From the Dragon and Tiger Cavalry to Hunting Sins and Becoming Saints

Chapter 10 Crane Cry Fist

"So, you're one of the Tiger Riders? Targeting me is just part of your job, it's not meddling."

The middle-aged man coughed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand, and swallowed a pill the size of a marble without making a sound.

"I never said that."

After waiting a while, Fu Que said calmly, "Alright, enough chit-chat. I have to be on duty early tomorrow morning. You've adjusted your Qi and taken your pills. Pack your things and let's get going."

In a life-or-death struggle, physical exertion is naturally enormous. The middle-aged man was just making small talk to buy himself some breathing time.

Feeling a chill run down his spine as his thoughts were exposed, the middle-aged man stared intently at the composed Fu Que, taking several deep breaths to calm himself down.

The young man in front of me not only has profound martial arts skills, but also has first-class eyesight. I must have been incredibly unlucky to have been targeted by him.

But it doesn't matter. This Tiger Rider is young and vigorous, and he actually gave me time to adjust my breathing and take medicine. I'm not without a chance.

"I was just saying, are you really not going to run away?"

Fu Que asked with a smile.

"There's no way to escape, so there's no point in wasting my energy."

The middle-aged man shrugged.

"Is the Li family cooperating with you?"

"Pretty much. Their family owns a blacksmith shop in the county. The monsters in the mountains are short of refined iron, but they're not the only ones."

"I knew it. After all, the tributes must be substantial to get the magistrate and the imperial guards to turn a blind eye. Are you implying you have someone backing you?"

"Yes, they've already arrived as reinforcements, right behind you."

Fu Que looked back as instructed. The middle-aged man was stunned at first, then overjoyed. Just as he was about to make a move, Fu Que turned around.

"No."

"...."

The man with the short knife standing against the wall couldn't help but burst out laughing. Although the current prison warden was young, he was much more generous than the old one, though he was a bit nosy and nonsensical.

The middle-aged man, with a cold face, said nothing more and rushed over as fast as an arrow.

Its speed was in no way inferior to Fu Que's rapid advance, and it was even a few degrees faster.

The middle-aged man's explosive speed created a gust of wind, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of Fu Que, his five fingers forming claws as he pinched Fu Que's face.

If this claw strikes firmly, with the strength of a martial artist at the threshold of the Blood Gate, Fu Que's head will explode like a ripe persimmon.

At the same time, his other hand was poised to strike, waiting only for Fu Que's move before unleashing a series of deadly attacks to splash his face.

This is precisely the opening stance of the Minghequan style, "Double Snakes Spitting Venom".

The middle-aged man was no ordinary person; he was able to become a Blood Gate Warrior and hold the position of Green Gang leader in the brutal gang wars. His mastery of the Crane Cry Fist was superb and skillful.

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"Looks like you're a bit stronger than that Scarface Li guy from before; you've unlocked some new features for me."

Fu Que lowered his stance, narrowly avoiding the fierce claw attack. The middle-aged man clenched his left fist and slammed his elbow into Fu Que's chest.

This elbow strike was powerful and heavy, with the bones and muscles crackling and popping. Clearly, under Fu Que's pressure, the middle-aged man's inherent ferocity had been fully unleashed.

The double arrow thrust, single chop, left and right palm strikes, hammer grab, and crane's head strike from the Minghe Fist all burst forth at once.

The middle-aged man's offensive was swift and relentless, having pushed his strength to its peak.

Contrary to Fu Que's expectations, the pill the middle-aged man took was not for healing, but rather a potent medicine to suppress the reverse flow of qi and blood and temporarily restore his strength to its peak.

If you take it now, the side effects will be severe once the effects wear off, and you may never be able to open your Qi Sea in three ways in this lifetime. But if you can't even get through this hurdle, there's no future for you.

Fu Que was forced to retreat repeatedly by the relentless attacks, his momentum faltering. He could see that the middle-aged man's next attack would be like a giant wave crashing against the shore, killing him on the spot.

"It seems the new prison guard has overestimated himself. Let's go, let's go."

The man with the short knife by the courtyard wall was the first to react, and he gave a wink to his men.

A dozen or so people didn't hesitate at all; they immediately formed a human wall, quietly climbed over the fence, and then scattered to watch the show from the eaves of the surrounding sheds.

"Brother Qian, if we're being so decisive, what if Brother Fu wins? Aren't we really going to get beaten to death by him?"

One of the gang members, his eyes fixed on the fighting in the courtyard, licked his lips and asked.

"Based on my understanding, it shouldn't be."

The man with the short sword shook his head: "Our new prison doesn't need you to pledge your loyalty. Just do your job well. Participating in the battles between Blood Gate warriors is definitely not our job."

Fu Que's body seemed to break, and with a perfectly tight bridge-like movement, he narrowly escaped from that deadly attack.

"Trying to leave? Too late!"

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He didn't believe that his opponent's close-quarters combat skills were as exquisite and proficient as his own.

Without giving Fu Que a chance to create distance and draw his sword, the middle-aged man clenched his fist tightly, his blood and qi boiling like a furnace, and with a punch carrying the force to destroy a city, he launched a pursuit through the air.

Facing the deadly punch that was coming, Fu Que showed no intention of dodging. He simply spun around and bounced back slightly.

We brushed past each other, so close yet so far.

The middle-aged man felt a chill run down his spine, a direct shiver of death shooting straight to the top of his head.

Oh no! He instinctively stepped back to stop his momentum, but the continuous punches were already like a cascading waterfall, impossible to retract.

"call!"

The powerful punch, carrying fierce energy, grazed Fu Que's nose. Fortunately, he spun around and bounced back, avoiding the punch, but the force of the punch still caused two streaks of bright red blood to flow from his nose.

"Pfft!"

Fu Que stuck his waist knife into the ground, using the recoil to prevent himself from falling to the ground while bending over on the iron bridge. He then slammed his hands down on the middle-aged man like arrows.

The gang members watching from the rooftop saw everything clearly; the tall, burly middle-aged man was blasted three feet off the ground.

Before the middle-aged man could be knocked back by the force of the punch, Fu Que's left hand shot out like an iron hook, his five fingers like iron claws, grabbing the middle-aged man's right upper arm joint and pulling him over.

Sink your waist, push off the ground, and straighten your hips.

The power of the Crane Cry Fist's Twin Snakes Spitting Out Their Tongues erupted with a thunderous roar.

The middle-aged man emitted a sickening cracking sound from his ribs.

"Ah—uh."

The scream was barely out of his throat before it was choked by the surging boiling blood.

The middle-aged man's heels were touching the ground, and his whole body seemed to be broken in half, like a shattered rag doll, enduring Fu Que's storm of punches.

The middle-aged man's superb and skillful Crane Cry Fist was unleashed on him by Fu Que without reservation.

Double arrow thrust, single chop, left and right palm strikes, double snakes spitting their tongues, grabbing the hammer, crane's crest.

Large clumps of blood seeped through the wounds, the powerful punches leaving the middle-aged man mangled beyond recognition.

It means literally... utterly rotten.

"Silk~"

The gang members on the rooftop stared in disbelief, their throats seemingly choked, their wide eyes fixed on the man's unrecognizable corpse, oblivious to the dagger that had fallen from their hands.