Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike

Chapter 53 Cutting off blood and severing meridians, the white python turns over

Zhang Yuanhao slid down the wall.

His body was hunched over, and his face was blood red.

Blood was still seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Cough cough..."

His face was bluish-gray.

He coughed lightly a few times, slowly stood up, and pointed his fingers like swords, tapping his chest and abdomen several times.

As his fingertips touched the ground, he took a deep breath, as if drawing it straight into his dantian. His stomach swelled slightly, but his complexion regained its rosy hue.

"Intercepting blood and boosting energy..."

"Zhang Yuanhao is going to fight to the death by severing the secrets of the Heavenly Meridian."

"He'd be dead even if he didn't fight, so he's quite decisive. However, relying solely on this method doesn't guarantee victory."

On the main street in front of the Cheng family mansion, several men wearing straw hats were whispering among themselves through the gate.

They clearly recognized Zhang Yuanhao's methods.

Not only do they recognize them.

The镖师 (bodyguards) and 趟子手 (escorts) of the Huiyou镖局 (escort agency) guarding the sandalwood coffin also knew this, and their faces were filled with grief.

They never expected that the renowned "Three Fists Unstoppable, One Knife Hard to Defend" would be forced to mutilate his own body, resorting to bloodletting to stop the pain and unleash his body's potential.

Even if we win this battle, I'll be bedridden for at least a year and a half afterwards.

If you're not careful, all these skills will be wasted.

The cost was considerable.

Cheng Yuanhua's face darkened instantly, and he turned to look at Song Zhichao in disbelief: "Chief Escort Song, is this how you teach your disciples?"

The outcome is clear now, and anyone with eyes can see it clearly. Why bring up the matter of revenge again?

Must we go all the way to the very last step before we stop?

Song Zhichao's beard trembled, and he sighed. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Zhang Yuanhao speak loudly: "Master, seniors. Today's battle has already been decided by signing a life-or-death agreement. Therefore, whatever methods are used, it is all up to each individual's ability."

If it were just a normal sparring match, I, Zhang Yuanhao, am not someone who can't stand losing.

But this battle concerns my father's reputation and the honor of my friends; we absolutely cannot afford to lose.

He turned to look at Li Xin, his expression becoming extremely serious.

"Brother Li truly deserves to be called a top disciple of Bagua. He is exceptionally talented and his palm techniques are unpredictable."

Unfortunately, your cultivation is still shallow, and your skills are not quite there yet, so you couldn't kill me with one palm strike.

Since we've already exchanged blows, I, Zhang, will now shamelessly test your weaponry. Swords and spears have no eyes; on the road to the Yellow Springs, let life and death be without regret.

Zhang Yuanhao reached out to the side.

Then a fellow disciple threw out a thick-backed broadsword.

This knife is heavy and sturdy, weighing at least thirty or forty pounds including the scabbard. When thrown into the air, it makes a dull thud.

Zhang Yuanhao reached out with one hand and dissipated all the force.

Holding it in your hand feels like receiving a thin piece of wood, light and easy.

Look at the veins on his arms, throbbing like snakes, and the muscles twisting and bulging.

Clearly, it was through some unknown method that the body's Qi and blood were stimulated.

At this moment, his strength increased greatly, and he prepared to fight to the death.

"They won't give up until they reach the Yellow River."

Li Xin glanced at Zhang Yuanhao's movements, a hint of doubt creeping into his heart.

Actually, he didn't think there was anything wrong with other martial arts practitioners having techniques that allowed them to unleash their full power.

But he always felt that Zhang Yuanhao's attitude was a bit strange after he had just lost a move and been hit in the abdomen.

Others may not know, but he himself knew exactly how heavy that palm strike was.

With a base strength of 1,100 jin, the powerful force is generated by the Qian Yuan Fierce Fire Force, with blood and qi flowing through the three Yang meridians of the hand.

Even without the master's intervention, the attack power can be increased by at least 50% after the energy and strength are combined.

In other words, if the force is applied effectively, the attack power can reach 1,600 to 1,700 jin.

This palm strike, avoiding the opponent's strength and striking their weakness, landed squarely on their Shenque acupoint...

Even if it doesn't break Zhang Yuanhao's intestines, it will at least make him feel like his insides are burning, and he won't be able to catch his breath for a long time.

But the other party was completely unharmed and was able to continue fighting.

Furthermore, their momentum became even stronger.

They seemed determined to win.

This is a bit hard to understand.

"Be careful, Zhang Yuanhao is not an arrogant person... He has a rough appearance, but he is actually very shrewd and knows how to win people's hearts."

He wouldn't resort to self-harm to unleash his potential if he didn't have a trump card.

Cheng Feiyan moved with light steps, leaping to Li Xin's side, turning her long sword upside down, and handing it over.

There was no joy on her face.

Instead, it felt somewhat heavy.

I had already seen my junior brother's fist and sword techniques when he fought against the two disciples of Monk Jinzhong last time.

He can turn the rotten into the miraculous... Ordinary tricks always shine with dazzling brilliance in his hands.

Especially in life-or-death situations, they often come up with brilliant moves.

No one knows what kind of amazing methods he will use.

Originally, Cheng Feiyan should have been very confident.

But just now, a sense of foreboding welled up in her heart.

This feeling came from nowhere, and I couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. All I could do was remind my junior brother to be more careful.

"I understand, a cornered beast will fight to the death!"

Li Xin chuckled.

"If self-mutilation were effective, the foreign devils wouldn't be able to invade. Why don't we all cut ourselves and drive all those foreigners out?"

Zhang Yuanhao's face, which had just recovered, immediately turned ashen again.

This time it wasn't an injury, but rather that I got angry again.

"Okay, I hope your knife is as sharp as your words."

"Of course not... Don't worry, this time I'll make sure you see it clearly, everything. I won't attack from behind, so people won't say I'm sneaking up on you."

"court death."

Zhang Yuanhao's temples throbbed, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he dragged his sword away.

The ground rumbled underfoot, shattering the stone slabs and leaving a mess.

He leaned forward, his steps were like arrows, and his bloodshot eyes were like those of a mad tiger.

Before the sword was even drawn, he let out a roar.

It was like a thunderclap in mid-air.

The shock made everyone around shake their heads, and they felt an itch in their ears.

hum...

Amidst the tiger's roar, a flash of cold light streaked out from the broad scabbard.

It cascades down like a waterfall.

I just saw the flash of a knife.

The roar was drowned out by the thunderous clang of the blades, as if it were floating in the sky.

"What a fine Tiger Soul Blade!"

Li Xin narrowed his eyes, and just seeing the glint of the blade made his brow throb violently... His left shoulder felt like it was being pricked by needles, and he saw hallucinations.

It seemed as if the other party had transformed into a real white-browed, fierce tiger, pouncing at his chest.

A foul, fishy stench filled the nostrils.

He slightly turned his body, and the long sword in his hand moved like a sprite, the blade held diagonally against his elbow, and he thrust it out in a counter-attack.

Clang.

With a single, powerful touch, Shen Xiong vanished without a trace from his own blade.

The cold light suddenly refracted, turning the oblique slash into a horizontal cut.

Change direction within a small space.

It quickly formed a streak of arc light.

"Good timing."

Li Xin moved swiftly, like a swallow skimming the water, and escaped the encirclement of the opponent's broadsword.

The blade flashed like waves, closing in.

Using the momentum of the undulations, his body leaped into the air, spun around, and rolled over the back of the broadsword.

The blade slashed down with the speed of a wheel.

Use the force of the blow to deflect the attack and then move swiftly, following up with "Swallow Skimming the Water" with "White Python Turning Over".

The knife moves with the person; the person and the knife become one.

With a single slash, a powerful gust of wind exploded, and the blade's light aimed straight for Zhang Yuanhao's head.

This move combines parrying and slashing, using retreat as a means of advance, and is so fast that the eyes cannot react.

However, Zhang Yuanhao seemed to have been prepared all along.

A cold smile flashed across his lips.

The scabbard, which had been hanging limply to the left, remained motionless.

Suddenly, a loud popping sound came from the spring.

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