Chapter Nineteenth: Astonishing Skill Shocks the Audience

  Gao Yuan was too lazy to care about what Sun Xiao thought, but today when he arrived at the team, he found that Sun Xiao had a high prestige in the team, and if he didn't bring him down, how could he establish himself.

  He walked up to He Lan Xiong with a swagger, his hands on his hips, and looked at him provocatively.

  He Lanxiong was hesitant at this time, the other party had already revealed his identity, a military officer with an official position, and he had beaten him up, which might cause even more trouble. Before he could think clearly, one of his companions had already become impatient and walked over in big strides, "Young Master, let me handle it!"

  He raised an eyebrow, it seemed that this barbarian was also a person with a background, apparently a noble of the Xiongnu tribe, and he suddenly made up his mind.

  "Hey kid, I'm here to meet you!" A burly Xiongnu man with a towering stature walked out from behind He Lanxiong's back, his physique far more robust than Sun Xiao and the others. No wonder they were at a disadvantage. Thinking of his own hundred or so skeletal soldiers, Gao Yun couldn't help but smile wryly. After all, it was clear that this man had grown up drinking milk and eating meat, his sturdy build was no surprise.

  Thinking in her heart, her hands didn't idle, lightly hooking fingers at each other.

  Gaoyuan's disdainful expression suddenly enraged the man, who let out a strange cry and threw a punch at Gaoyuan with a force of over 100 catties, the wind whistling as his fist flew through the air.

  Seeing Gao Yuan seemingly not reacting and still motionless, Sun Xiao was shocked. If this punch had really landed on Gao Yuan's face, that handsome face would have been ruined, definitely smashed into a blooming flower, and he couldn't help but feel great regret in his heart.

  Gao Yuan had been boastful just a moment before, but now he seemed to be intimidated by the force of his opponent's punch, and didn't react at all. Not only was Sun Xiao shocked, but also He Lan Xiong, who knew the strength of his companion. If this soldier was really beaten up, it would definitely lead to big trouble today. But it was too late to stop him now, he could only watch as the fist carrying a whistling sound struck Gao Yuan's face.

  The moment the fist was about to hit the flesh, Gao Yuan moved.

  The man clearly saw his fist land on the opponent's face, but where it landed was empty and didn't receive any force. His heart suddenly felt a great shock. At this moment, the power of the punch had already been exhausted, and his body was involuntarily propelled forward by the momentum of the fist. His footwork stumbled, and before he could even think "this is bad", his left cheek had been heavily struck like being hit by a heavy hammer. He flew up into the air at an angle, and with a loud thud, crashed to the ground. Dizzy and disoriented, stars spinning in front of his eyes, he struggled with all his might to get back up, but felt as if the sky was spinning around him, unable to stand up anywhere.

  Gao Yuan threw a punch and the big and tall foreigner was knocked to the ground, struggling but unable to get up. Sun Xiao's eyes widened immediately, Yan Haibo let out an exclamation of surprise, and Huo Tianliang was startled so much that he shuddered and took another step back behind Jia Ding.

  He Lanxiong's two fists clenched involuntarily, and just that instant, he also thought Gao Yuan was going to lose. But just as his companion's fist was about to land, the opponent's body slightly shifted to one side, causing this punch to fall empty. Meanwhile, Gao Yuan's hook punch swung out in a timely manner, as if it was his own companion who had brought his face up for him to hit.

  This guy is incredibly fierce! In an instant, He Lanxiong knew that he had encountered a master.

  That seemingly simple punch from afar had spent an unknown amount of time in practice in his previous life. This punch was not about how much power it contained, but rather the perfect combination of spirit, eyesight, judgment, and strength. He first provoked his opponent's anger, then lured him into exhausting his strength, during which the most feared thing was to exhaust one's strength, as exhausting one's strength meant having no room for variation. At this moment, if the enemy seized the opportunity to counterattack, he would have no time to react. Years of fighting career, walking on the edge of life and death, had long made Gao Yuan's heart as hard as iron. Just that instant, if his reaction was slightly slow, the punch from the opposite man would have smashed him with a blooming face.

  He Lanxiong hadn't even made a move when another of his followers charged out, leaping like a tiger and kicking with one foot while airborne. The force behind the kick wasn't small, but Gao Yun's heart secretly laughed. Both feet had left the ground - was this guy looking for a beating? In his past life, he didn't know how many fights he'd been in, from low to high level, but anyone who flew through the air kicking people always ended badly.

  He dodged to the side, took a big step forward, stretched out his hand and threw a punch that landed squarely on his opponent's thigh. This was a fleshy area, and with one hit, it hurt to the bone. As expected, with one punch, the guy fell down, immediately followed by another punch, this time landing on his opponent's abdomen, causing him to curl up into a ball, his face bright red, looking just like a giant prawn.

  Three punches knocked down two of the previously arrogant thugs, and it wasn't just an ordinary fight - those two guys still haven't gotten up yet! The onlookers were initially frightened, but they finally came to their senses and burst into cheers. Earlier, more than a dozen people had been beaten by four thugs, leaving everyone feeling humiliated. But now that Gao Yuan had taken down two of them with just one move, the crowd suddenly felt a surge of pride and cheered loudly.

  "It's your turn!" Gaoyuan smiled mischievously at He Lanxiong.

  He Lan's heart sank, the opponent was effortlessly powerful, two seemingly simple strikes had knocked his two strong martial arts companions to the ground, unable to get up, and even he himself couldn't achieve that, but at this moment, how could he retreat, especially seeing Ho Tianliang's lustful gaze fixed on his sister.

  He took a heavy step forward, "Please!"

  He Lanxiong stopped there, his energy sinking and stabilizing, revealing a masterful demeanor. His companion was knocked to the ground, groaning in pain, but he remained calm and composed, his solemnity making Gao Yuan look at him with newfound respect. He didn't dare behave as arrogantly as before anymore.

  Two fists are raised, one in front and one behind, with the right hand in front and the left hand behind, slanting upwards to guard the face, the waist and back slightly arched, both legs standing in a front-and-back stance, knees slightly bent, standard free-fighting starting posture.

  He Lanxiong didn't know what Sanda combat was, but he could see that his opponent's stance, whether it was with fists or legs, was always ready to strike at any moment, and naturally knew the danger. The two men faced off for a moment before He Lanxiong finally lost patience, let out a low growl, took a step forward, and threw a punch that shot out high and far in front of him.

  Highly stretched out to block, under one frame, the opponent suddenly turned fist into palm, and instantly grabbed his own arm, immediately following the previous slower movement accelerated, another stretched out, and instantly grabbed his other arm, while taking a step sideways, rushed into his own arms.

  Suddenly enlightened, this guy is clever. Earlier, he easily knocked down two of his companions, and he knew he was good at close combat, so he adopted a wrestling approach to deal with me, not keeping a distance from me. If I reacted slightly slower, he would have slammed me down with an over-the-shoulder throw.

  But thinking that it's so easy to deal with himself is a bit too wishful thinking. He suddenly sank his strength into his waist and below, and He Lanxiong rushed into Gao Yuan's arms, shouting loudly, using both arms to exert force, arching his back, trying to lift Gao Yuan off the ground. Unexpectedly, after one attempt, his opponent didn't budge. His opponent's two hands, however, turned around and grabbed his elbow joint. He was shocked in his heart, and with another loud shout, his face flushed bright red. This time, He Lanxiong used all his might, including the strength he had since childhood, to try and lift his opponent. If he couldn't move him, then he himself would be in trouble.

  Where would Gao Yuan give him a second chance? He grasped his opponent's elbow joint, with his thumb pressing on the opponent's weak spot. With one burst of strength, He Lanxiong let out a muffled groan, and both hands instantly went numb, all the power in his body disappearing completely. Before he could even react, Gao Yuan let out a loud roar, lifting him up, and with a flick of his arms, sent him flying over his head to crash heavily onto the ground face down. Anatomy was a compulsory subject for contestants on the battlefield of life and death, and as for human physiology, Gao Yuan believed that in this era, absolutely no one understood it better than himself.

  Just as He Lan Xiong fell to the ground, He Lan Yan, who had been watching from the side, let out a loud cry and drew his waist knife from his horse's back, charging forward with it raised.

  He swiftly turned around, his hand on his waist, and the three-edged military dagger had already appeared in his hand. The dagger pointed downwards, pressed against He Lan Xiong's neck, as he smiled at He Lan Yan who was holding a knife, "Miss, do you believe I can stab him down with one move?"

  He Lan Yan slammed on the brakes and stopped in her tracks, her knife hovering in mid-air, unable to fall back down as she gazed up at Gao Yuan. "Despicable!" she shouted in anger.

  Gao Yuan sneered, "Where am I shameless? On the contrary, the young lady didn't say a word and drew her sword to chop, truly shameless!"

  He Lan Yan's face turned red with ears burning, speechless, the person in front of her had openly and fairly defeated He Lan Xiong and his two companions, saying he was shameless was truly unjustified.

  He Lanxiong turned over and saw the three-edged military thorn shining with cold light in front of him, shouting: "Yanzi, drop the knife."

  He Lan Yan hesitated for a moment, then fiercely threw the knife to the ground.

  "I give up!" He Lanxiong raised his hands, "Take it, Ma. I don't want the money anymore."

  But at this time, Gao Yuan had other plans in mind, how could he let him go so easily? "Killing on the street, beating soldiers, carrying controlled weapons, how can it be so easy? Come here, tie them up for me and take them back to the barracks."

  A group of soldiers who had been beaten by four people earlier immediately came up with excitement, and seven or eight hands tied up the two men who were still groaning on the ground, without ropes, they used their belt to tie them up.

  He Lanxiong was pinned down by the military bayonet and couldn't move at all. He could only stare blankly as Sun Xiao rushed up and tied his hands into a knot. "Swallow, don't resist! This army officer is not an unreasonable person!" he shouted loudly.

  Gao Yuan burst out laughing and put away his dagger, "Not bad, you're still thinking of putting a tall hat on me at this time, but I like it, I'm really a reasonable person. Miss, are you going to follow us yourself or let them tie you up too?" He teased He Lan Yan with a playful gaze.

  Watching two soldiers, one holding his pants and the other holding his belt, He Lan Yan couldn't help but feel a chill, "Don't tie me up, I'll walk myself."

  "That's good, but don't cause trouble, or they'll be the ones to suffer!" Gaoyuan patted He Lanxiong on the back, who had already been pulled up from the ground, and said with a smile.

  "Laughing face tiger!" He Lan Yan lowered her head and cursed in a low voice.