Chapter Nineteenth: Yang Meng's Martial Skills

  Iron pot, Kunming local has, but the mixer got him stuck, his own manufacturing is a mixture of toxic drugs, manual mixing without protective masks, his workers all become addicted, sealed mixer, became Yang Meng's problem to solve.

  After finding many craftsmen who couldn't solve the problem, it was finally solved by a copper craftsman recruited by Yang Meng a few days ago. A pure copper mixer, powered by an ox, was made to work with the craftsmen to develop the mixer, which delayed Yang Meng's schedule for over ten days.

  The necessary materials for the production of opium and the auxiliary equipment are almost all ready, what is lacking now is only the main ingredient opium. As for his own skills, Yang Meng was very confident. Chapter 019 started, Ma Qinghu, Cen Yueting, Jiang Shuqian, thirty knife hands, and twenty knife hands were guarding the cave in Xishan, more than fifty people were enough to do something big.

  The physique of these thugs is not great, compared to myself they are just a bunch of monkeys, but their spirit and energy are not bad. Their foundation also needs to be tested, so when it's time to take action, it will be easier to arrange manpower.

  "Let me see your skills, bring out your true abilities."

  Yang Meng gave a loud order, and the thirty knife-wielding men didn't hesitate. Each of them found their own opponent and started fighting.

  The result was a great disappointment to Yang Meng, these foundations were not bad, but compared to himself, they were far inferior. Although they also played with fists and feet, the framework was there, but the real kung fu was scarce.

  "Ma Qinghu, you go try."

  Ma Qinghu's eighteen elbows are quite lethal, and can be used in conjunction with knife hands to achieve a satisfactory effect. However, these people, although targeting the vital areas of the chest, abdomen, and head, move too slowly and have a low killing efficiency.

  "You, you, you, come and practice with me!"

  These people seem to need some good training, their skills in fighting are not bad, but they are far from being able to kill.

  The few knife-wielding men named by Yang Meng stood motionless, what a joke, to spar with the third master of the Yang family was to look for death!

  "What are you all staring at? Let's get on with the training. Can't you move any faster? You're dawdling like a bunch of women."

  Seeing those knife-wielding men unmoved, Yang Meng also got angry - didn't his words have any effect?

  "Third Master, your hands are heavy! Spare the younger ones! Even Old Master can't withstand your fists and kicks. If these whelps go up against you, they'll only be sending themselves to their deaths."

  Wei Tuozi, the leader of Yang Meng's knife-wielding men, spoke up. Wei was one of the few skilled fighters in the Yang family and had been specifically assigned to Yang Meng by Ding Baozhen.

  It turned out to be this reason, Yang Meng also knew that these knife hands were just a bit more violent and cruel, plus they had practiced some boxing and kicking, so they were hired by the Yang family. To say that they really played with their lives, these people still fell short.

  "Wei Luozu, let's try it out then! Don't worry, I've got a plan. We'll just use fake moves and won't exert any force, how about that?"

  Wei Louzi's face turned green as he walked up to Yang Meng, his heart racing non-stop. He was also reckless with his words, why not just find Master Ding directly? Why bother arguing with San Ye, wasn't that just asking for trouble?

  "Third Master must show mercy!"

  Wei Luozu was different from those hired thugs, he had accepted the fertile land given by the Yang family and was considered half a member of the Yang family. This Yang San Ye in the eyes of Old Master Yang was a precious darling, and he himself had no way to compete with San Ye, even if he was beaten to death, his family would definitely be taken care of by Yang Fo Ye.

  "It's just an empty threat, what are you afraid of!"

  Yang Meng slowly stretched out his hand and patted Wei Tuozi's body a few times, and Wei Tuozi finally trembled with fear and began to compare with Yang Meng.

  "Kill!"

  As soon as the two came into contact, Yang Meng was a throat stab, and Wei Tuozi was so scared that his whole body trembled. Looking at the fist stuck to his neck, Old Wei, who had played with knives for over a decade, almost lost control of his bladder, and if not for San Ye tapping his chin with his fist, he would have peed in his pants.

  "Come again!"

  Yang Meng didn't say much more, and after Wei Baozi recovered a bit, they started sparring again.

  "Kill!"

  Still in a flash, Wei Lu's fist was locked by Yang Meng, and an elbow strike hit the temple.

  Fists came and legs went, the two men practiced dozens of times, and Wei Tuozi was like a wooden puppet, unable to make a decent counterattack. Seeing that Yang Meng didn't use his full strength, Wei Tuozi also wanted to regain some face, and his movements slowly became more open.

  Yang Meng was also unclear what kind of fist Wei Congzi was using, anyway it was all flaws, his own killing technique was also the most commonly used in special forces, when he was a ordinary mercenary in Southeast Asia, even if he had learned better killing techniques, he wouldn't have been able to learn them.

  It's precisely this kind of real combat skill that made Wei Luosi break out in a cold sweat. San Ye didn't even use his full strength, and once he adds some power, I'll either be dead or crippled. Looking at this San Ye from my hometown, the reason he can make a name for himself as a tyrant in Yunnan is because of the skills under his hands.

  "Big brother, San Ye's move is not simple! All are killing moves, I thought my fists and feet were good enough, but against San Ye, it's a dead end!"

  Ding Baojun stood with Yang Shiqin in the corner, commenting on Yang Meng's moves. Wei Tuozi and Yang Meng were practicing together, and this news was immediately passed to Ding Baojun. Afraid of trouble, Ding Baojun found Yang Shiqin, and the two stood aside, witnessing Yang Meng's moves throughout.

  "This kid learned such a ruthless move from who knows where. Baoyu, you'd better be careful in the future, don't let him take action easily, his brute strength combined with these deadly moves will surely take lives. Look at those locking techniques, attacking the enemy's weak points, and the sudden killing blow, if I were to fight this kid, it would also be a dead end."

  As for Yang Meng's methods, Yang Shiqin was not surprised either. This kind of thing relies on enlightenment, and having a good foundation does not mean that one's actual strength is also high. The saying "fist fears the young" refers to this very principle.