Insufficient balance

  "Ah, this is the eye of someone who can create miracles! Filled with unyielding fighting spirit and surging life force, if stimulated enough, you might just unleash a blow that poses a threat to me. Facing you like this, I'm actually getting a bit excited!"

  I slowly inserted the bayonet into the ground, Guremu was a master of yoga, this bayonet might have become a deadly weapon that would take my life in battle. I stared at Guremu with dead eyes, carefully observing his temperament, his posture, his gaze and every move he made, I adopted an attacking and defending starting pose.

  "Shindō Jinen Ryū Karate?" Guremu stuck out his middle finger, shaking it left and right in dissatisfaction: "You're really foolish, being in a treasure mountain yet begging from others with hands outstretched. With only over a hundred years of history, karate is lacking in both essence and details, how can it compare to China's ancient boxing methods that have been refined for thousands of years? Today I'll let you witness the ferocity of Chinese ancient boxing!"

  Gulem's left foot was independent, his right knee was high and curved, his left arm and right arm were pulled into a straight line at an angle of 15 degrees. As soon as the movement rose, a momentum that could crush anything suddenly expanded on him. Gulem said in a low voice: "Luohan Fist!"

  Chinese Shaolin Kung Fu

  Gulem didn't give me any time to be surprised, he used only one second to miraculously jump over the nearly ten meters distance between us two with an arcing leap, this kind of footwork I had only heard in legends... the walking circle of Xingyiquan!

  I barely had time to form my hands into the strongest defensive cross shape, when Guremu's iron fist came crashing in at a speed that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye. A torrent of unstoppable absolute power surged forth, and my strongest defensive stance, capable of withstanding the combined force of two adult men, immediately collapsed. I involuntarily flew backward, my feet leaving the ground.

  When I fell to the ground, Guremu was already standing in front of me with a smile on his face. At this moment, his face had an air of holiness, and his hands were constantly changing into various strange movements in the dust-free elegance. When his right palm threw towards me in a curve full of natural beauty, I finally swallowed a mouthful of cool air and shouted: "Bagua Lotus Palm?"

  No sooner had I spoken than I was sent flying again. As Gruem continued to close in on me, I shouted at the top of my lungs: "Now, now's the time! Fire!"

  Bang! Bang!!

  Yang Qing, hiding in the distance, timely fired a double shot at Gulem. Gulem, with a contemptuous expression, swung his palms and Yang Qing, this 99-ring god shooter, unexpectedly missed!

  Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!!

  Yang Qing immediately followed up with a triple shot at Guremu, and Guremu's two palms swung three times in succession. In the thicket of trees behind him, three places fell simultaneously, several leaves falling down. Seeing this scene, I was finally completely moved. The highest martial art of the Shinto Natural Flow School hand knife that he used was... Shura Knife! According to legend, when the Shura Knife is practiced to perfection, one can use the hand knife and the power of the eyes to directly deflect bullets shot at oneself, using a method similar to "four ounces moving a thousand pounds", slightly changing the direction of the bullet.

  I shouted loudly: "Yang Qing, run quickly!" This guy is not human at all, and fighting him is no different from seeking death!

  Guremu pulled out a sharpened branch from his military uniform and shouted loudly, "How dare you disturb my enjoyment of the martial arts! Go die!"

  The branch flew out of his hand and flew away, and a mournful cry came from afar, followed by complete silence.

  "Damn you, you son of a bitch! Go to hell!" Long Sun-ting's angry roar echoed in his ears as he had already taken care of all the soldiers and was now firing his submachine gun at Chong Gurem in a burst of continuous shots.

  Guremu's face was stern, the edge of his palm flashed with a metallic grayish-blue color for an instant, which was the external symbol when the Shura sword was practiced to the extreme. The bullet and his palm formed a defensive net that collided fiercely together, splashing out a few sparks, mixed with a few drops of blood in between. After all, Guremu's palm was made of flesh.

  A magazine of bullets was finished, and Zhang Sun Ting was already stunned. He stared foolishly at the man who had blocked the submachine gun's continuous shooting with his two palms. Kulm brought his palm to his lips and lightly sucked a few mouthfuls of fresh blood, picked up a bullet head from the ground and said: "No wonder it could hurt my hand, it turned out that there was some trickery on top, making me handle the bullet's movement power with a slight error."

  I rushed up and tried to hug Gulem, shouting loudly: "Chang Sun Ting, you run quickly, and in the future, you must avenge us!"

  Guremu's body twisted slightly, and I was swung out seven or eight meters away by his borrowed strength. Guremu shouted loudly: "You go die too!"

  A white light flashed by, and Zhangsun Ting was struck as if someone had swung a giant hammer at him head-on, sending him flying into the air. He let out a miserable cry before falling to the ground, rolling over several times, and then lay motionless.

  Guremu clapped his hands together as if he had just finished a trivial matter, and said lightly: "Alright, now that everyone else is dead, no one will come to disturb our duel for the time being."

  I lay on the ground, my eyes had already lost focus, and tears rolled down from the corners of my eyes, falling to the ground with a small splash. It was I who killed Yang Qing and Chang Sun Ting. After participating in the military competition, I became arrogant and thought I was the best soldier in the world, capable of defeating all enemies. In fact, I was wrong, terribly wrong, out of tune.

  "I asked in a hollow voice, 'A martial arts competition? Is this really the result you want as a martial artist?' Slowly propping myself up, slowly getting up, at this moment, scenes of my interactions with Chang Sun Ting and Yang Qing flashed through my mind like a movie, from our first meeting, to our participation in the class leader selection race, to Chang Sun Ting and I fiercely fighting each other to practice so-called 'Aikido', to us encouraging each other in the tofu house, using all our strength to repeatedly attack the handle of the stone mill, to us shooting at each other with rifles on the training ground..."

  Although we've only known each other for half a year, our friendship has become even closer than that of blood-related brothers! When we vowed to care for and support each other for the rest of our lives, our lives became connected as one inseparable whole. Now that they're all gone, why must I remain alone?

  I dragged my heavy footsteps step by step towards Guremu, just ask him to give me the final blow, only one blow is needed, and I will catch up with Changsuntian and Yangqing. I clenched my fists tightly, before I die, I want to punch him hard for myself and my brother!

  Coolness, absolute coolness!

  Gulem stared at the soldier who was slowly approaching him, his body had already lost its balance, he was like a person who had lost his soul, but why did he feel an inexplicable chill in his heart that made his soul tremble? Was it because of the increasingly strong smell of death on the soldier's body, or because he had concentrated all his heart, intention, spirit and life into that one fist?

  Guremu didn't know, he really didn't know, but for the first time, he felt a taste of fear! Every cell in his body began to frantically scream, and long-forgotten excitement and thrill surged back into him, making his face flush red and his body temperature rise. Heaven knows, after going through countless journeys and battles, he had finally met another strong warrior with an absolute domain!

  Four flashes of white light, and I had four more branches on my body. I continued to move towards Guremu with a blank expression, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. The excitement points emitted by this soldier's brain were actually strong enough to overcome his physical body, what an amazing domain power!