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Chapter 83: 【076】Yama’s Three-Point Hand

Chapter 83: 【076】Yama’s Three-Point Hand

Seeing the change in Wang Longhu’s body, Nalan Lei’s expression instantly became much more solemn.

Dark Force, although mentioned alongside Ming Jin, contains far more intricacies compared to the audible Ming Jin.

Being able to use Dark Force to attack acupoints is just an entry-level skill. If it could only be used against enemies, Dark Force wouldn’t be so mysterious and wouldn’t be the coveted skill of countless Martial Artists.

The true wonder of Dark Force lies in the unity of mind and intention, intention and energy, energy and strength.

Using Dark Force to temper the body, strengthen muscles and bones, and clear all the body’s meridians and acupoints. If one day all the acupoints can emit force, that is the unity of energy and strength.

At that time, the Martial Artist’s body becomes extremely sensitive, far beyond an ordinary person’s neural responses, where not even a feather can land on them, and a fly cannot settle on them.

This is the profound state mentioned by Tai Chi Grandmaster Wang Zongyue in the "Tai Chi Theory," where ’a feather cannot be added, and a fly cannot land.’

Now, Wang Longhu demonstrated this muscle technique of ’Tiger Back and Bear Waist,’ making it even harder to see through the level to which he has practiced Dark Force.

Snap!

Wang Longhu’s black hair instantly stood on end, his entire body surged forward in front of Nalan Lei, and he threw a mountainous punch, cutting across.

The veins of his arm bulged, showing his full power. Nalan Lei immediately brought up both palms, one hand deflecting the root of Wang Longhu’s arm, the other pressing down hard on his shoulder, then fiercely kneed Wang Longhu’s face.

Throughout the process, Nalan Lei didn’t let his hands touch Wang Longhu’s palms, fearing another acupoint attack.

Given Wang Longhu’s age, being able to develop Dark Force is already the limit. Nalan Lei believed the points of force would at most be limited to his hands, and that other parts of the body could also exert force, Nalan Lei absolutely did not believe.

If Wang Longhu had truly reached that level, he wouldn’t be his opponent.

Seeing the knee strike about to hit his face, Wang Longhu’s neck suddenly erupted with immense power, lifting his face up, and he rammed his head fiercely towards Nalan Lei’s face.

Nalan Lei never expected Wang Longhu could still unleash such strong force, and was headbutted squarely, breaking his nose on the spot, molars spraying out like popcorn, instantaneously covering his face in blood, indescribably miserable.

However, Wang Longhu did not gain any advantage, as Nalan Lei’s knee, though not hitting his face, struck his abdomen. A twisting force erupted in Wang Longhu’s internal organs, causing him to spew several mouthfuls of yellow liquid, vomiting up the undigested remnants of his dinner.

When injured, it’s best to pursue and deal a final blow before the opponent recovers their breath.

Wang Longhu, disregarding the nausea in his abdomen, quickly struck Nalan Lei’s heart with a Beng Fist, intending to swiftly take his life. After all, he had already killed many tonight; one more didn’t matter.

Nalan Lei had been practicing martial arts for many years, and understanding the situation, despite his broken nose and blood-covered face, he didn’t dare slack off. He quickly dodged Wang Longhu’s punch edge with a left shake and used five fingers to strike his ribs, instantly wrenching Wang Longhu’s expression with pain.

Like a white crane pecking, Nalan Lei used Ming Jin to at least break two of Wang Longhu’s ribs.

Furious, Wang Longhu rapidly clamped Nalan Lei’s wrist with his arm, taking a horse stance and stepping on his foot. With a force that could leave an imprint even on concrete, the power of this step was self-evident.

Nalan Lei, having suffered consecutive setbacks to the head and feet, suddenly saw stars, and nearly fainted with pain.

But at that moment, he forced himself to press his tongue against the roof of his mouth, causing a large amount of saliva to flow into his mouth, which Nalan Lei swallowed.

His cheek swelled as if he had swallowed an Elixir, moving down his throat into his stomach, making his eyes noticeably clearer. His wrist went limp, slipping out of Wang Longhu’s clamp like boneless, retreating four or five steps back.

"What the hell?" Wang Longhu was baffled seeing Nalan Lei become completely invigorated, his mind filled with disbelief.

Even though Nalan Lei’s face was bloodied and he limped on one foot, Wang Longhu could clearly feel his Spirit returning to life, like a master who had just rested awhile and was entering the fray.

Compared to Wang Longhu’s state, they were worlds apart.

Seeing Nalan Lei in such a state, the monk who had just repelled a Martial Artist hurriedly warned: "Wang Longhu, don’t let him recover. Tai Chi of the mysterious sect has strong energy sensing, fast growth, and full stamina benefits. It can promote health, ensure longevity, maintain smooth flow, and prevent degeneration. When necessary, stamina can be as unending as a sponge absorbing water, excelling at prolonged entanglement."

Wang Longhu understood from this why Nalan Lei could continue fighting even after his Dark Force entered his body. He must have used the mysterious Tai Chi to temporarily suppress the injury, and one has to admit such an enemy is terrifying.

"This old braid really has some skills, although his temper stinks a bit, he can still hold up when it counts." Yu Tianli smirked to himself.

This way, no matter how things ended for Nalan Lei, he would deplete Wang Longhu’s Spirit and stamina. After that, he would only need to leave the perfect finishing strike to himself.

"Huff...huff..." With his swollen eyes open, Nalan Lei stared at Wang Longhu intently. Although he still had some stamina left, it seemed he was at the end of his rope.

Even though Tai Chi of the mysterious sect could provide Martial Artists with unending stamina during a fight, martial arts aren’t divine powers; everything has its limit.

Nalan Lei endured Wang Longhu’s lethal attacks twice, and now his body absolutely couldn’t take any more errors.

Wang Longhu swallowed a gulp of saliva, his arms trembling, clearly also at his stamina’s limit.

Killing so many Martial Artists earlier had consumed too much of his strength. Otherwise, dealing with a mere Ming Jin like Nalan Lei wouldn’t have been so difficult.

In a war of attrition, even a Dark Force expert could be exhausted to death.

"Kid, you’re dead tonight. There’s still time to run." Nalan Lei sneered maliciously, slowly adopting the Tai Chi starting stance.

In a confrontation, breaking through the opponent’s mental defense is also a form of competition. A disturbed mind leads to disordered limbs, and one’s strength would decrease by a few degrees.

Wang Longhu let out a cold snort, leaping forward like a tiger to instantly close the four or five steps gap Nalan Lei had retreated earlier, immediately launching a straight punch towards him.

Nalan Lei blocked with his backhand and swung a punch, while Wang Longhu twisted right to dodge, only to meet Nalan Lei’s sidestep and outward swing kick.

The force of this kick was considerable; being hit in the head could cause immediate unconsciousness or worse, unconsciousness with a concussion.

In such a situation, a Martial Artist could either brace for it and hope their skull was hard enough, or they could try to dodge in time.

Nalan Lei probably assumed that given Wang Longhu’s current physical state, he could only dodge, which was why he dared to brazenly throw such a kick.

The traditional martial arts proverb states: "A good kick doesn’t go above the waist, doesn’t pass the knee; a raised leg is three points dangerous, past the knee poses risk."

A Martial Artist’s legs are like two piles; the lower body’s unity with the waist is trained in the waist and these piles. When you easily lift a leg, you’ve suspended one of your piles, exposing a flaw.

If you can kill the opponent with one strike, there’s no need for concern.

But if the opponent finds a flaw to counterattack through this, the situation could be reversed instantly.

Nalan Lei’s outward swing kick reached Wang Longhu’s forehead level. Although it could kill Wang Longhu with a single hit, in Wang Longhu’s eyes, it was the best opportunity Nalan Lei had left him.

If he didn’t seize this opportunity, it would be very troublesome to deal with this tireless guy.

Their thoughts and judgments happened in a flash. In an instant, Wang Longhu retracted his neck, raised his shoulders, as if they were two shields bracing both sides of his ears.

This was the famous Muay Thai stance for protecting the head from severe shock. Wang Longhu had seen it in videos, and at this moment, he adopted it directly.

"What?!" Nalan Lei was shocked to see Wang Longhu not dodge at all, cold sweat breaking out instantly.

In his view, how could any Martial Artist choose such a method to respond? It was entirely a life-for-life strategy unless Wang Longhu could remain conscious after taking his kick. Otherwise, he couldn’t possibly launch any counterattack.

But what Nalan Lei didn’t know was that the best experience Wang Longhu learned from the masked man who stole the Buddha statue in Jiuchai Village was...when necessary, to fight life for life.

When taking Nalan Lei’s swing kick head-on, Wang Longhu’s two palms shot out in succession, each striking Nalan Lei’s chest, followed by an upward-angled third palm pushing up Nalan Lei’s chin.

This move was enormously powerful. A cracking sound came from Nalan Lei’s neck as his cervical vertebrae fractured on the spot, beyond any chance of salvation.

Lying on the ground, Hong Wentai, semi-conscious, witnessed this scene. His eyes suddenly lit up as he mustered all his willpower to open his eyes wide, laughing involuntarily: "Good! What a Yama’s Three-Point Hand, truly sent him to meet King Yama."

Just as he finished speaking, he fell into a deep faint.

Wang Longhu’s figure swayed; taking Nalan Lei’s kick, his body was indeed in discomfort.

Fearing that Nalan Lei’s mystical Tai Chi might still have some last schemes, even after breaking his cervical vertebrae, Wang Longhu still felt it wasn’t entirely safe.

"Heh!"

Thus, he stomped the ground hard with both legs, transferring force to his waist, immediately forming fists, mixing both Ming Jin and Dark Force into his strikes. In a tiger-like cannon punch, he fiercely struck Nalan Lei’s chest.

The opponent’s entire body flew backward, crashing into the outer wall of an old house four meters away, sticking for a moment before slowly sliding down to the ground, dead beyond a doubt.

"What an age, is it really necessary?"

A Martial Artist who trained for decades ended up dying in such a remote place as a pit on a ridge, even Wang Longhu couldn’t help but feel a bit wistful.

"Hahaha! Nalan Lei, you didn’t die in vain!"

Just as Wang Longhu was about to turn around and help the monk against the few Martial Artists besieging him, a joyous laughter suddenly erupted from the rooftop of the old house next door.

The laughter was filled with unabashed elation and excitement, obvious upon hearing.

Wang Longhu looked up, his expression slightly grim. As he expected, a master was concealed in the shadows, who couldn’t wait to reveal himself upon Nalan Lei’s death.