Insufficient balance

  Guremu's eyes lit up, and he bounced around like a kid who had just found his favorite toy, suddenly letting out a loud whoop as he jumped into the air, curling himself into a ball shape, doing 960 degrees of consecutive flips. I looked up, staring at him in bewilderment as he performed this astonishing action.

  As he flew over my head, Guremu suddenly spread his body out to the sides, his two legs splitting into an "X" shape, and loudly shouted: "Whirlwind Piercing Leg!"

  I stared at his right foot flying towards my heart, and for some reason, in my eyes, his movements suddenly slowed down by a full ten times. For the first time, I clearly saw his attack. As if after tens of thousands of rehearsals, my instincts kicked in, and I turned sideways, my body slanting to the left, and somehow managed to avoid his right leg's sudden strike.

  Guremu's eyes flashed with a hint of excitement as he shouted loudly: "Seize!"

  As he spun his body at high speed, his left leg also swept over fiercely, I dodged but couldn't avoid being kicked out more than ten meters away, until crashing into a tree trunk as thick as a bowl, spitting out fresh blood from my mouth, and falling to the ground like a lump of mud.

  Logically, after being attacked and collided so strongly, I should have been seriously injured. However, it felt like I was just pushed away with great force. Although I was kicked in the chest, it didn't hurt that much. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, I felt a lot more comfortable. With my hands supporting myself on the ground, I slowly got up again.

  "Huh?" Guremu stared at me in surprise, saying: "So the Absolute Domain you've awakened not only sharpens your motor nerves, but also strengthens your body's defenses. Did you ever receive guidance from a master of ancient boxing, and are familiar with the forbidden technique of Soul Binding? You can induce life potential by bleeding when your physical strength is exhausted to the limit, obtain black power through transactions with the god of death... Who would dare to cultivate such a demonic art that kills nine out of ten practitioners?"

  Guremu took a huge leap and charged right in front of me, and it wasn't until this moment that I realized his legs had been changing into more than a dozen different movements at high speed beyond the limits of human eyesight in what seemed like an instant shrinkage. The Luohan Fist, renowned for its ferocity and power in Chinese Shaolin martial arts, carried the force of his charge and struck me heavily once again. Just as Guremu's killing intent and fighting spirit were completely poured out in that moment when my body was hit by his fist, I suddenly let out a loud roar and swung my right fist, which had gathered all my strength, heavily at him.

  Bang!

  Bang!!!

  Guremu suddenly retreated a step back, his face flashing with a pained expression, while I was sent flying into the air by him amidst a gush of fresh blood. As I spun through the air, my eyes snapped open and I let out a mighty roar: "Senpuu Kūshin Geri!"

  I must have had some talent for the Lion's Roar, as even Kulrum was stunned by my supersonic attack, his eardrums ringing loudly. I stretched out my body in mid-air, kicking out a completely non-standard aerial double kick, combining it with my high-speed rotation, my two legs drawing an arc that seemed to contain the logic of heaven and earth, bringing a howling gust of wind towards Kulrum. Kulrum absolutely did not expect me to counterattack in this situation, and was kicked heavily on the neck by me from top to bottom, feeling his feet go soft before being slammed into the ground two inches deep, accompanied by the sound of his bones snapping, his head dangling limply from his neck, clearly having had his cervical vertebrae broken.

  "Great, really great!" In this situation, Kulerm actually burst out laughing and said: "I didn't expect you to learn from me so quickly, just seeing me use it once, you dare to apply my Whirlwind Piercing Kick in battle. This kind of learning ability is absolutely worthy of praise! This kick combined the power of both of us, not bad, but unfortunately... your movements are really too slow!"

  He raised both hands to grab his head and twisted it back into place with a sickening "crack" in the neck bones. After shaking his head vigorously to make sure everything was okay, Guremu licked his lips and said: "What a great hit! If I hadn't been proficient in yoga, I might have had my neck kicked off by you. Hehe, if you could just be a bit faster and stronger, maybe you could avenge your brother. What a pity! Do you want to try again?"

  What kind of monster is he? I didn't flinch and suddenly launched the most ferocious attack on him, and in just a few seconds, I had thrown over a hundred punches.

  "Since you're so talented, I'll let you spin all you want! Tai Chi Cloud Hand!" - Guremu exclaimed.

  His two hands, one embracing and the other merging, somehow enveloped my body in his arms. As he made a circular motion with his hands, as if drawing a tai chi symbol, I involuntarily spun around rapidly with his hands. Although I had consistently done rotation training to resist hypoxia with equipment in the army, after more than ten rounds of high-speed spinning, I couldn't help but feel dizzy and nauseous, my chest feeling suffocated and on the verge of death.

  "Kogoro spoke in a seductive voice: "Do you know what it's like to fall from the seventh floor and hit hard rock? You spin at high speed, your head explodes into a ball of flesh and blood within 0.2 seconds, guaranteed that your sensory nerves haven't even had time to transmit pain to your brain, and you lose your life without suffering or struggle. What a perfect war death art! Ahhh!!"

  This guy's Tai Chi was incredibly powerful, a surge of unstoppable force suddenly burst out from his seemingly soft and fluffy Cloud Hand, sending me spinning wildly while flying towards the sky, soaring to a height of about 8 or 9 meters before I suddenly crashed headfirst into a huge boulder.

  “Boom!” A dull thud, my fists flew out in unison and heavily pounded the rock, amidst the sound of shattering bones and splashing blood. My body suddenly curled up into a shrimp-like shape, rolling down the rock in convulsions. After a long while, I finally used my elbows to prop myself up on the ground, slowly lifting my body, dragging my two hands with all ten fingers broken, exposing white bones, and walked towards Guremu again. After walking a few steps, I lightly coughed, and a stream of icy air directly poured into my lungs. I lowered my head to look down, only to discover that a fractured rib had pierced through my chest and uniform, exposed to the cold air, with blood wildly gushing out from the wound it created.

  I grabbed the hemostatic medicine that Guremu gave me and poured the whole box onto the wound, but the powder was immediately washed away by the fresh blood. I used my almost unusable hand to grab a handful of wild grass mixed with mud and stuffed it into the wound. I took out a cartridge from my body, bit out a few bullets with my teeth, and held one between my palms, bringing it to my mouth. At this moment, I was like a wounded beast, and in the midst of pain and despair, I suddenly bit out the bullet head.

  Guremu stared blankly at me as I piled up a small heap of gunpowder, covering the wound that was filled with rotting mud and wild grass. He finally couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "Hey, you'll die from infection like this!"

  I found the dagger stuck in the ground, I turned back and smiled at Gruem, saying: "If I haven't killed you yet, how can I die?!"

  Even with great skill and bravery, having seen life and death on the battlefield many times before, Guremu's heart still skipped a beat. I pressed my body tightly against the rock that had crushed my fingers, grasping the bayonet and letting out a mad roar as I hacked at the rock with all my might.

  "Right!"

  The dagger and the rock clashed violently, producing a few sparks, but they didn't reach the gunpowder, and the sparks went out. My chest burst forth with another circle of fresh blood as I exerted myself, and I roared: "Damn it, light it for me!"

  I grasped the bayonet and hacked at the rocks again and again, sweat and blood splashing from my body simultaneously. For a time, the entire mountaintop was left with only the monotonous clanging sound of the bayonet hacking into the rocks, and Guremu's increasingly heavy breathing.

  "Damn it, I'm such an idiot!" I dropped the dagger and pulled out a grenade from my body, pulling the fuse and pressing the wooden handle hard against my chest.

  "Ah!!!!!!"

  A huge flame burst out from my chest, and with the smell of scorched flesh, I gritted my teeth and fell to the ground.

  Guremu took a step forward and threw the hand grenade far away, looking at me who had already fainted. He hesitated for about five minutes before sighing softly and turning to leave. Not even ten steps away, he heard a trembling voice behind him: "Hey, you're just going to leave like that?"

  Guremu quickly turned his head, and saw a face that was no longer human, suffering from absolute agony. My face was twisted into a ball, the muscles in my cheeks bursting with seventeen or eighteen wounds, oozing out deep red blood. A stream of blood flowed down from each of my eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, truly a case of bleeding from all seven orifices with no hope for salvation.

  Although the wound was forcibly cauterized with gunpowder, my ribs still remained outside my chest, now charred and blackened. With every step I took, I could feel the blood accumulating in my internal organs, and with each step forward, I drew closer to death! I gazed at Gurem and let out a miserable laugh: "Don't leave, our battle is far from over!"

  Guremu stared at me blankly, and after a long time, he suddenly let out a sigh and said: "Your people will arrive soon. Now, lie down on the ground immediately and don't move. With your steel-like tenacious will, you still have a chance to fight against the god of death!"

  As I watched Gurem's back disappear on the mountain slope, I let out an inhuman roar: "Gurem you bastard, Fu Yinxue here swears to heaven, no matter where I go, I will definitely kill you!"

  "Old man, you've already got one foot in the coffin, and yet you're still thinking of killing someone. You'd better hurry up and lie down on the ground to take some deep breaths, do you want to become a ghost and chase after that freak who's even more twisted than us?"

  A furious and urgent roar sounded behind me, very familiar but I was too exhausted to distinguish who it was. I just felt a sudden relaxation in my heart, and with a flip of my eyes, I lost consciousness. Luckily, the people behind rushed up to hold my body, otherwise I would have fallen to the ground and that broken rib would have taken my life.