Fists can't cross Tianjin

Chapter 23 Crushing Fist

Haihe Riverbank.

Because it was winter, the river was already covered with a thick layer of ice.

Without the shelter of buildings, the wind became even more raging, swirling snowflakes across the ice.

The streetlights on the distant Jingang Bridge cast a pale glow on the ice. Occasionally, you could see holes in the ice, broken open by winter swimming teams, like gaping, dark mouths belching out icy air.

Chen Zhuo walked to the middle of the river and stopped.

The ice underfoot is very slippery; you could easily slip and fall flat on your face if you're not careful.

But he stood very steadily.

Its ten toes gripped the ground as if they were rooted to the ground.

"This is fine."

Chen Zhuo turned around and looked at Xie Cheng, who had followed him.

Xie Cheng also stopped, about five or six meters away from Chen Zhuo. This is the most comfortable attack distance for a long weapon.

"You certainly know how to pick a spot, choosing an ice rink as a cemetery."

Xie Cheng slammed the ash pole onto the ice with a dull thud.

He didn't rush to start, but slowly unbuttoned his work clothes, took off his thin jacket, and casually tossed it aside, leaving him only wearing a faded white vest.

Muscles were knotted and veins were bulging.

Despite the cold wind, steam was rising from his body.

That's a sign that the flow of Qi and blood has reached its peak.

"Tianjin wrestling troupe, Xie Cheng."

Xie Cheng gripped the pole with both hands, looking calmly at Chen Zhuo. "This pole is from the 'Six Harmonies Spear' style. I learned it for a couple of days in my old age from my grandfather and my fellow disciples from Huo Yuanjia's lineage. Although I'm down on my luck now, I haven't given up this weapon."

This is the road.

"Chen Zhuo".

Chen Zhuo also unbuttoned his tattered cotton-padded jacket, revealing his lean but muscular chest underneath.

When the wind blew, the hairs on his body stood on end.

"He doesn't have much of a reputation; he's just a tricycle driver in a big courtyard."

He cracked his knuckles, "I don't have any weapons, just these fists."

"A tricycle driver?"

Xie Cheng laughed, a bitter laugh. "Can a tricycle driver develop this kind of strength? Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too. These days, everyone has a past they don't want others to know."

He thought Chen Zhuo was also a reclusive figure in the martial arts world.

"Show us your weapon."

Xie Cheng shook the white waxwood pole in his hand. "This pole of mine is 3.2 meters long and weighs 7.4 jin. You're empty-handed, you'll be at a disadvantage."

Chen Zhuo shook his head.

"Need not."

He assumed a three-body stance, his eyes fixed on Xie Cheng's pole head, "Just a pair of fists."

mad!

Xie Cheng's eye twitched slightly.

This kid is even more arrogant than I was when I was young.

"it is good."

Xie Cheng didn't waste any words. He gripped the pole with both hands, one in front of the other, and squatted down slightly, assuming a "medium-level spear" stance.

"The Zhongping Spear is the king of spears, and its central point is the most difficult to defend against."

The moment this stance was revealed, a chilling killing intent immediately swept over us.

That wasn't just for show; it was real marksmanship, the kind that comes from seeing blood and killing people.

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath.

Sink your breath to your lower abdomen and press your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

The major tendons inside the body begin to tighten, making a faint "thumping" sound, like a bowstring being fully drawn.

"please!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Xie Cheng made a move.

The heavy white waxwood pole in his hand was like a light straw, instantly transforming into a venomous dragon that tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Chen Zhuo's heart.

"Buzz—"

The pole head trembled, creating a ring of afterimages that made it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

fast!

too fast!

Chen Zhuo only felt a blur before his eyes, and the cold pole head was already at his chest.

This is the advantage of weaponry.

One inch long, one inch strong.

On this vast, empty ice surface, Xie Cheng, wielding a long pole, was practically invincible.

But he didn't back down.

Just as the pole was about to pierce his chest, Chen Zhuo's spine jerked violently, and his whole body twisted strangely like a startled snake.

Movement Technique: Dragon Form Bone Search!

"Whoosh!"

The pole tip grazed past his cotton-padded coat, even kicking up a tuft of cotton wool. It struck the air behind him with a sharp crack: "Snap!"

A gust of wind blew in his face, and although it didn't hit him hard, Chen Zhuo felt a stinging pain on his skin.

"That's impressive!"

At the same time, Chen Zhuo slipped and took advantage of the moment when Xie Cheng's old strength had dissipated and new strength had not yet arisen to pounce on him.

Half-step Crushing Fist!

He wants to close the distance!

As long as you get close, a spear is just a fire poker!

But Xie Cheng would never give him that chance.

"snort!"

Xie Cheng snorted coldly, then pressed his hands down sharply. The spear shaft, which had been piercing empty air, seemed to come alive, suddenly sinking downwards and then sweeping horizontally.

Lannaza!

This "blocking" tactic, like an iron chain across the river, sealed off all of Chen Zhuo's paths.

The ash pole, accompanied by a whistling sound, lashed fiercely towards Chen Zhuo's waist.

If that punch had landed properly, it would have ruptured my kidneys.

Chen Zhuo had no way to avoid it.

Since we can't get a refund, then we won't!

"open!"

Chen Zhuo let out a low roar and advanced instead of retreating.

He stomped his foot hard, and several cracks instantly appeared on the ice. Using the recoil, he shot towards the sweeping pole like a cannonball.

Half-step Crushing Fist!

But he didn't try to break the ash tree with his fists; that would be like throwing an egg against a rock.

Just as his body was about to collide with the pole, his right hand suddenly shot out like an iron clamp, precisely grabbing the high-speed moving pole.

"court death!"

Xie Cheng sneered.

Anyone who dares to grab this kind of waxwood pole with added rotational force is simply asking for trouble. That twist and turn could completely shred the skin and flesh of a person's hand!

really.

Before Chen Zhuo's fingers even touched the bar, a tremendous rotating force came, as if it would break his wrist.

In that split second, a faint green light flashed in his eyes.

In his view, the world seemed to slow down at that moment.

He saw the white waxwood pole being pulled out rapidly, and even through the shaft, he could see the tension and relaxation of Xie Cheng's arm muscles, and how that power rose from the soles of his feet, was transmitted through his waist and hips to his arms, and then poured into the shaft.

A red and blue "human exertion diagram" instantly formed in his mind.

The red lines represent the direction of the force, while the blue nodes are the turning points of the force, and also where the weaknesses lie!

"This is it!"

Chen Zhuo captured the moment when Xie Cheng's old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet emerged.

He stomped his foot hard, and the ice shattered.

The left hand, soft as cotton, gently strokes the pole as if caressing a musical string; the right hand, strong as iron, firmly grips the most critical point of force on the pole.

"Place your order!"

Chen Zhuo let out a low roar, and the muscles in his body suddenly clenched.

With a sudden flick of the wrist, following the direction of the bar's rotation, a wrapping motion, and a snap, the wrist snapped shut.

Little hands in your sleeves!

Use the opponent's strength against them, and use minimal force to achieve maximum effect!

This was the wrestling technique he had stolen from Gangzi, and the result of his hard work over the past few days. He had integrated the soft power of wrestling into the fierce power of Xingyi Quan, and now, combined with the precise analysis of the Golden Finger, it instantly produced an amazing effect.

"squeak--"

A tooth-grinding scraping sound rang out.

The unstoppable white waxwood pole was actually stopped for a moment by Chen Zhuo's hook and pull.

Although it was only for a moment.

But for masters to spar, that's enough.

Using the force of the impact, Chen Zhuo moved his body forward into the center, his left fist like a drill, aiming straight for Xie Cheng's throat.

Xingyi Drilling Fist!

This turn of events was completely unexpected by Xie Cheng. He hadn't expected this young man to have such insight and courage, and he certainly hadn't expected him to break his gun-blocking stance with such an almost "rogue" method.

But Xie Cheng was, after all, a seasoned veteran.

Remain calm in the face of danger.

He suddenly pulled his hands back and used the end of the pole to strike Chen Zhuo's lower abdomen.

"Bang!"

A lose-lose situation.

Chen Zhuo's drilling punch forced Xie Cheng to lean back and dodge, but the punch grazed Xie Cheng's chin, leaving a bloody mark. Xie Cheng's pole butt, however, landed squarely on Chen Zhuo's lower abdomen.

"Hmm!"

Chen Zhuo grunted, his body being knocked back four or five meters, almost falling into the ice hole.

My stomach churned violently, and I almost threw up the meat I had just eaten.

"Good lad."

Xie Cheng touched the bloodstains on his chin, and his eyes finally changed.

It's the excitement of encountering prey, and also the respect of encountering an opponent.

"There's some skill involved."

He shook his trembling hands, gripped the white waxwood staff tightly again, and his aura became even more solemn than before. "But, can you use that move a second time?"

Chen Zhuo rubbed his lower abdomen, straightened up, and spat a mouthful of blood onto the pristine ice surface.

The deep red color was glaring.

"Whether it works or not, you'll know once you try it."

Chen Zhu grinned, the green light in his eyes intensifying.

happy!

This is the kind of battle he wants!

The thrill of walking on the edge of life and death made his blood boil.