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Chapter 114: 【093】Overlord Swinging Tripod Style_5

Chapter 114: 【093】Overlord Swinging Tripod Style_5

This move seemed to have a flavor of "The Fierce Tiger Climbs the Mountain," but in reality, it was the Splitting and Hanging Fist.

A martial artist who has truly practiced Baji Fist for many years would definitely know the Splitting and Hanging Fist. There is a saying, "Baji combined with the Splitting and Hanging, even gods and ghosts fear."

The reason is that Baji attacks at close range, while the Splitting and Hanging attacks at mid-range. The combination of the two is extremely effective, so those who learn Baji Fist also practice Splitting and Hanging Fist.

If Zhang Jinbao really hit the head with that strike, even with Horizontal Training, he might not survive it.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Longhu sank his energy into his Dantian, channeling his power throughout his body. His shoulders and back instantly swelled, making him seem much more formidable.

Wang Longhu grabbed Zhang Jinbao’s wrist with one hand, supported his waist with the other, and before Zhang Jinbao could react, he swung his arms upward.

It was as if he lifted a weapon, hoisting Zhang Jinbao’s entire body into the air, completing a full circle before smashing him down to the ground.

Boom!

The cement floor of the warehouse shattered instantly, and where Zhang Jinbao landed, a depression formed with debris scattering around.

Before Zhang Jinbao could get up, Wang Longhu immediately leapt to his side and used the Shaking the Earth style of the Beng Fist to strike Zhang Jinbao’s abdomen with all his might.

"Ugh!" Even though Zhang Jinbao had practiced Horizontal Training, the shock of being smashed to the ground, combined with Wang Longhu’s Beng Fist, was too much for his body to withstand. He spat out a stream of blood, and his gaze at Wang Longhu was filled with fear.

He originally thought his arms had the strength of a horse and a half, enough to be unrivaled among common folk.

Unexpectedly, within Wang Longhu’s seemingly not-so-muscular body was hidden such terrifying strength. That swing just now seemed to unleash the strength of two horses, otherwise, Zhang Jinbao wouldn’t have been unable to find his footing.

"Brother Leopard! Brother Leopard!"

Seeing Zhang Jinbao lying in the pit, spitting blood and twitching, his fellow townsmen hurriedly ran over to check on him.

However, Wang Longhu’s sweeping gaze, filled with murderous intent, instantly halted them in their tracks, stopping their advance.

No one dared to move. Anyone who saw Zhang Jinbao’s miserable state at that moment would be filled with dread and unable to muster any courage.

Wang Longhu’s attack had already surpassed the level expected in a normal martial artist’s fight.

Looking at Zhang Jinbao with somewhat unfocused eyes, Wang Longhu seemed slightly indifferent and did not pay him any attention. Instead, he walked straight to the roasting beef.

This guy had trained his Horizontal Training to a considerable depth, at least ten years of rigorous practice to temper his bones and skin. Wang Longhu originally intended to have a Beng Fist punch penetrate Zhang Jinbao’s internal organs and directly break his spine through his belly.

After all, Wang Longhu had just mentioned that if Zhang Jinbao dared to make a move against him, although he wouldn’t take his life, Zhang Jinbao wouldn’t be able to get out of bed for the rest of his life.

Unexpectedly, Wang Longhu’s previous Beng Fist should have been enough to fracture the spine. But Zhang Jinbao instinctively puffed up his belly and, from his chest, issued two sounds of "hum" and "ha."

This summoned an invisible force that filled his abdomen, which absorbed much of Wang Longhu’s punch, thus avoiding breaking Zhang Jinbao’s spine on the spot, only causing some bone fractures.

However, even so, the spine, being the dragon of the human body and the source of one’s essence, once injured, the consequences are disastrous.

Although Zhang Jinbao would be able to get out of bed and move around once his injuries healed, he would never be able to engage in vigorous martial arts training again, which for a martial artist is akin to death.

"Get Brother Leopard to the medical room quickly!"

"Get a stretcher, don’t lift Brother Leopard directly, or his body will be wasted!"

Once Wang Longhu left, Zhang Jinbao’s companions regained their courage and hurried to arrange for Zhang Jinbao to be taken to the medical room.

Zheng Dongliang quickly approached Wang Longhu; the place was full of these northerners, and given their leader was injured, Zheng Dongliang only felt safe standing next to Wang Longhu.

"Brother Hu, will he die?"

Watching Wang Longhu using a small knife to cut beef from the whole roast, Zheng Dongliang quickly asked anxiously.

"He won’t die. Aren’t you hungry? Eat with me." Wang Longhu handed another small knife from the wooden table to Zheng Dongliang.

But facing the fragrant roast beef, Zheng Dongliang, too anxious and worried, had no appetite and couldn’t eat, as not everyone had Wang Longhu’s strong nerves.

And facing Wang Longhu, who was enjoying his beef alone, no one dared to approach him or cause trouble.

After taking down the most formidable fighter in this northern group, if anyone dared to challenge Wang Longhu now, they’d have to be incredibly foolish not to understand the meaning of death.

Having eaten his fill, Wang Longhu, who had expended a lot of energy just now, devoured an entire cow leg by himself. Seeing that Zheng Dongliang wasn’t eating, he contentedly left with Zheng Dongliang in tow.

While he was satisfied, tonight, many people would be unable to sleep.

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"What? Zhang Jinbao was beaten and taken to the medical room? And then he was driven out of the mountain by car overnight?"

In a small, old three-story building in the factory, a chubby man full of chest hair, smoking and playing Texas Hold’em, stood up in surprise, incredulously looking at the subordinate reporting to him.

As a leader of a small group that had fought evenly with Zhang Jinbao for years in the factory, Wu Hujie was well aware of Zhang Jinbao’s power.