Chapter 61: A Bureau Within a Bureau

  The cow-printed man was not born in the country, holding an American passport. It's also a business of killing and arson, and when fighting with people, they won't be soft-hearted. The transaction went wrong, and it unexpectedly turned to Wang Chan's side, with both hands like knives, stabbing inward at the same time.

  The palm rubbed against the air, making two sharp whistling sounds, as if there were two short knives with sharp blades beside the ear, quickly cutting through the air and producing a knife-wind-like sound.

  When practicing Baguazhang, it's like pushing a mountain, and when hitting someone, it's like wielding a whip. When interacting with others, the killing method is the most ruthless and toxic, but it all relies on years of accumulated practice, turning around trees, legwork, and body methods. Embracing the knee and rubbing the face, as if treading or kicking, avoiding reality and borrowing force to issue force, waiting for the opportunity to turn the palm and hit someone, with a knife-like palm, one strike down, every landing point is in the waist and kidney area of the human body, a fatal spot.

  Often with just one slap, it's either death or disability, without any room for withdrawal.

  Tang's Bagua Palm skill was honed on the streets of Chinatown in America, through countless battles with underground gangs, and hundreds of life-or-death fights. Through thousands of hammerings and refinements, it had almost become second nature to his body. Also because he had fought too many times, every move he made was a killing blow.

  Compared to ordinary practitioners of Baguazhang who have never actually killed anyone before, they are much more ruthless and venomous.

  Wang Chan concentrated all his spirit on Tang Niu, with his years of experience in the deep mountains and fierce beasts fighting, where would he be easily deceived by his opponent's spiritual awareness? Moreover, at this time, his skills had increased, having practiced the Nine Turns Inner Elixir Technique of Taoism, his five senses and six consciousness were almost several times more acute than before. As a result, Tang Niu's web changed and transformed, and his true body also moved with it, like a shadow following a shape.

  At the same moment when Tang Niu's two hands shot out, Wang Chan suddenly stomped his foot, not only turning to face his opponent head-on again, but also immediately followed with a powerful stomp that shook the ground and made a loud rumbling sound. With both hands simultaneously shooting out, he launched a yin-yang double-palm strike that directly met Tang Niu's two-handed thrusting knife.

  Bang! Bang! Two loud noises, the two palms met, and Tang Niu's body flipped over, brushing three steps back, his face suddenly flushed with a burning redness, his eyes bulging out, the muscles on the tiger mouth of his palms jumping like rubber bands, his palm was only struck by Wang Chan's two hands, but it felt as if he had been cut by a sharp knife, the pain piercing his heart.

  "This external family's hard kung fu is incredibly powerful, even more so than my Bagua knife technique. This Wang Chan is younger than me, how did he manage to train his body to such a high level? It seems that I won't be able to take him down with just brute force, I'll have to use a combination of soft and hard techniques."

  Tang's move missed, though startled, he didn't panic. His mind was still thinking, his feet already moving in a blur, brushing past Wang Chan in a flash, shaking off the two palm forces that Wang had just applied to him, rendering them completely useless.

  He shook his body like a rooster shaking its feathers, using the dragon-shaped chicken step from the Bagua Palm Walking Circle Kung Fu to release a powerful whip-like force. The technique was like a giant python's steel whip, surrounding the entire body, able to deflect an opponent's force with just a step. It is said that when practiced to an extremely high level, one can develop a coiling force in their body, and with this force, as soon as someone's arm touches yours, you will be able to send them flying outwards. Both arms are like electrified, whether it's striking others or others striking him or blocking his attacks, all will be knocked out and deflected.

  There is a bit of the flavor of Tai Chi in it, "a feather cannot be added, and flies cannot land".

  As soon as the two men made contact, Tang Niu's mood suddenly turned cold, and he lost his underestimation of Wang Chan. This was because of those two palm thrusts, with power concentrated in his fingertips, filled with internal energy. However, after being blocked halfway by Wang Chan, his fingers that could easily pierce ten layers of water buffalo hide seemed to have struck two steel plates, becoming numb and aching as one. His sharp fingernails were bent back, almost breaking off at the roots.

  If that were all, it would be fine, and it would only prove that Wang Chan's hard work was excellent, like steel or iron. Although it was troublesome, Tang Niu also had a way to deal with it. But what made things worse was that Wang Chan's palm power was as sharp as a knife edge, and with just one stroke of his palm, the iron sand palm technique that Tang Niu had practiced for over a decade was completely broken through. The force pierced through skin and bone, causing him to grit his teeth in pain, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

  The enemy retreated, and Wang Zhen took the opportunity to counterattack. Tang Niu continuously retreated, but Wang Zhen quickly regained the initiative. With a loud shout, he rushed forward three steps, his five fingers curled into claws, and with a powerful swipe, he struck down at Tang Niu's head like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

  At this time, Wang Chan's throat also continuously emitted strange sounds from the outside, coordinating with his tiger claw pressing down, the wind sounded like a tide. The momentum was really just like the hundred beasts' king, the fierce tiger roaring in the valley. As he passed by, the bloody wind overflowed everywhere, and the roar shook the sky. It was actually one of the killing moves of the Bajiquan, "Fierce Tiger Climbing Mountain". After a hand chopped over, there was still an elbow and a fist.

  The momentum was so fierce that even Tang Niu, a "Hung Men" red pole who fought with gangsters every day, felt an inexplicable sense of oppression in his heart, as if two beasts were fighting and had encountered a natural enemy.

  Bajiquan's web is violently fierce, almost the strongest among all known fist methods. As soon as he strikes, he wants to see blood. But Tang Niu has also experienced countless life-and-death tests, and his kung fu skills are all from real combat. His experience in fighting with others is even better than Wang Chan's. Sensing something was off, he immediately twisted his body, took a step back, sat down, and pulled in his crotch, forcing his rotating body to suddenly retreat backwards. In the chaos, Wang Chan's claw swiped at empty air.

  At the same time, Tang Niu retreated and immediately followed up with a forward step. His entire body straightened up, and his abdominal cavity suddenly emitted a rumbling thunder. The skin on the outside seemed to be burning red like hot charcoal, and his right hand suddenly swelled to almost twice its size. With the momentum of his movement, from bottom to top, he launched a counterattack with a single swipe upwards.

  With this withdrawal and advance, his palm was like a knife, scorching hot, just like an ancient warrior, dismounting from horseback to fight on foot, holding several tens of kilograms in both hands, cutting the enemy's waist and hips into two halves. The blade was outside, opening the womb and connecting the fetus.

  After fighting until now, both sides have only exchanged a few moves, but Tang Niu can no longer continue. This top-ranked Red Sleeve Lin's Hongmen Golden Fist fighter has finally been forced to confront Wang Chan head-on, and as soon as he made his move, it was an unpredictable and deadly killing blow.

  This move of Tang Niu was obviously the life-saving trump card he had been practicing for many years, with his palm knife advancing and retreating in a flash, as if cutting through the air between the two people, emitting a sharp and piercing noise like a whistle. The power and speed were simply incomparable to the previous moves he made.

  Everyone knows that the Bagua Palm of this school is fierce and ruthless. Seven parts are in the legs, three parts are in the hands, but very few people know that Tang Niu's practice of this branch of Liang-style Bagua Palm is a real exception.

  At that time, China was in turmoil, and countless people went to Nanyang to seek a living abroad. Tang Niu's grandfather was one of them. However, he went to the western United States at that time, working as a laborer repairing railways for others, just to make a living, suffering unbearable hardships.

  At that time, most Americans were extreme racists. There was white supremacy, and the status of Chinese in America was not much different from that of blacks, and even worse. In such a large environment, Tang Niu's grandfather joined the Hongmen Society for self-protection, relying on his martial arts skills, holding a big knife, and earning himself a reputation. Therefore, apart from palm techniques, the Bagua Zhang of this branch is actually most skilled in knife techniques, with swift and smooth footwork that can be fatal at any moment.

  Therefore, the Tang family also has another name in overseas Hung Mun, that is "Zeidao".

  By the time of Tang Niu's generation, the social environment had greatly improved, and the status of Chinese people overseas had risen significantly. The Hongmen organization had largely whitewashed its image on the surface, with considerable financial resources and growing influence in the local community. The United States was also a country with lax gun control laws, so it was no longer suitable for the Hongmen to fight over territory with knives. Tang Niu innovatively transformed his family's knife techniques into hand-to-hand combat, emphasizing wrist strength.

  And the move he just made was one of the killing moves in his Bagua knife technique, called "Rolling Hand Knife". As the name suggests, it uses the rolling hand movement from the Bagua palm to wield the knife with a series of small retreats and advances, each move being a reverse hand motion. Relying on the body's sinews and bones to produce a powerful force like a large spring, the entire body's strength is concentrated together in one swift motion, as if it were a rapidly spinning knife wheel, sharp and fierce beyond compare.

  Tang Cow originally practiced this knife technique tens of millions of times, until his skills were fully mastered and he became one with the knife. With all his weight concentrated on the blade, a single backhand slash could leave a half-inch deep gash in a solid concrete wall. If used on a person, it would be as if they had been struck by a giant sword, and could easily cut them in two.

  This move is also the most aggressive and powerful technique in the Tang Dynasty's Bagua Palm Knife, often when engaging with an opponent, advancing and striking, wrapping around their head and body, no matter how they dodge, they will be cut open by the internal power of this knife, causing severe bleeding.

  Because this "Rolling Hand Knife" is too powerful, it must see blood when it comes out. If you are not careful, you will lose your life and be beheaded and dismembered. Therefore, Tang Niu was also afraid to use it frequently before, but this time he was really forced by Wang Chan to the point of desperation. The two sides had only exchanged three or four moves when he suffered a small loss. If he couldn't gain the upper hand again, he might not be able to save himself today and would end up falling here.

  Wang Chan is a ruthless man. Just by looking at how merciless he is in his actions, Tang Niu wouldn't have believed that he would show mercy to those under him.

  He bent his waist, twisted his body, advanced, and counter-attacked. His movements were smooth and connected, like a single breath. As he rolled out this one move, the air was torn apart. Before he even landed a hit, Wang Chan's abdomen and chest formed a straight line. Suddenly, he felt a surge of hot wind, like the flame from an electric welding torch, shooting up from his body. The clothes on his back seemed to be cut in two by an invisible pair of scissors, slanting diagonally.

  At the same time, the skin under his clothes felt scorching hot, as if it had been cut by a sharp razor.

  If it were an ordinary expert, encountering Tang Niu's killer move, the first reaction would definitely be to hastily retreat backwards, regardless of whether they could dodge it or not. However, Wang Chan had practiced the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Cultivation technique, which was far from what Old Gao had imagined - a widely spread external style that could only passively defend against attacks like the Golden Bell and Iron Brocade Shirt. His body was soft as cotton yet firm as a golden net; with one breath, he could withstand even real knife slashes and axe chops, not to mention Tang Niu still didn't know his true abilities.

  This time's kick, obviously Lin Yuanshan came for himself. Lei Ting warned him before leaving to be careful not to get into trouble and not to leave Qing Niao casually. As a result, as soon as she left, Lin Yuanshan sent someone over. Even if Lei Ting returned to the capital, it was all because of this person's behind-the-scenes manipulation.

  A martial artist should have a strong moral character, not easily provoke trouble or bully the good. Not seeking trouble doesn't mean being afraid of it. Although Lei Ting's words still linger, now that someone has come to their doorstep to cause trouble, Wang Chan isn't planning to let things go just like that. He'll just fight casually and settle the matter after determining the winner, calming things down afterwards.

  Otherwise, it would go against one's heart and unconsciously hurt one's morale, making oneself unhappy. As time goes on, it is inevitable that there will be some bad influence on one's own boxing in the future.

  In an instant, Wang Chan's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he actually ignored Tang Niu's palm knife killing move, letting him counterattack with one knife, which heavily swept across his own waist, abdomen, and lower abdomen.

  At this moment, Tang Niu could clearly perceive the sharp fingernails on his fingertips quickly sweeping across Wang Chan's iron-like skin surface, the opponent's muscles shifting, layer by layer, to block the path of his palm knife. However, the "Wolf Tooth Dragging Knife" of Bagua, which specializes in breaking external hard qigong, is achieved by moving the five fingers incorrectly. The gentle teeth form an extremely clever angle, and with a single drag, it's like cutting wood with an electric saw, making it the most effective way to deal with Golden Bell Jacket Iron Cloth Shirt and other horizontal exercises.

  At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the Boxers resisted foreign humiliation. At that time, some people claimed to be possessed by gods and burned talismans, drank talisman water, and ordinary people could also become immune to knives and guns, not afraid of Western guns and cannons. In fact, it was just a very superficial hard qigong. Even if the ghost head knife cut into the belly, although it couldn't cause harm, as long as it was pulled slightly, it would immediately lead to disembowelment and death.

  Under his own knife, Tang Niu was extremely confident that no matter what kind of hard work it was, at the very least, it would be cut open and intestines would flow out. If not dead, then crippled.

  Only this knife in, until the palm of the knife slanted across Wang Chan's shoulder, from his head to the other side, Tang Niu didn't see a single thread or grain, and the scene of blood splashing everywhere.

  Instinctively felt something was off, just as he was about to change tactics, he saw Wang Chan right next to him, who suddenly smiled at him with a row of sharp white teeth that seemed eerily sinister. The next moment, one of Wang's large hands had already landed on his shoulder.

  Five fingers like hooks, deeply embedded in the bones and flesh.

  Without any hesitation, Wang Chan exerted force with his palm and joined his five fingers together. Tang Niu's ilium on one side of his body suddenly cracked and was twisted off by him.

  In the past, when government officers captured notorious thieves, they generally used two methods: one was to cut off the tendons in their legs and arms, and the other was to use iron chains to pierce through both sides of their iliac bones, supposedly rendering them unable to exert their strength, making it impossible for them to display their skills.

  It's no wonder that Wang Zhen is so ruthless and cunning, with a high number of moves. If he had been trying to test his skills, it would have been fine, but if it was a life-or-death battle, the situation on the field would change in an instant, and there are many factors that determine victory or defeat. Sometimes, the one who ultimately wins may not even be the one with the better martial arts skills.

  It's all because, in a martial arts match, if one side can't fully commit and fight with the intention of killing, they won't be able to bring out their full strength. It's a matter of give-and-take, and victory or defeat is hard to predict. Moreover, the opponent is coming at him with hostility, and Wang Chan doesn't want to yield either. Since he dares to come, he should have the awareness that he may enter standing but leave horizontally (i.e., be defeated).

  Life and death each have their own destiny.

  Tang Niu was also a resolute person, his heart screaming in protest, half of his body trembling like sieved chaff, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, yet he didn't let out a single sound. He desperately flailed his body, shaking his remaining hand fiercely, making a whooshing sound as he formed a ring with his palm and turned his five fingers into knives, directly stabbing at the Taiyang acupoint on the right side of Wang Chan's ear.

  Unfortunately, one wrong move led to another, and he ran into someone like Wang Chan who was not even human, making it impossible for him to have any chance of turning the tables.

  After pinching his clavicle, King Chan immediately moved his hand to the side, following up with his body, and his originally close body was almost stuck together. He pounced on him, raised his elbow, and crashed into Tang Niu's neck with a loud bang.

  Tang Cow only felt a burst of golden light in front of his eyes, all the energy in his body suddenly drained away, and then his eyes rolled back, his pupils shrunk to the size of a needle tip, and instantly dispersed again, plunging into darkness.

  Wang Chan's elbow strike was like a tyrant carrying a tripod, crashing into Tang Niu's throat bone and shattering it completely. His neck bone was thoroughly broken, his head had no support, and it softly stuck to his back. In the blink of an eye, he lost all signs of life.

  Tang Cow is dead!

  Died so suddenly, without leaving a single word behind.

  Even if Wang Zhen's elbow was hit, a real iron man would have his neck broken, let alone Tang Niu who is still made of flesh and blood.

  "How dare you kill someone in broad daylight with everyone watching?"

  Tang Cow died instantly, his body falling to the ground. The tall old man who had come with him couldn't help but flash a hint of "joy" in his eyes, then let out a loud shout, and with a swift motion, he threw the two iron balls that he had been fiddling with towards Wang Chan, while his own body suddenly retreated backwards in an unusual manner.

  Obviously afraid, Wang Chan killed someone and then became angry and resentful, refusing to let himself be tied up again.

  "Huh? No way, with this person's kung fu, it's far superior to Tang Niu's. How could the iron balls he threw out be so slow?" Wang Chan stood in place, his feet not moving at all, only his upper body swaying slightly as he raised his hand to block and deflect the two iron balls that Gao Lao had thrown out, catching them perfectly.

  Something strange was in my mind, and suddenly I heard a rustling sound outside the door, followed by a flurry of hurried footsteps, as if thirty or forty people were gathering together and rushing towards here.

  Then, just a few dozen steps away from the gate, it was kicked open by someone with one foot. A large group of armed police special forces rushed in, wearing bulletproof vests and fully armed.

  "Comrade policeman, we were just here to hone our skills, but he went and killed my companion."

  It was as if he had anticipated everything in front of him, and the old man who had taken a step back earlier retreated even further, seeing a large number of police rushing into the room, suddenly shouting loudly.

  Wang Chan's eyebrows furrowed, about to speak, but only heard the sound of "click", "click" as the safety locks were released, and in an instant, dozens of gun barrels, long and short, pistols, submachine guns, all pointed at him.

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