Chapter Twelve: The Fist (Seeking Collection, Recommendation, Click)

  Hu Lao Si, the head of the White family's guards. He was also from a wealthy family, spent money to burn incense and kowtow to his master, practiced martial arts, and made friends with a group of rascals. Later, when his family declined, he wandered around this area, became a notorious rogue, until he was recruited by Bai Zonglin and became the head of the White family's guards.

  In big cities, there are many young rascals and hoodlums who dare to fight and kill, making a living by doing evil in the vast ocean of people. In rural areas, there are also such characters. In every ten-mile village, there must be kind-hearted people, but also villains. The rural hoodlums are called "bare sticks". However, bare sticks generally do not commit evil deeds in their own village, because bullying neighbors will lead to being looked down upon by others. From this point of view, Hu Lao Si is not qualified to be called a bare stick, and can only be said to be a vicious dog raised by the Bai family.

  Huang Li coldly stared at Hu Lao Si. He had heard Zhang Xiao Suo mention this wicked slave before and knew that he was quite capable.

  "Little kid, you hit someone from the Bai family and think nothing of it?" Hu Lao Si flipped his goldfish eyes and opened his dead fish mouth to say: "If you know what's good for you, put down the tiger skin and consider it a medical expense. If you don't know your place, today you'll be leaving town horizontally."

  Zhang Xiaosuo had already picked up the charge, glaring at this gang of domineering bastards, but was pushed back by Huang Li's outstretched hand.

  Huang Li swung his neck, shook his wrists, and walked to Hu Lao Si's face. Without saying a word, he made two fists, one in front of the other, and took a stance. It was pointless to waste words; his subconscious told him that might makes right, whoever had the bigger fist had the reason.

  "Kid, you've got guts." Hu Lao Si's eyes gleamed with a fierce light, the scars on his face twitching up and down as he sneered: "If I don't cripple you today, my name is Hu Lao Si spelled backwards."

  "If you lose, get out of my sight." Huang Li said word by word.

  "Hu Lao Si, I've heard of this number." The sturdy man said in a low voice: "Unfortunately, he became a running dog."

  Old Wu squinted his eyes and sized up the situation in the arena, saying: "Boss, this isn't our turf, don't go making reckless moves."

  "Can that kid make it? He looks like a country bumpkin no matter how I look at him." The youth said worriedly.

  "Some things are beyond our control." Old Wu said: "If this kid doesn't die, we'll send him some medical expenses, that's also doing a good deed."

  "Scram, scram, move your stalls away!" The several guards of the White family had begun to drive away the surrounding vendors and onlookers with abusive language. They were full of confidence in Hu Lao Si, clearing the area while discussing among themselves.

  "That little brat dares to exchange blows with Master Hu, he's simply asking for death."

  "Even if Master Hu just moves his little thumb, he'll have to call out in pain with a sore waist and legs for several nights."

  "Two punches from a ghost would still not be enough for Master Hu to take a sip of soup!"

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  Huang Li jumped up and down, on the one hand to loosen his joints, on the other hand to get himself excited. Although he thought he should be able to win, probably, seemingly, but facing Hu Lao Si in front of him, he still didn't dare to underestimate him. Of course, if he wasn't suffering from amnesia, he wouldn't have taken his opponent seriously at all.

  Hu Lao Si took off the slanting box-shaped cannon, threw it to Bai Huai Shui, shook off the blue cotton-padded jacket on his body, revealing the double-breasted small jacket inside. He tightened the palm-wide belt, moved his arms and legs, and the robust muscles, plus the crackling sound of joints, triggered a few cheers from the guards.

  Huang Li took a deep breath, staring intently at Hu Lao Si's every move, but his eyes did not reveal the fear and cowardice that Hu Lao Si had expected, which made Hu Lao Si very angry, as his attempt to intimidate him seemed to have no effect.

  He got into position, Old Fourth Hu stored up his strength, let out a loud roar, and launched himself forward with a Black Tiger Heart-ripping Strike. Huang Li dodged to the side in one swift motion, but did not immediately counterattack.

  Old Hu's right fist swung empty, his left fist pierced the air and struck Huang Li's temple. Huang Li raised his right arm to block, but Old Hu's left fist curved towards his chin.

  Bang, bang, the two of them exchanged a solid blow, neither of them was hurt, but Huang Li felt Hu Lao Si's strength, and it wasn't just bragging, he really had a lot of power.

  Old Hu sent out a flurry of punches, rounded his arms, and spun around like a windmill, fists and feet flying in all directions - up, down, left, right, front, back - launching a fierce attack on Huang Li.

  The yellow calendar or block or dodge, attack less and defend more, step by step retreat, seems to have fallen behind. But his footwork is not chaotic, and he has already seen the flaws in Hu Lao's movements, which are too big and slow, looking like a gust of wind but somewhat deviating from actual combat. And he slowly found his feeling, his movements becoming more and more skilled.

  "Good heavens! How dare you!" The sturdy man gazed at the two in the arena with wide eyes, shaking his head and saying, "A three-foot-thick ice is not formed in a day, Hu Lao Si indeed has some skills."

  Old Wu nodded slightly, although he didn't say a word, but judging from his expression, he agreed with the robust man's opinion.

  "When you're young, you have the strength, exhaust Hu Lao Si to death, persist, hold on." The youth clenched his fists tightly, stared wide-eyed, and cheered Huang Li on in his heart.

  Hu Lao Si's fierce attack did not knock down Huang Li, and his nose and temples were also sweating. His movements slowed slightly, and Huang Li began to counterattack.

  A series of consecutive quick left jabs distracted Hu Lao Si's attention, and Huang Li suddenly swept his right leg to kick the opponent's middle section. Hu Lao Si hastily retreated, dodging this move. When Huang Li's kicking foot landed empty on the right step, he suddenly raised his left foot to low-kick the opponent's front leg knee joint.

  Huh, Old Hu let out a low hum, his body swayed, and his left leg was in severe pain.

  In most cases, one move cannot completely subdue the opponent, so once an attack is launched, it must be followed by a series of continuous and rapid attacks, making full use of the four limbs and eight bodies to launch a three-dimensional offensive, until the opponent completely loses the ability to fight back. Remember: Once you make a move, never let go, absolutely do not give the opponent any chance to regroup!

  Huang Li's one move succeeded, taking advantage of Hu Lao Si's unstable lower body, both fists came out together, left swing, right swing, left hook, right hook, uppercut. A combination of punches made Hu Lao Si exhausted from defending, retreating repeatedly. Seeing the opportunity, Huang Li suddenly raised his knee and violently collided with Hu Lao Si's abdomen, after a brief pause, a hook punch aimed at the enemy's chin was thrown out again, but was dodged by Hu Lao Si once more. Huang Li took advantage of the raised elbow to fiercely strike Hu Lao Si's face.

  This punch hit Hu Lao Si's face, and after being hit, his body swayed, obviously a bit dizzy. Huang Li Qian rushed forward, kneeled up, and rammed into Hu Lao Si's left ribcage. This blow was too fierce, and the sound of broken bones immediately followed...

  The scene suddenly fell silent, and the previously shouting Bai Huai-shui and others stood with their mouths agape, staring incredulously at Hu Lao-si, who lay on the ground with broken ribs and had passed out.

  "Alright!" The young man suddenly let out a loud shout, waving his fist, beaming with joy, as if he had won a fight.