Chapter 61: War Death, Imperial Decree
3rd update, ah~ auto-update messed up the date again.
The two people on the stage are now like ironing. Fist to fist, leg to leg, hard against hard! Donald's former karate offense and defense balance, with equal emphasis on hands and feet, attacking like a meteor hitting a stone with an iron hammer, crisp and powerful! When defending, he guarded tightly, not letting water in. Now, after undergoing extreme training under scientific data detection, his strength has greatly increased, and his karate has long surpassed the founder of Kyokushin Kaikan, Masutatsu Oyama, with a dense and fierce style, mainly close-range combat, completely like a general wielding a thousand-pound hammer, not seeking close-range combat, not seeking continuous attacks, only seeking effective strikes on the opponent's body, striving to break down the opponent's fighting power and even life in the shortest time possible! Yang Junhu is mainly using sanda as his combat technique. He now practices internal training with one breath, invigorating his whole body, and external training with muscles, bones, and skin, with boundless strength. Donald's attack was just what he had in mind. After countless exchanges, the two men clashed leg to leg, and Yang Junhu sensitively detected that Donald's qi and blood were finally shaken at this moment, and his body temperature rapidly rose, with his heart rate simultaneously accelerating. This is a sign of Donald reaching his limit, and also a sign of Donald's desperation!
Hu Zi's exceptional fighting talent helped him make the right choice at this moment. He decided to thoroughly abandon his defense and launch a fierce attack on Donald. In Tai Chi, there are two routines that emphasize actual combat, extremely powerful and aggressive - Single Whip! Left Single Whip, Right Single Whip!
In the heat of battle, Donald's eyes turned bright red, his hands bulged with veins and his muscles swelled, making him appear three times larger! Tiger's son kicked his chest with a mighty kick, but he didn't dodge, instead charging forward. In mid-air, he twisted his body to avoid the kick, while simultaneously using both hands to grab Tiger's legs. Tiger retreated a step, thinking it was an opportunity for counterattack, and immediately launched a close-range knife-hand strike at Tiger's chest. He thought Tiger would either block or dodge like before, but instead, his knife-hand met with Tiger's single whip. The right single whip came swiftly, almost imperceptibly, with only the sensation of tearing through the air aimed at his head. Donald managed to pierce Tiger's chest, but he knew that this single whip could have sent his head flying. He didn't dare to engage in a mutual destruction with Tiger and hastily raised his hand to defend himself. The fighting style returned to its original iron-forging mode, but with a difference - Tiger's momentum had been building for a long time, and Donald's retreat only fueled his energy. With his momentum rising, there was no stopping him; the right single whip was followed by the left, and the gentle yet powerful Taichi fist he normally used became a fierce and violent punch. The stormy rain of blows fell upon Donald's head as he desperately tried to defend himself with consecutive blocks. Their sleeves were already torn apart from the intense exchange!
Situ Xinyi's eyes, which had been half-closed until now, suddenly opened wide, shining with a piercing light as he gazed at the two people in the arena. With his old Daoist skills, he could see that the battle had reached its climax! Hu Zi was not superior in terms of strength, but Tangna'er, who had relied on hormone-like drugs to stimulate himself to this level of power, was already exhausted and would soon collapse from fatigue if Hu Zi continued to attack without stopping.
The scene in the arena was exactly as Situ Xinyi had guessed. Donald now didn't even have the chance to retreat, Hu Zi's single whip was becoming more and more ferocious and unreasonable, with increasing speed, Donald's face was getting redder and redder, while Hu Zi's face was getting whiter and whiter! Just when Donald had barely resisted Hu Zi's 160 lashes of his single whip, suddenly Hu Zi's body violently expanded three times under the intense flow of blood and energy, his face turned from white to red, as red as blood! This scene was exactly the same as Donald's earlier appearance, at the same time Hu Zi struck a double whip with the momentum of Mount Tai crushing down on Donald. Donald's legs had long been nailed into the cement platform, now he only had one choice: to raise his hands and continue to defend himself. At this moment, Donald was already exhausted, he bit his tongue and let out a loud roar, his face suddenly turned white, all his fear and despair gone, he raised his hands high and charged forward against Hu Zi's crushing blow! The sound of their arms colliding shook the air, the two people seemed to be stuck together, Hu Zi above, his eyes and face as red as blood, Donald's face deathly pale, desperately holding off Hu Zi's attack. The bones of both men emitted a series of sounds like thunderclaps. Finally, under Hu Zi's enormous pressure, Donald burst out with all his remaining strength, he let out a loud roar, Ah~~~~ Ha! and actually sent Hu Zi flying high into the air! Ye Houdong was shocked to see this scene, fortunately after Hu Zi fell onto the platform, he immediately sprang up, his face flushing red. He walked straight up to Donald, bowed deeply,
Donald's face turned white as if there was no blood left, his entire white karate uniform stained red with fresh blood. In that instant, he had pushed his body to the extreme, and in a state of fully opened pores, all his blood flowed out at once. Donald only realized at the moment of his death that to attain the true essence of martial arts, one must have the courage to face strong enemies, dare to stake their life without fear, and possess a heroic spirit that is willing to risk everything. Unfortunately, just as he unleashed what might be the strongest blow in history, his life reached its end.
Yang Junhu's courtesy was a sign of respect for the person who had grasped the true meaning of martial arts before his death in battle.
Situ Xinyi witnessed the entire martial arts competition and no one in the audience understood the impact of this match on Yang Junhu's martial arts training better than him. He immediately beckoned to have someone take Ye Haodong and Yang Junhu away from the scene. At the same time, he sent people to send the two girls who came together back to the villa where Ye Haodong and others lived.
Whether it was the onlookers or the two Korean masters who had been harboring ill intentions, they were all stunned by the fight that had just exceeded human capabilities. The outcome of the match was brutal, but the entire process was even more thrilling! The onlookers were still immersed in the intense and unparalleled battle, savoring every detail. Ye Haodong and Yang Junhu, however, had already been arranged to sit inside Situ Xinyi's 72-version Terrayuan top-of-the-line limousine.
The place where Sī Tū Xìn Yì lived in seclusion had a Chinese-style tea house on the outside, but inside it was a different world. After passing through the pavilions and buildings, Ye Hào Dōng and Yang Jūn Hǔ followed Sī Tū Xìn Yì to a spacious and bright hall with traditional double doors. Yang Jūn Hǔ was led by Lín Shǒu Yī to rest in a quiet room at the back, reflecting on the gains from the fight just now, savoring the feeling of his body reaching its peak when he grasped the rhythm of his breath and energy.
Only Situ Xinyi and Ye Haodong were left in the hall.
Situ Xinyi didn't say a word, and circled around Ye Haodong three times. Suddenly, he took down the exquisite dragon-headed staff made of red wood from the middle of the hall, handed it to Ye Haodong, and asked in a loud voice: "Xiao Ma Song, I'm passing this staff to you, dare you take it?"
As soon as Ye Haodong entered the door, he noticed the beautifully crafted red wooden dragon head cane and the couplet above it. The dragon head cane was not only attractive in its craftsmanship but also eye-catching due to its deep red color, which seemed to be stained with human blood. The couplet above read: "Entering the Hongmen is not for personal gain or friendship, coming here without justice is not allowed." Ye Haodong knew little about the vast and powerful organization that was present wherever Fang Hua went, but he was aware that the old man in front of him was a very important figure. Was this dragon head cane a symbol of the Hongmen's leadership? Ye Haodong's face was filled with surprise and doubt, his eyes fixed on Sutu Xinyi's hand holding the dragon head cane for a long time without speaking. After careful consideration, he finally declined: "Aren't you being too hasty? While possessing this thing is something that countless people dream of, it also brings great responsibility along with power. I'm still young, and this thing is too binding. Let's just forget about it."
Situ Xinyi chuckled: "Little horse, I knew you'd misunderstand the meaning of an old man like me." After finishing speaking, the old gentleman walked to the front of the armchair, turned around and sat down. Looking at Ye Haodong's astonished expression, he smiled and said: "I suppose my identity has also been guessed by you as the current Dragon Head of the Hongmen?"
Ye Haodong asked in surprise: "Isn't it?"
Situ Xinyi picked up the teacup and took a sip, his voice somewhat melancholic: "Twelve years ago it was, but my current position is called 'Zhi Huang', just an ordinary Hung Men elder with no duties or power."
Ye Haodong casually asked, "Why not? What does 'making an emperor' mean?" This gentleman's curiosity was piqued, and he didn't care about rules or taboos anymore. Whatever came to mind, he would ask.
