Chapter 13
On the twenty-fourth day of the first battle, outside the fifth ring of Samsara City, in the Samsara Hall.
When Yan Daoxing came to the altar in the center of the Samsara Hall, he said hello to the old man from the Samsara Hall before, but was ignored by the other party, as if he was afraid that Yan Daoxing would continue to discuss issues about money and butt with him.
Standing on the altar, the reincarnation watch in Yan Daoxing's hand immediately emitted a faint light, and then a beam of light rose from the altar at Yan Daoxing's feet, wrapping Yan Daoxing's entire body and disappearing on the altar in an instant.
When Yan Daoxing woke up, he saw that he was in a lobby with a style between the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. There were many young and middle-aged men standing on both sides of the lobby, each of them glaring at him. Directly opposite him, in the center of the lobby, was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a mandarin jacket, holding a celadon tea cup, sipping the tea in small sips without looking at his words or actions.
What's going on? Will you start fighting life and death as soon as you enter the dungeon? The moral integrity of the Lord God is so low that I can’t even imagine it!
In the blink of an eye, he coughed lightly and clasped his hands in his fists. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a young man in his mid-twenties walking out from behind the sitting middle-aged man, looking at him with disdain. Yan Daoxing said: "Boy, who do you think you are? You walked in and said directly that you wanted to challenge our master. You are not qualified!"
Without waiting for Yan Daoxing to reply, the young man immediately stepped forward and raised his left leg slightly. With one move, his right hand turned into a claw and grabbed Yan Daoxing's throat!
His words, deeds, and deeds were not fooled by that feint. He turned his left hand into a fist to block the young man's right wrist. He pushed his right hand forward to suppress the young man's left hand. At the same time, he suddenly raised his left foot and stepped down hard. He stepped on the young man's ankle. He let out a muffled grunt and stumbled back quickly. His right foot was shaking slightly, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.
The two sides retreated at the first touch, and their words, words and deeds made the other party suffer a painful loss.
Yan Daoxing was taught by his master since he was a child. He not only learned Tao Zang and "Zi Wang Gong" but also learned various martial arts fighting contents. Therefore, he strengthened "Three Demon Fist" to the introductory level after another month. Although he may not have practiced the "Three Demons Fist" to a very advanced level, he is definitely not weak, at least not someone who can be defeated by a disciple of a small martial arts master.
At this time, a translucent interface where only words and deeds could be seen appeared in front of him.
[Duplicate time: 1918]
[Dungeon location: Boxing World, Shanghai]
[Reincarnation identity: the last successor of the Three Holy Sect and the Three Holy Fist, words and deeds]
Three Holy Fist? Three Demon Fists? Ha, that’s interesting!
After seeing the general copy information, Yan Daoxing raised his head and looked at the master of the Iron Hand Hall, and said with a smile: "Your apprentice failed, but I don't know whether it was your Iron Hand Hall's kung fu that was not good, or whether it was because of your master's teachings." No."
As soon as he said these words, the celadon tea cup in the middle-aged man's hand was placed on the coffee table next to him with a bang, and it shattered, and the remaining tea spread on the coffee table.
Standing up slowly, the middle-aged man came to Yan Daoxing with a solemn expression and said: "Of course I didn't teach my disciples well. As for whether the Kung Fu of my Iron Hand Hall is good or not, then I have to ask you. Let’s feel it.”
After saying this, the middle-aged man clasped his fists fiercely and shouted in a low voice: “Tie Hand Hall, Zhao Yilong, please teach me!” “
Three Saint Sect, please teach me your words and deeds!”
Three Saint Sect? The middle-aged man Zhao Yilong's complexion changed slightly. He suddenly thought of the incident many years ago, but without allowing him to think about it, he immediately took action, spreading the five fingers of his hands and piercing his words and deeds like an iron fork.
Iron Hands is practiced in Iron Hands Hall, which is said to be derived from Iron Sand Palm. Once practiced, it is extremely powerful. Iron Hands Zhao Yilong is also well-known in the Shanghai martial arts community, and his strength is naturally good.
The ten fingers of his hands were like ten iron drills, stabbing at Yan Daoxing one after another, and quickly retreated. Yan Daoxing temporarily avoided the sharp edge, but was forced by Zhao Yilong, and he retreated to the gate of the Iron Hand Hall.
Can't go back anymore!
As soon as he thought about it, Yan Daoxing clenched his fists with both hands and shook slightly. The skin on his body immediately tightened, giving him a three-quarter cowhide feel. At the same time, Yan Daoxing lowered his center of gravity and stabilized his body. He moved his fists left and right, up and down. One after another, fighting the possibility of injury, they blasted towards Zhao Yilong.
As the saying goes, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. His words, deeds, and deeds are as desperate as those of a young man. On the contrary, Zhao Yilong became wary. He slowed down his movements slightly, switched from offense to defense, and turned his hands into palms, like a pair of iron cattail fans. Push aside the fists of words, deeds, and make sure nothing is lost!
His eyes flashed, and he understood Zhao Yilong's thoughts clearly through his words and deeds. He knew that in order to protect the reputation of the Iron Hand Hall, he would definitely choose the most beautiful and honorable fighting method. In other words, Zhao Yilong's moves would be extremely conservative, so he had just When Zhao Yilong felt the urge to fight, he immediately chose to defend rather than fight with him head-on.
And this just gives an opportunity for words and deeds!
The right hand punched out with a single fist. Just like before, it was pushed away by Zhao Yilong's palm. But at this moment, the right hand that had been pushed away by his words and deeds suddenly turned into a fist, like a tiger's claws, and grabbed Zhao Yilong's arm with five fingers. Like an iron hook, it sank deeply into the flesh of Zhao Yilong's arm.
As the name of Iron Hand Kung Fu suggests, the hands are like iron and indestructible, but other parts of the body are relatively weak.
Yan Daoxing's claw pinched the strength of Zhao Yilong's hand, and he lost his hand. The middle door was opened wide. Yan Daoxing raised his left foot, stepped on the instep of Zhao Yilong's right foot that wanted to retreat, and then threw out his left fist, carrying it with him. Three points were fierce, and one punch landed on Zhao Yilong's chest!
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood opened his throat and spurted out from Zhao Yilong's mouth.
He was unreasonable in words and deeds, and refused to give Zhao Yilong time to recover. He swung his left fist again, hitting Zhao Yilong three times in a row on his right shoulder, chest, and lower abdomen.
Vomiting out another mouthful of blood, Zhao Yilong stepped back again and again. His injured right foot tripped his left foot, and he sat down on the ground, looking at Yan Dao Xing with a look of horror on his face.
The next second, Zhao Yilong's face became even paler. He knew that he had lost, and he had lost badly. He was defeated by a boy less than twenty years old. He could almost see the news tomorrow. After word spreads throughout Shanghai, the reputation of his Iron Hand Hall in Shanghai will plummet, and it will no longer be as famous as it used to be!
Furious and furious, a third mouthful of blood spurted out from Zhao Yilong's mouth. This time, Zhao Yilong did not hold back, his eyes darkened, and he fell down on the ground!
(End of chapter)