

They seemed determined to win.

This is a bit hard to understand.

“Be careful, Zhang Yuanhao is not an arrogant person... He has a rough appearance, but he is actually very shrewd and knows how to win people’s hearts.”

He wouldn't resort to self-harm to unleash his potential if he didn't have a trump card.

Cheng Feiyan moved with light steps, leaping to Li Xin's side, turning her long sword upside down, and handing it over.