boyutpedia Chapter 9 Helplessness
Chapter 9 Helplessness
The fist pierced the air with a dull whistle, and the howling wind pressure wrinkled the close-fitting night clothes.
Instead of attacking Fu Que's vital points, the middle-aged man targeted his right arm, which was closer and harder to stop.
Two days ago, before Fu Que and Hu Liangyu joined forces, even with the help of the Reality Vision, he would have been flustered.
Then, without realizing it, you fall into your opponent's rhythm, and even if you manage to kill your opponent in the end, you may still get injured.
But this is not two days ago.
Fighting is not like chopping down trees; even with great strength, you can't keep flying bricks. Only now did Fu Que truly begin to understand.
The punch was about to land.
Fu Que reached across his waist with his left hand, and instantly, a blinding white light burst forth in front of him again, forcing the middle-aged man to close his eyes. The cannon punch he unleashed was carried away by inertia.
Fu Que discarded his knife and broke his arm with his right hand, clamping the middle-aged man's forearm between his fingers. He brought his four fingers together like an iron hoop, avoiding the arm guards on the back of the man's arm, and hooked down hard at the Quchi acupoint on the wrist.
The middle-aged man felt as if his entire forearm had been electrocuted, and it was sore and swollen. His blood and qi circulation suddenly stagnated.
Having fought gang battles for over a decade, the middle-aged man was a seasoned veteran. Although he suffered a loss upon first meeting the enemy, his reflexes were extremely quick.
His face contorted with rage, and ignoring his swollen eyes and numb right arm, he made no attempt to create distance.
Instead, enduring the excruciating pain in her right arm as if struck by lightning, she rammed into Fu Que's arms, grabbed Fu Que's waist with her left hand like a steel whip, and bit Fu Que's ear like a thug in a fight.
If someone lacks sufficient combat experience, even a martial artist with superior skills can easily be overwhelmed by this beast-like attack and turn the tide of battle.
Unfortunately, Fu Que did not have much combat experience, but he had a cheat code: his True Vision made everything in front of him appear as a picture world drawn with black and white lines.
If you can't stimulate Fu Que's senses, you naturally can't touch his heartstrings.
Otherwise, influenced by his decades of life experience in his previous life, Fu Que wouldn't be able to kill people so decisively and cleanly, killing them as easily as killing chickens.
With just a slight tilt of his head, the middle-aged man bit his shoulder instead of his ear. The moment the middle-aged man's arm touched Fu Que's waist, Fu Que's right elbow slammed fiercely into the middle-aged man's face, making a muffled thud.
Blood mixed with sweat splattered out, and four broken teeth spun in the air before falling into the muddy water at his feet.
The middle-aged man's elbow strike faltered for a moment, and Fu Que took advantage of this brief opening to turn around, using his right foot as a pivot point to spin rapidly, his right arm gripping the knife in reverse to catch it, and with a swift, vertical slash, he cut the middle-aged man's face.
This move was as natural and effortless as a gazelle hanging its horns.
The ability of a charlatan to copy sketches truly possesses an unpredictable power to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary. In just two days, he transformed a young man who could only throw bricks with his bare hands into a martial artist who had diligently practiced the 3324 sword technique for at least a decade.
The middle-aged man's hand slash had just pierced Fu Que's ribs. If he had another breath, the force of the Blood Breaking Gate would have been enough to rip Fu Que's entire kidney out.
But he didn't have that one breath left. In half a breath, no, just a moment, the blade from below would cleave him in two!
The middle-aged man hurriedly dodged the attack and retreated hastily. Fu Que, naturally not one to let it go, followed closely behind.
However, Fu Que maintained a good sense of distance between himself and the middle-aged man, neither too far nor too close, just three feet away, the perfect distance from which the waist knife could exert its greatest advantage.
If they get too close, the opponent's arm armor gives them an advantage in close combat, and the 3324 sword technique won't be able to unleash its full power. If they're too far away, the opponent might feign an opening and risk injury to roll into the night and escape.
Although Fu Que has the ability to track down the trail through his true vision, unexpected events may still occur during their chase.
Three feet away, just right!
His arms were muscular and flowing, and he gripped the knife with both hands, pressing down fiercely with a chilling whistling sound.
Split Mount Hua in two!
"Bang—!"
Blood trickled from the middle-aged man's mouth as he braced himself with his arms crossed, the blades clashing against each other, producing a series of ear-piercing sparks and sounds.
"Tap tap tap!"
The middle-aged man was forced to retreat repeatedly by the forceful, mountain-splitting strike that took advantage of the impact.
The veins on his forehead were bulging like small snakes, tears streamed down his face, his nose was crooked and bleeding, and his expression was twisted like a demon.
"Dragon Tiger Cavalry?!"
The middle-aged man slammed his back against the long table, which stopped his fall. He then braced his left arm on the thick wooden board.
He couldn't catch his breath, and boiling blood surged to his chest and throat. He couldn't help but vomit a large pool of blood and asked with difficulty.
Fu Que's attacks all hit the key points of his blood circulation. He forcibly blocked the powerful blow that split Mount Hua, but with his blood flowing backward, he could no longer suppress it.
In a place like Gaoyang County, there are quite a few people who can defeat someone like me, a martial artist who has experienced street battles and is on the verge of death, without any chance of fighting back.
But given their young age and their targeting of the Green Gang, only the Dragon Tiger Cavalry could do it.
Although there was no apparent damage, the middle-aged man knew very well that his internal organs still felt like they were being soaked in boiling oil, a burning sensation that indicated that his lungs and viscera had been damaged.
Fu Que did not answer, but simply looked at him calmly.
That's it.
The middle-aged man spat out another mouthful of blood and nodded.
At that moment, a dozen or so men in gray short jackets, each holding a short knife, suddenly leaped in from outside the courtyard wall.
The leader of the men with short swords said, "Brother Fu, the few who escaped have all been killed, and their bodies are outside."
He pointed his short sword at the middle-aged man who was leaning against the long table, panting, and asked, "What do we do with this?"
"Stay away. No matter what, he's a Blood Realm Warrior. Killing you wouldn't be a problem for him."
Fu Que shook his head.
"clear."
The man with the short sword readily complied and ordered his men to retreat.
"It's unusual for the Dragon Tiger Guards to be mixed up with gangs. I remember the Dragon Tiger Guards have very strict rules. Aren't you afraid of being punished according to their rules?"
The middle-aged man was a seasoned gossip and immediately recognized that the nearly ten people who came in afterward were also members of a gang.
"Is it fresh? Not really. If it were fresh, would I need to take action? If the Dragon Riders really made a move, the grass on your graves would be several meters high by now."
Fu Que said with a cold smile.
Although he didn't have a savior complex, he was quite dissatisfied with, and even disgusted by, the Dragon Riders' inaction.
As the part of the Imperial Guard responsible for monitoring people, even if the Dragon Riders themselves were too lazy to take action, they were bound by the Emperor's orders. If they put a little pressure on the county magistrate, the surrounding counties wouldn't be in such a chaotic state.
But being a lowly person with little influence, Fu Que could only suppress his dissatisfaction, no matter how much he was dissatisfied with the mere reserve Tiger Cavalry.
All he could do was assassinate the leader of the Green Gang to make them more wary, thereby affecting the quantity and frequency of smuggling transactions. As for anything more, he was powerless.
Just like now, he has taken over three small gangs with more than ten people each, and even by reducing protection fees, he can only barely give the fishermen in the bay a little breathing room.
Thinking of this, Fu Que's gaze grew even colder.