I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city-Chapter 80: 【073】Bloody Battle (Part 3)

In the courtyard, Wang Longhu’s body was now riddled with wounds, covered with the blood marks left by sharp weapons, and his clothes soaked in blood as it dripped and spread in the rainwater.

It had only been seven or eight minutes, and now the courtyard was filled with bodies, with no less than thirteen or fourteen people lying on the ground, their blood mixed with rainwater flowing out of the courtyard and down the steps, a truly tragic scene.

Wang Longhu initially managed to remain calm, but as his injuries worsened, his anger gradually took over. His moves were fierce and aggressive, annihilating his opponents with his martial skills, leaving no good outcome for the martial artists who faced him.

Even if someone broke down in battle and tried to escape, they couldn’t outrun Wang Longhu’s pursuit with his lightweight skill. Within just a few steps, he caught up and, with just a few moves, ended their lives with his fists and palms.

This seemingly no more than thirty square meters small courtyard of grandma’s suddenly became like an arena, where one could enter but couldn’t leave.

Whoosh!

With a single thrust, a knife-wielding martial artist’s throat was pierced, and Hong Wentai, glancing at the battle Wang Longhu was engaged in, couldn’t help but widen his eyes in shock and admiration.

It’s fair to say that if it weren’t for Wang Longhu drawing 80% of the attack towards himself and the big monk, both of them would have died under the chaos of flying blades.

However, Wang Longhu’s massacre profoundly shocked Hong Wentai. As a martial artist, he had some records of injuries and deaths from sparring back in the ’80s.

But compared to Wang Longhu’s current deeds, those were really nothing. This kid was completely in a berserk state.

No one could withstand a few moves from Wang Longhu; fail to block them and you would die.

The big monk had an anxious face, looking towards the direction of the mountain path and anxiously muttering, "Why haven’t they arrived yet?"

As a member of the Martial Arts Association stationed in Dong County, the big monk usually had contact with the local police station. In case of large-scale martial artist brawls, he could report and request assistance.

For tonight’s horrendous situation, he wondered why, even though it had been almost ten minutes since he made the call, there was no sign of any cars coming up the mountain road, making him increasingly anxious.

What the big monk didn’t know was that Yu Tianli, the mastermind planning to kill Wang Longhu, a dark force expert, had anticipated this issue before coming.

So he placed several logs across the road halfway up the mountain, making it impossible for cars to ascend quickly.

And during this time, Yu Tianli had set the deadline for Wang Longhu’s execution.

With a punch, he knocked a fatigued martial artist flying, Wang Longhu’s whole body flushed red, muscles bulging in chunks, a sign that the vital energy within him had reached its limit, and if not careful, his pores might not hold, causing vital energy to leak.

If that happened, even with his dark force mastery, Wang Longhu would be no more than a powerless lamb awaiting slaughter. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Under normal circumstances, given Wang Longhu’s physique, he had already mastered the Three-Body Posture at a high level, easily maintaining sealed energy for half an hour.

But tonight was different; these attacking martial artists fought like they didn’t care about their lives, every move meant to kill, forcing Wang Longhu to go all out, unlike usual exchanges where no one’s life was at stake.

And given the number of opponents, to quickly reduce numbers and pressure, Wang Longhu had to seize every opportunity to fully unleash his power to utterly disable these martial artists.

Thus, Wang Longhu’s stamina was massively drained. Had he not enhanced his physique to 2.0 points, he might have already been exhausted and slain by random blades.

Even so, the situation remained grim. Wang Longhu estimated he could hold on for at most another four minutes. If he couldn’t drive these people back by then, he would have to leave the big monk and Hong Wentai behind for his own safety, using his lightweight skill to escape via the back mountain alone.

Just as Wang Longhu knocked someone back and tried to catch his breath, suddenly on the rooftop of the old house next door, a figure leapt down from above, splashing water everywhere, aiming a kick at Wang Longhu.

This was precisely the old man with the braid who had been quietly observing from the shadows.

With his keen eyes, he had naturally discerned that Wang Longhu was at the end of his rope, making this the perfect time to strike.

Yu Tianli wanted these martial artists to take the lead, depleting Wang Longhu’s stamina so that he could then reap the benefits and achieve the feat of killing a dark force expert.

The old man with the braid wasn’t foolish. Though not particularly interested in killing Wang Longhu, he had accepted a payout of half a million transferred by Yu Tianli and the additional reward of being able to photograph the Marrow Cleansing Scripture. Even though Wang Longhu held the Marrow Cleansing Scripture as a dark force expert, he had to die tonight.

Out of respect and fear towards dark force, the braided elder carefully chose his timing to strike, waiting until Wang Longhu, after intense combat, was about to be exhausted.

What injustice in battle, how does it matter.

Every martial artist present tonight, which of them hadn’t hidden in Dong County for decades, all for that said to be miraculous skill-breaking human limits, the Marrow Cleansing Scripture?

As long as they could obtain this miraculous skill, these martial artists would give anything, including their lives, because they had long been obsessed.

The braided elder’s timing was perfect, just when Wang Longhu’s mind had slightly relaxed, as he eased the flow of vital energy within him.

A slight adjustment and coordination would allow Wang Longhu to extend the time of sealed energy, but conversely, if disturbed at this time, it was likely to cause energy flow disorder, leading to a direct collapse on the spot.

"Nalan Lei!"

Big Monk shouted in anger, fiercely crying out as the braided elder revealed himself.

The Martial Arts Association in Wen City kept secret records of every martial artist who entered and remained in Dong County, with Nalan Lei from Yu Province receiving the most attention from the Martial Arts Association in Wen City.

During the Republic era, when Master Sun called upon strengthening the nation and race through martial arts, heroes from all over the country responded, participating in the war against Japan.

People like Guo Yunshen, Wang Xiangzhai, Gao Fangxian, Sun Lutang, Huang Xingxian, Li Shuwen, either fought on the front lines or helped train military troops.

In times of national crisis and downfall, it was these martial heroes who built an indomitable Great Wall with their bodies and blood, contributing to the fight against Japan.

Yet at that time, there was a force, retreating to Yu Province, uninvolved, coldly watching as Huaxia was ravaged by war, and later reaping the first wave of post-war establishment benefits.

That was the Eight Banners Martial Arts Association. When the late Qing curtain fell, many princes fled to Yu Province with their martial arts instructors and elite guards, forming this martial arts organization solely composed of offspring of the Eight Banners.

The traditional martial arts of the Eight Banners Association were all unbroken inheritances of true martial arts, learned from complete martial arts manuals brought out of the Forbidden City by the Eight Banner nobles, profoundly different from many incomplete martial arts styles of today.

So even though the Eight Banners Martial Arts Association had a poor reputation, they still remained a significant presence in the domestic martial arts circles.

However, this martial association, steeped in the aura of the late Qing, was historically something all martial artists felt disgraceful, so few martial artists wanted to socialize with them.

On the other hand, the Eight Banners Association only accepted Eight Banner descendants, excluding others, thus becoming a unique eccentricity among the martial artists of Yu Province.

So, seeing even Nalan Lei appearing tonight, the big monk was completely stunned—this proud Right Flank Yellow Banner from the Eight Banners Martial Society, who usually looked only to the sky and not to the ground.

This self-conceited old guy actually decided to get involved.

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