Lying Low in the Martial World to Become a Saint-Chapter 60 - 56: Fierce

Tian Yaosong’s spine snapped down like a taut Hard Bow, his right knee almost touching the ground.

He slammed his left palm down toward the ground and drew his right fist back to his ear. Veins writhed like earthworms across his Fist Edge, his knuckles grinding with a crisp CRACKLE.

He lunged forward like a striking falcon, one hand aimed as if to lock onto Chen Qing’s throat while the other guarded his chest—a stance for both defense and waiting for an opening.

This was the opening stance of the Windbreaker style: Falcon’s Beak Abyss.

Chen Qing took half a step back with his right foot, his heel grinding three inches into the dirt. His knees bent slightly like a drawn bow, but his spine hung loose like a lazy python as his shoulder blades slowly flared out.

The two faced off for several breaths as the surrounding crowd watched with rapt attention.

The next instant, Tian Yaosong stomped his left foot. Mud exploded as his body shot forward like a tightly wound spring.

His right palm, fingers pressed together like a blade, stabbed straight for Chen Qing’s throat. Before his fingers even connected, the biting wind from the strike raised fine goosebumps on Chen Qing’s skin.

Chen Qing’s eyes and hands were fast. His left arm suddenly snapped out, his five fingers grouped together like a striking viper. He executed a Spirit Snake Path-finding, jabbing swiftly at the Quchi acupoint on his opponent’s wrist!

HISS!

His fingertips hissed as they sliced through the air, a chilling Dark Force piercing inward from three inches away, before he even made contact.

Tian Yaosong felt his entire right arm being pricked by a thousand icy needles, his blood and qi suddenly stagnating.

A vicious glint flared in his eyes. His throat-stabbing hand-blade morphed into a claw and clamped down hard. His knuckles popped like firecrackers, and his fingernails took on an iron-grey sheen.

This was the Windbreaker’s killing move: Steel Hook Ripping Silk. The technique was similar to the Tendon-Separating Bone-Dislocating Hand; once it got a solid grip, it would result in torn tendons and fractured bones. Even if the victim survived, they would be crippled.

Tian Yaosong had used this move to great effect time and again. It was the same technique that had taken down Pang Shuhua of the Cheng Family.

Chen Qing had studied the Windbreaker style and was prepared for this move. His arm seemed slick with oil. With a dip and a twist of his forearm, he used the Soft Force of Monkey Around Branch to let the steel claw slide harmlessly past his skin, tearing only five slits in his rough-spun sleeve.

Using the momentum from deflecting the blow, Chen Qing stomped his right foot, his entire body spinning like a top. His right arm then whipped back up, propelled by centrifugal force. His fingers, pointed like a sword, stabbed straight for the Danzhong Acupoint at the center of Tian Yaosong’s chest.

This was the Reverse Arm Whip Hand. Before his fingers arrived, an inch of sharp energy had already pierced forward, making Tian Yaosong’s chest go numb.

One sought to decide life and death in an instant; the other sought to neutralize thunder with softness.

Tian Yaosong scrambled to dodge the attack, retreating in a hurry. Chen Qing, of course, wouldn’t let such a good opportunity slip. He stuck to him like a shadow, advancing low to the ground. He swung his arms wide like steel whips, bringing them crashing down with the sound of muffled thunder.

BOOM—!

Tian Yaosong crossed his forearms in a hard block, like an iron door latch. Their arms crashed together, letting out a jarring noise.

Veins bulged like earthworms on his temples, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

It all happened in a flash.

Tian Yaosong’s crossed arms opened like a viper’s maw. His sleeves SHREDDED into fragments as the muscles on his forearms knotted like iron. A sudden burst of Dark Force erupted as he thrust his hands, fingers pointed like awls, straight toward the fatal Zhangmen acupoints on Chen Qing’s ribs.

The attack was vicious and cunning, the Dark Force contained and hidden. A direct hit to that vital point would be certain death.

Chen Qing’s body blurred as he twisted just enough to move the vital point out of the way. At the same time, he activated his Fishing Toad Force.

Tian Yaosong’s twin-awl Windbreaker strike landed, but it felt like hitting a taut war drum.

"Hm!?"

Tian Yaosong’s heart shook. ’What!?’

But he had no time to think. Instead of retreating, Chen Qing advanced, using the force of the strikes on his ribs to crash through Tian Yaosong’s central guard. His right fist shot upward like a cannon blasting toward the heavens.

This was Spiritual Ape Offers Longevity, aimed right at Tian Yaosong’s jaw. The force of the punch made the air CRACKLE.

Chen Qing had not only neutralized a killing blow but had also seized the offensive! His seasoned ruthlessness made the spectators gasp in shock.

"This Chen Qing... his strength is far beyond the C List!" Wu Manqing said, her eyes wide with astonishment.

Tian Yaosong arched backward like a bridge, narrowly avoiding the heavy punch to his jaw.

But this left the entire area from his throat to his jaw wide open. Chen Qing’s fist morphed into a pecking shape. His right wrist flipped over like a Spiritual Snake raising its head, and his five fingers, now an iron awl, stabbed toward the Yifeng Acupoint behind Tian Yaosong’s left ear with a piercing shriek.

The strike was faster than lightning. The Finger Wind it generated cut through the air, creating several twisting currents.

With no way to dodge, Tian Yaosong instinctively raised his left elbow to block.

THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK!

In a flash, they exchanged dozens of blows. The Power from their stomps shattered the stage, causing it to crumble.

Such a ferocious exchange sent a chill down the spines of many in the audience.

Clearly, this was no ordinary spar. From the very beginning, both men had thrown themselves into it completely. Every move and every stance held killing intent; the slightest mistake would mean death.

Chen Qing had done his homework, and so had Tian Yaosong.

What the crowd expected to be a one-sided fight had now become a tense, deadlocked struggle.

BANG!

After another clash, both men retreated seven or eight steps. They gasped for breath, simultaneously circulating the Power in their bodies to clear the numbness and stagnation caused by the impacts.

In a life-and-death struggle, the toll on one’s stamina is immense.

Tian Yaosong let out a furious roar and shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.

Fast!

So incredibly fast!

Tian Yaosong’s explosive speed kicked up a fierce gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Chen Qing, his hand a claw striking for his face.

If that claw landed, it would gouge his eyes out!

Meanwhile, his other hand was coiled and ready, waiting for Chen Qing to make his move before delivering the final, killing blow!

This was the Windbreaker technique: Double Dragon Emerging from the Sea.

A chain of killing moves, the offense was swift and fierce, a cycle of Everlasting Life.

Chen Qing dropped his stance abruptly, narrowly dodging the vicious claw strike. Tian Yaosong’s left palm balled into a fist, and he drove his elbow viciously toward Chen Qing’s chest.

As the elbow strike came, his tendons and bones seemed to sing, letting out a CRACKLING sound. The power behind it was astonishing.

Tian Yaosong unleashed several moves in a row, fierce and domineering. He had already pushed his strength to its absolute peak.

Chen Qing was forced back again and again by the relentless assault, his momentum shattered! As Tian Yaosong’s next wave of attacks prepared to crash down like a tidal wave, he seemed to be trapped in a desperate corner with nowhere left to run!

"This is bad!"

Cheng Huan’s heart leaped into his throat.

Some of the Cheng Family disciples squeezed their eyes shut, unable to bear watching.

The entire crowd held its breath, gazes locked on the shattered stage!

In a move that defied belief, Chen Qing’s body coiled into a ball. Like a Spiritual Ape Earth Escape, he narrowly slipped right under the fatal elbow strike.

"Trying to run!?"

Cold light shot from Tian Yaosong’s eyes. He clenched his fist, the blood in his veins boiling. He threw a pursuing punch that tore through the air, carrying the Power of Ten Thousand Jins.

Facing this deadly pursuing punch, Chen Qing showed no intention of dodging, merely shifting his body subtly to one side.

The angle was ingenious, the timing perfect!

Tian Yaosong’s scalp tingled, a chill shooting straight up to the top of his skull.

’Not good!’ He instinctively tried to pull back his punch, but the Fist Momentum was already like an arrow loosed from its string—impossible to recall!

BANG!

The heavy punch, carrying the Power of Ten Thousand Jins, slammed hard against Chen Qing’s shoulder blade. Fortunately, his sideways shift had deflected most of the Power, and there was no sound of cracking bone.

CRACK!

The instant the punch landed, Chen Qing’s left hand shot up like an iron hook. His fingers, like a steel claw, locked onto the joint of Tian Yaosong’s right elbow, bending it backward!

Twist the waist! Stomp the ground! Sink the hips!

The brute force of Long Arm Fist’s Tearing Tendons and Shattering Bones technique erupted!

Tian Yaosong’s entire right arm was twisted like a pretzel. With a muffled SNAP, his main tendon tore like a bowstring, and the jagged white shard of his arm bone burst through his skin!

"AHHH—!"

The scream was choked off the moment it left his throat.

Chen Qing’s right hand, executing White Ape Throat-Cutter, had already struck like a viper, clamping down hard on the Tiantu Acupoint of his throat.

His five fingers tightened like red-hot iron pincers, and Dark Force seeped in through the cartilage of his throat.

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