allendalepharm Chapter 169 Are you satisfied with my Shadowless Kick?
Chapter 169 Are you satisfied with my Shadowless Kick?
Chapter 169 Are you satisfied with my Shadowless Kick?
Nalan Yuanshu had a very bad premonition, and immediately launched a final, fierce attack with all his might, even at the cost of injury.
The cloth stick was wildly swung, smashing the surrounding dye racks and cloth to pieces!
however.
Chen Wen simply moved his feet calmly, using his cloth stick to parry, guide, strike, or entangle, easily dissolving Nalan Yuanshu's final madness into nothingness.
Every strike landed precisely on the weakest point of Nalan Yuanshu's moves, and every parry made Nalan Yuanshu feel his arms go numb and his blood surge.
"Damn it! Damn it! How could this happen!"
Nalan Yuanshu's breathing became increasingly heavy, veins bulged on his forehead, sweat poured down his face, and his body was stained with various colors of dye, making him look extremely disheveled.
He finally realized a cruel truth.
In terms of strength, skill, and understanding of the art of binding cloth into a stick, he was far from being a match for the young man before him.
But even so, he cannot lose!
As the commander of the Nine Gates of the imperial court, he must defeat his opponents and eliminate these rebels!
Chen Wen is a liar, but there's one thing he's right about!
As long as this major rebel leader is captured, coupled with the merit of capturing Sun Yat-sen, it would be enough to make him a marquis and prime minister!
"Chen Wen! Prepare to die!"
Nalan Yuanshu roared and leaped into the air once more.
Chen Wen also swung out a cloth stick.
One was green and the other was black, like two giant pythons, tightly intertwined!
Nalan Yuanshu's eyes were bloodshot as he desperately poured his remaining strength into the cloth stick in his hand, attempting a final desperate struggle.
Chen Wenze remained calm, holding the stick with one hand, as steady as a rock.
At this moment, whether it was the surviving yamen runners, Sun Yat-sen, Lu Haodong and others, or even the Blood Flag Army soldiers, everyone was present.
Their gazes were involuntarily drawn to this strange struggle, and they temporarily forgot the fighting around them, holding their breath and concentrating.
"Cut it off!"
Nalan Yuanshu roared wildly and twisted his wrist violently!
"It's time to cut ties."
Chen Wen responded calmly, his right hand gripping the stick tightening and twisting almost imperceptibly, a concentrated internal force erupting from the spiral of the stick!
scoff!
A piercing tearing sound suddenly rang out!
Suddenly, the cloth stick in Nalan Yuanshu's hand broke and disintegrated inch by inch!
The coarse cloth shattered into countless fragments, mixed with dye, and flew everywhere!
"what!"
Nalan Yuanshu's hands were split open at the base of his thumbs, bleeding profusely. The immense recoil caused him excruciating pain in his arms, and he staggered backward.
I nearly slipped and fell while stepping on the spilled dye and scraps of cloth.
His face was a mixture of disbelief, the madness of near failure, and the deepest despair. He was practicing the cloth-binding staff technique, which he had painstakingly honed and made famous by.
How could they be so easily defeated in the hands of the opponent?
No! That won't do!
"Chen Wen! You must die!"
Extreme humiliation and despair completely overwhelmed Nalan Yuanshu's reason.
He let out a howl, no longer caring about any moves or techniques, and pounced forward, unleashing his most powerful claw technique, tearing through the air and grabbing straight for Chen Wen's throat!
They've already given it their all!
"Stubborn and obstinate."
"Shadowless Kick!"
Chen Wen merely snorted coldly, and his body suddenly rose from the ground as if defying gravity!
The person was in mid-air, their legs already becoming a blurry afterimage.
It burst through the air, tearing apart the fluttering fabric scraps and the misty dye fog!
boom! boom! boom!
A series of heavy blows rang out.
Every kick was incredibly precise, striking Nalan Yuanshu in vital areas such as the chest and dantian!
Click!Click!
The sickening sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.
Nalan Yuanshu's chest visibly caved in, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward uncontrollably.
It crashed hard into a huge ceramic jar filled with dark red dye behind it!
Boom! Crash!
The earthenware jar shattered with a crash, and the thick, pungent dark red dye splattered like blood, completely soaking Nalan Yuanshu.
He collapsed amidst the rubble and dye, his official robes tattered, his breath utterly exhausted.
Only a pair of eyes filled with resentment, unwillingness, and horror stared intently at Chen Wen, who landed gracefully. He wanted to say something, but could only cough up more blood.
Chen Wen landed steadily, his breathing remaining remarkably calm.
It was as if the battle just now was merely a warm-up.
Looking at Nalan Yuanshu, he said calmly, "I told you, you'd kick well next time. I wonder if the Nine Gates Admiral is satisfied with the Shadowless Kick?"
"You—pfft!"
Nalan Yuanshu was so enraged that he coughed up another mouthful of blood.
His vision blurred, and he was too badly injured to utter a complete sentence.
"We won! We won!"
Lu Haodong was the first to shout out excitedly, grabbing Sun Wen's arm tightly beside him.
Sun Wen let out a long sigh of relief, looking at Chen Wen, who stood in the arena like a god of war, his eyes gleaming with admiration. He exclaimed, "I've always heard that Master Huang Feihong is the best in Foshan, with martial arts skills that have reached the pinnacle—only today do I realize that there are always people more skilled than you!"
"Brother Chen's skills are unpredictable and beyond belief; he can truly be called the number one martial artist in Lingnan!"
"No, his ambition and abilities far exceed what the term 'martial arts world' can confine him!"
Zhu Qi and other surviving heroes were overjoyed at the prospect of escaping death.
"Admiral—you've lost! The Admiral has been defeated!!"
The remaining yamen runners and guards instantly collapsed, their souls scattered, and the knives in their hands clattered to the ground.
In their minds, Nalan Yuanshu has always been the number one martial arts master in the world, the champion of martial arts!
The invincible Nine Gates Admiral!
But now, right before their eyes, they were easily defeated?
The rebel leader of the Blood Flag Army is so terrifying!
The Blood Flag Army soldiers, though their faces were filled with excitement and pride, were not too surprised.
He simply looked at his commander with admiration.
Amidst all the attention.
Chen Wen, however, was lost in thought.
The moment he defeated Nalan Yuanshu, his blood surged, and a system notification clearly echoed in his mind:
[Ding! The fierce battle has ended. You have successfully defeated the formidable enemy, Nalan Yuanshu!]
[My understanding of Jeet Kune Do has greatly improved! I've advanced to LV4 (!/100)!]
[With energy flowing throughout the body and precise control, explosive power, endurance, and recovery are significantly enhanced!]
[Breakthrough in cultivation realm! Advancement to the late stage of Dark Force!]
Chen Wen immediately felt a powerful and harmonious sense of energy flowing through his body.
Every cell seemed to be cheering and jumping for joy, having reached a new level of control over its own power.
"Good! Very good!"
Chen Wen couldn't help but grin, savoring the joy of this breakthrough.
Suddenly, shouts came from all directions.
"Kill the Tartars! Eliminate the traitors! Overthrow the Qing and destroy the foreigners!"
This shout seemed to be some kind of signal, suddenly booming from the distant streets and alleys!
Immediately afterwards, a second and a third sound—from all directions, like sparks spreading across a prairie fire, rose and fell in response!
"Overthrow the Qing Dynasty and exterminate the foreigners! The blood-stained flag bears witness!"
"Eliminate corrupt officials! Restore our bright and just world!"
It wasn't just one place; the entire city of Guangcheng seemed to be suddenly awakened from its slumber!
It sounded like countless voices were shouting.
Accompanying the slogans were blood-red flags that suddenly appeared at the entrances of various streets and alleys!
The flags fluttered in the night wind.
Under his banner were groups of people, some with red scarves wrapped around their arms, others carrying simple implements.
Like a flood bursting its banks, it roared and surged towards the Qing government's key strongholds in the city!