Chapter Eleven: Do You Dare To Fight Me?

  "You certainly have the ability to put me in prison, and this is what I, Zhou Lin, have been expecting since my first day of smuggling. The law is as vast as the sky, but what qualifications do you, Sun Changfeng, have to arrest me? Is it because you personally came to my place to be an undercover agent and play a so-called "no-gap" game just to flatter others? Or is it because you seduced my wife and let her find someone to kidnap me?" Zhou Lin's eyes glanced slowly outside, and at this time, he already knew the outcome of that woman. His eyes had a lingering sadness and anger.

  "What do you mean?" Sun Changfeng suddenly burst out laughing: "They all say that Zhou Lin is ruthless and cunning in doing things, even the mafia in Russia will give him three points. I didn't expect that he would also be a lecherous person, who can't even let go of women who would follow me to bed with just a casual gesture. However, even if you want to resist, what do you have to rely on? Are you relying on this bald-headed man beside you to fight against me?"

  Looking at the two corpses on the ground in the mountain cave warehouse, Sun Changfeng's eyes narrowed slightly. He had been in the military for a long time and was taught how to kill, having practiced Bajiquan since he was young and obtained the true transmission. His eyes were naturally venomous, so although he didn't witness Wang Chan killing the two big men with his own eyes, from the injuries and extremely abnormal twisted shapes of their limbs, he could tell that they had suffered a fierce blow at the moment of death.

  "Since that's the case, are you daring enough to have a fight with me!" Wang Chan's eyes stood upright, looking at Sun Changfeng in front of him. "Sun Changfeng, your Eight Extremes skill is excellent, killing people as easily as cutting grass, and taking lives with just one move. But if you still follow the rules of the Jianghu, then put away your gun and let's have a match to see who wins. If you can win against me, I'll let Zhou Lin tell you everything you want to know."

  "Do you want to try your martial arts skills with me?" Sun Changfeng's face suddenly burst out laughing: "It seems that you have this idea, I didn't expect that after being undercover in Zhou Lin for so long, I still didn't know that among his friends there was someone like you? However, I am after all a true heir of the Eight Extremes Fist, and if you've had this notion, it's simply looking for death. Come on, come on, if you want to take action, then step forward yourself."

  "Wang Chan, what are you going to do? He has a gun in his hand, you can't beat him." Seeing Wang Chan suddenly speak out and challenge Sun Changfeng, Zhou Lin's face changed, and he quickly pulled Wang Chan aside and whispered in his ear: "Actually, I've long since not wanted to engage in smuggling. Those cultural relics and antiques that we got back from Old Maozi were all stolen by the Eight-Nation Alliance when they burned down the Yuanmingyuan. Now, using every means and connection at my disposal, I'm trying to transport them back into the country, with the intention of donating them to the nation, washing my hands clean, and starting anew. Even if I told him where they were, he wouldn't dare touch them. Why must you fight him to the death?"

  "He killed so many people, do you think he would let us expose him today? You can't help with this matter, just watch from the side." Although Wang Chan felt somewhat unexpected about Zhou Lin's words, he still gently pushed away Zhou Lin who was full of anxiety and took two steps forward. He casually made a gesture and stared at Sun Changfeng with piercing eyes.

  At the same time, Sun Changfeng also exercised his body a bit, making a slight movement on the spot, taking a deep breath into his lungs, and then slowly exhaling it, just like an old turtle inhaling and exhaling, dense and long-lasting, as if he was also trying his best to recover his physical strength. Just now outside the cave, he had killed several people of Lei Laohu, which really consumed a lot of energy.

  "Do you want to take a rest first, and then fight with me? Otherwise, don't say I'm bullying you!" At this time, Wang Chan's body was introverted, and the posture he put out was very strange. It seemed like a tiger crouching in the mountains, ready to pounce, but also like a python coiling its body into a snake array.

  "You think it's still the same as in the past, where everything has to follow the rules of the Jianghu, you idiot!" Just as Wang Chan's words were about to fall, Sun Changfeng suddenly moved his wrist, and the handgun that had been put away earlier was now pointing at Wang Chan. With a sneer on his face, he pulled the trigger.

  Bang! Bang! Three consecutive gunshots echoed through the empty mountain cave, and Sun Changfeng actually fired at Wang Chan without any regard.

  Sun Changfeng's handgun was not an old Type 54 pistol seized from Lei Laohu's gang, but a domestically developed and equipped 92-style 5.8mm military combat firearm in recent years. The bullet head is smaller and the firing speed is faster, so as soon as the gunshot sounded, two holes were punched through the ground where Wang Chan was standing, with sparks flying everywhere.

  At that very moment, Wang Chan seemed to have anticipated that Sun Changfeng would shoot at him. As the gunshot rang out, he had already dived forward, his elbows hitting the ground, his toes exerting force, and his entire body was like a flat, swift dash forward, as if stuck to the ground.

  Actually, Wang Chan had been on guard against Sun Changfeng all along, so at the very beginning he set up a framework that was like a "Tiger Down the Mountain" pose, with muscles tense and relaxed, seemingly tight but not quite, seemingly loose but not quite, like a tiger perched atop a mountain peak, ready to change in an instant and respond with the fastest speed.

  Although Sun Changfeng had a gun in his hand, Wang Chan had never faced a master of firearms head-on after all these years of practicing martial arts. However, Wang Daliangzi was a true master of firearms before his death, and he often entered the midst of gunfire as if it were no man's land. He once told Wang Chan that a martial artist should have strong energy and vitality, and be mindful of their surroundings, observing six directions and listening to eight sides. Although one may practice tirelessly, they can never truly move faster than a bullet in flight. Nevertheless, firearms are ultimately still used by humans.

  In the process, whether fast or slow, there will always be some omen, such as eyesight, expression, action and other subtle changes, which will be revealed in that instant of shooting. As long as these weaknesses can be discovered beforehand, avoiding bullets, which seems to be an incredible fantasy, is not impossible.

  So in Sun Changfeng's words, as soon as he spoke, his face changed and his wrist moved, Wang Chan had already completed the evasive action, pouncing down like a fierce tiger, chest and abdomen on the ground, limbs exerting force, and in this brief moment, he seemed to turn into a giant python that had just emerged from its lair. With a "hiss", he slid forward, and the ground beneath him seemed to have completely lost its frictional force, sliding forward for over a dozen steps.

  Hehehe! Wang Chan's speed was astonishingly fast, his entire body as soft as boneless flesh, and while he was dashing forward with his head held high, his eyes were fixed intently on Sun Changfeng in front of him. The muscles on his back rippled up and down, one after another, like a dozen giant rats hiding under his clothes, making him look utterly bizarre.

  According to legend, the giant python in the mountain has been devouring the essence of the sun and moon for years, and can transform into a spirit. When it hunts, its entire body doesn't touch the ground, with its upper half rising high up, and its lower half wrapped in a whirlwind, as if flying through the air. Whether climbing mountains or entering water, it moves as if walking on flat ground, with an incredible speed that defies imagination. After a long time, once claws grow from its belly, it can roll on the ground and transform into a dragon.

  Although this is just an ancient legend, Wang Chan's move "Ling She Hua Long" actually originated from this, and it's not nonsense. The practice is the lower three routes of Gongfu, which talks about snakes walking dragons flying on grass, once displayed, the chest and abdomen are only a few inches away from the ground, and the whole body has only two hands, two elbows and two toes lightly touching the ground. With one breath, the muscles all over the body move like mice, and within a short distance, they fly forward with a taste and momentum of a snake demon becoming a fairy driving the wind in mythological stories.

  At the same time, gunfire rang out, and Zhou Lin behind him also covered his head with both hands, rolled to one side, and hid behind a large stone.

  In the blink of an eye, Sun Changfeng's three spears fell short, and the distance between him and Wang Chan had rapidly narrowed.

  In modern society, the power of firearms far surpasses that of any martial artist. Since ancient times, countless masters have fallen to guns and cannons. That Wang Chan was able to dodge Sun Changfeng's shots doesn't mean his kung fu is more formidable than those masters; rather, he had the opportunity to systematically train in this area, plus he was young and strong, with a physique at its peak and sharp eyesight. As soon as he sensed something, his body reacted instinctively, even faster than his brain's neural reflexes. So when his opponent made a move, Wang Chan had already dodged beforehand, timing it perfectly, just like they had rehearsed countless times before.

  And his spirit snake transformation dragon's body method, in Wang Chan's book originally named "Horizontal Refining", was also a kind of technique used by ancient generals to temporarily save their lives in the midst of thousands of soldiers and horses when they encountered war horses being injured or accidentally falling off during battles.

  Imagine the ancient battlefield, where thousands of horses and soldiers clashed together, with countless swords and spears stabbing at the same time. If a general fell off his horse and couldn't defend himself or gain some time to get back on his feet, he would either be killed or captured. That's why the Snake Turns into Dragon technique was born, purely for self-preservation.

  However, this move was just unexpected and unprepared, as the four limbs landed on the ground, with their backs facing upwards, but without much killing power. It was only a temporary dodge to evade the enemy and delay time. Relying on this move alone, Wang Daliang had unknowingly picked up several lives during his charge into the battlefield back then.

  Wang Zan made a few swift dodges, and in the blink of an eye, he drew several large S-shapes on the ground. Bullets popped and jumped around him, leaving a string of bullet holes tightly following his body, but none of them hit him.

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