Chapter Twelve: Transverse Tiger Claw

  "Centipede? No, it seems like a snake-like move from someone's family." Sun Changfeng fired over ten shots in one breath, and although they all seemed to be ineffective, he couldn't hit Wang Chan who was right next to him. His heart suddenly skipped a beat as he realized how skilled Wang Chan was.

  He was also a skilled martial artist, and when he saw Wang Chan's hands and feet touching the ground, flying horizontally like a four-legged snake with legs, his body was extremely agile. At first, he thought it was just the "Gecko Leap" from the Shaolin Temple's secret transmission of Tongzi Gong, which is used to practice physical coordination. But after thinking about it, he realized that although the Gecko Leap also has horizontal and vertical movements, most of them are used to escape from an enemy's grasp on one's limbs and body. There was no way Wang Chan could be so fast and agile, so he concluded that it must be a snake-style kung fu, but didn't know if it was the snake style from the Five Elements Fist or the Snake Style from the Twelve Shapes of Xingyiquan.

  "Look at how fast you dodge, or my bullets are faster, I don't believe I can't hit you." Sun Changfeng had once been an instructor in the Wolf Tooth Special Forces, although he was a half-way monk, teaching martial arts, but relying on his many years of practicing martial arts, his ability to control his muscles far surpassed that of ordinary people, so his marksmanship was also 100% accurate. Especially with the Type 92 handgun in his hand, the magazine capacity had as many as 20 bullets, several times that of the Type 54 handgun, and he didn't even need to change magazines halfway through, slowly retreating while firing three more shots.

  "Bang!" A bullet almost grazed the right side of Wang Chan's face, slanting into the ground below him, barely missing a finger he had just raised. The intense smell of gunpowder suddenly filled his nostrils.

  "This is terrible, this guy's shooting is too accurate, every shot makes me dodge desperately, and my Ling She Huo Long body technique can only be used temporarily to save my life, it can't be used for a long time. Once I lose my breath, my body will relax, and I'll immediately get hit by several bullets." Wang Chan didn't know how many bullets Sun Changfeng's handgun had, and the development of things was also somewhat beyond his expectations. Sun Changfeng was experienced in adapting to changing situations, shooting while continuously retreating, not letting himself get too close, clearly with the intention of exhausting his physical strength.

  "No way, I need to find something to hide behind and catch my breath, otherwise I'll definitely die." With a push of his hands on the ground, Wang Chan changed his original strategy in an instant. In the next instant, he suddenly turned around and rushed towards the bandit whose waist was broken by his tiger tail kick earlier.

  Then, with a roll of the body, one hand pinched at the waist and the other at the neck, he suddenly flipped over the corpse, and immediately afterwards, his waist and legs exerted force, making it seem as if an invisible rope had lifted him up from above. He somersaulted in place, without bending his knees, and stood up stiffly like a zombie.

  However, as he got up, his whole body simultaneously crouched down, and all four limbs were withdrawn behind the man's corpse. From the front, people who didn't know what was happening would only see the bandit getting up and would definitely think it was a zombie resurrection.

  Plop! A blood flower burst open on the surface of the corpse, and the continuous gunfire also stopped instantly.

  Because Sun Changfeng's eyes had already lost Wang Chan's shadow at this time, he could only see the corpse standing in place. He clearly knew that Wang Chan was playing a "trick" on him, using someone else's corpse as his own "shield", but for the time being, he also had no way to deal with it.

  "At such a fast speed, it's not good, there are only a few bullets left in the gun. Either change guns or change magazines." Wang Chan's series of actions were completed in an instant, like an eagle flying and a rabbit running, and fell into Sun Changfeng's eyes, making him even more apprehensive in his heart, feeling that if he were to switch positions with Wang Chan, he would definitely not be able to do it to such an extent."

  Fortunately, he was cautious and planned before acting. He had previously killed several of Lei Lao Hu's men and taken their guns for himself. Although the firearms were old-fashioned 54-style rifles with only 8 bullets in each magazine, and some of them had been damaged by those people, they were enough to help him complete the transition at this critical moment.

  Sun Changfeng was a professional soldier, and the speed of replacing a magazine with one hand was less than three seconds. As long as he could delay for a moment, he would be able to suppress Wang Chan with firepower again in the blink of an eye.

  But just as he pulled out another pistol from his left pocket, his right hand shook off the 92-style pistol clip and replaced it at the same time. Wang Chan also made a bigger move.

  Without a moment's hesitation, at this time, time is life. Wang Chan blinked his eyes and suddenly spat out the turbid air in his body, and the next moment he had already grabbed the back of the dead body in front of him, and with a loud noise, he lifted up the big man who was at least one hundred and eighty pounds. Holding it in his hand, it seemed like he was waving a black wooden stick as usual, and with a loud noise, he swung it around in front of himself, like a whirlwind, spinning up and down, and then his feet were like trampling mud, rushing forward towards Sun Changfeng who was changing the magazine.

  "Not good!" Just a slight distraction, in less than half a second, Sun Changfeng saw Wang Chan holding the corpse, moving up and down, rotating and approaching himself. He quickly pulled the trigger, firing his 54 pistol at close range, but all the bullets were blocked by the corpse in Wang Chan's hand, rendering them useless.

  Wang Chan grasped a person in his hand, and surprisingly, he was still agile and swift, falling into Sun Changfeng's eyes like a monster. How did he know that Wang Chan's Twelve Tai Ba Horizontal Exercise was the most effective way to increase his strength? With a 70-80 jin black wood rod in his hand, he practiced until midnight, and what kind of physical strength would that be? Not to mention this hundred-jin human body, grasped in his hand and swung around like an ordinary straw man.

  While rapidly closing in, Wang Chan's body also made a strange twist, and the bullets shot out by Sun Changfeng couldn't hit him at all.

  "Give me your life!"

  As the two sides drew closer and closer, Sun Changfeng's eyes were filled with anxiety. Suddenly, Wang Chan let out a loud roar and spun around in place, throwing the dead body in his hand forward with great force, accompanied by a gust of wind like a boulder falling from the sky, whizzing past Sun Changfeng's standing position.

  At the same time, Wang Chan also sprang into action, his entire body resembling a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. His body stretched out, his spine forming a straight line, every part of him tightly compressed behind the flying corpse, and in an instant he arrived within three steps of Sun Changfeng's front.

  Two hands half bent and half stretched, forming tiger claws! Suddenly, a bloody wind burst forth from the ground...

  Sun Changfeng was also a master of the Eight Extremes, having practiced for many years and being extremely quick to react. However, he had just relied on his firearms, and when faced with a sudden change, his reaction was still slower than others by a fraction of a second. In comparison, Wang Chan's energy was full, and his moves were even more ruthless. Once he made a move, regardless of whether the opponent was human or beast, he never held back. As the saying goes, "A lion catching a rabbit must use its full strength," otherwise, in the blink of an eye, one would lose their life. Who could you blame?

  With a series of rapid retreats, Sun Changfeng emptied the bullets from his 54-style handgun in one breath. The corpse flew towards him with a loud crash, its flesh and blood flying everywhere, its head exploding open, but still unable to block the massive stone-like impact. He could only make a mistake with his footwork, using the Fuhu style from the Eight Trigrams Fist, Liuhe Pudi Jin, his body dodging downwards, rolling like a ball, barely avoiding it in the chaos.

  Who would have thought that the corpse-like body of the cannonball had just flown over his head, and behind him was the figure of Wang Chan, who swooped down with one hand, like a tiger's claw, and grabbed Sun Changfeng's right wrist as he was hastily changing magazines.

  Five fingers trembled and shook, then suddenly exerted force, with a cracking sound, instantly transmitting the sound of shattered hand bones. Sun Changfeng let out a loud cry, the Type 92 handgun in his hand had already fallen to the ground, five diagonal finger grooves were drawn across his wrist, blood and flesh blurred.

  This was also the reason why Wang Chan's move was so unusually rational, sinister to the point of being deadly. He had shrunk his body and hidden behind a flying corpse, which was equivalent to two moves in one, with each move linked together seamlessly. This was how he managed to catch Sun Changfeng off guard. Otherwise, with the gun in Sun's hand and his extremely skilled martial arts, they would have still had time for a fierce battle if they were fighting face-to-face. However, now that his pistol had fallen to the ground and his Type 54 also ran out of bullets, with his wrist bone shattered, the opportunity was already slim.

  At this time, Wang Chan's feet landed on the ground, and without even waiting to steady himself, he suddenly spun around, his tiger claws inverted, and swiped down at Sun Changfeng's throat lockbone, not showing any intention of stopping.

  "Ah!" At the critical moment of life and death, Sun Changfeng first threw out his left hand with a 54-style pistol and smashed it down on Wang Chan's head. Immediately afterwards, he crossed his hands upwards to block, which was exactly the "Wu Yue Chao Tian Zhui" (Five Peaks Facing Heaven) from the Eight Extremes Fist's Golden Strong Eight Great Styles.

  Bang! Their arms intersected, and the sound emitted was like iron being struck. Sun Changfeng's entire body was swept to one side by Wang Chan's grab, tumbling out of control. Wang Chan's hand, still in motion, grasped the stone wall beside him. The force exploded, instantly shattering stones that flew wildly in all directions.

  Wang Chan's tiger claw hand is based on horizontal practice, with both hands as hard as steel hooks. They can grab open-edged swords and knives without getting hurt. During normal practice, even if not using full force, they can grab out five finger holes on the trunk of a thousand-year-old red pine tree that is as hard as iron stone. Ordinary rocks are crushed with just one grab.

  Fortunately, this move landed in an empty space. Otherwise, whether it was Sun Changfeng or anyone else, they would have been caught and killed on the spot by his powerful blow.

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