Chapter 93: The only martial arts in the world that cannot be broken is calculation
There were seven people standing in front of Wang Jingzhe, not counting Qing Ye. The first one opposite him was Qi Zhengkun, followed by two young men of similar age, both in their twenties, with tall stature and wearing ordinary Zhongshan suits. They had starry eyes, sword-like eyebrows, and straight noses, and their temperaments were outstanding. Behind these two men were three middle-aged men, wearing plain clothes and gowns and holding folding fans in their hands, almost the same attire as those of crosstalk performers on stage.
Wang Jingzhe's gaze passed through them and fell on the last person. When he looked over, the other person was also looking at him. There was no spark when their eyes met, and there was no hostility in their eyes. Their reactions were particularly flat, just like two strangers passing by each other while walking.
However, being indifferent does not mean not taking it seriously. Wang Jingzhe and the other party became alert almost at the same time.
What happened tonight was much more difficult than the situation the day before when Wang Jingzhe arrived in Chang'an and saw Mao Xiaocao being besieged and rescued her.
The night before, the people who besieged Mao Xiaocao were a group of rabble who didn't even dare to reveal their names. Today, this group of people, no need to introduce themselves, they must be from the Five Sects of Xuanmen, but we don't know which sect they are from specifically.
The food the night before might not even be considered an appetizer, but today’s is the main meal, and a big one at that.
There were seven people opposite, and only a little girl named Xiaocao was standing behind Wang Jingzhe.
After a brief
Qi Zhengkun suddenly raised his hand. Not only was his palm covered with calluses, but all ten fingers were covered with rough dead skin. If you were close to him, you could even see that his fingers had been worn away to the point where there were no , and there were no palm lines on his palms. From this scene, it was clear how hard Qi Zhengkun practiced the Eight Diagrams Dragon Palm.
"Crack" Qi Zhengkun raised his hand and slapped the table between the two of them. The table was made of mahogany, about seven or eight centimeters thick and weighed about a hundred pounds. Although it looked very old, it was obvious that it was very strong. He slapped it, and the four legs of the table immediately cracked and fell apart.
Wang Jingzhe gently pushed Mao Xiaocao aside with his right hand, then raised his arm calmly to block the attack from the other party, but then he pulled his hand downwards to relieve all the force from Qi Zhengkun's hand.
When the two men first fought, their different styles were revealed. Qi Zhengkun's attack was fierce and ferocious, while Wang Jingzhe's attack was light and agile, and it seemed that there was no winner.
Qi Zhengkun pursed his lips, snorted coldly, stepped forward with his right leg, retracted his arm, and slammed his elbow towards the side of Wang Jingzhe's head. However, the opponent seemed to have known that he would use this move. Before the opponent's elbow reached out, Wang Jingzhe gently swayed his body to the left. When Qi Zhengkun's elbow hit him, he suddenly stretched out his fist, raised his thumb and tapped his elbow hard.
"Hiss..." Qi Zhengkun took a deep breath and felt his whole body numb. His body was paralyzed for less than a second.
There is a point on the human elbow joint. If you accidentally touch it on a normal day, you will feel abnormal soreness in your arm. If someone hits you hard, the soreness is indescribable.
When masters fight, the slightest mistake can lead to a huge difference. Qi Zhengkun had less than a second of paralysis, and Wang Jingzhe seized the opportunity. He raised his foot and kicked the opponent in the chest.
"Bang!" Qi Zhengkun was kicked in the chest and immediately stumbled backwards. The two people behind him quickly supported him. Qi Zhengkun shouted angrily, "Let me go, come again!"
Next, Qi Zhengkun did not go forward alone. The two young men realized that it would be difficult for him to deal with Wang Jingzhe alone, so they rushed forward with Qi Zhengkun at the same time.
When Wang Jingzhe saw the other party rushing over, he reached out and pushed Mao Xiaocao behind him, pushing her into the corner.
The grass girl looked at him silently, and suddenly thought of a saying: when a man is careless, he is like , breaking them one by one and throwing them away. When a man is careful, he is like Sherlock Holmes solving a case, and will not miss any details.
Qi Zhengkun and the other two attacked from three sides in a room of only a few dozen square meters. It seemed that they could easily besiege Wang Jingzhe and make him feel helpless, but the fact was just the opposite, and it was still shocking.
Every time the three men attacked, when they were about to touch Wang Jingzhe, he was always able to dodge it just right, even seemingly by coincidence. For example, when the first man punched Wang Jingzhe in the face, and the second man hit him in the ears with both peaks, Wang Jingzhe retracted his neck with extreme precision and dodged back. His face was intact, and his ears were not hit. The timing and angle of his dodging were perfect. If he used too little force, he would be hit directly, and using too much force would be a waste of energy. Everything was so just right and impartial.
Wang Jingzhe frowned slightly, resisting or dodging the attack of the three people. While twisting and turning, he was forced to the corner. Qi Zhengkun curled his lips, meaning that this time he can see where you run.
But what was unexpected at this time was that Wang Jingzhe suddenly kicked backwards with his heel, and after his foot hit the wall with a "pop", he suddenly rolled to the ground, just like that very ugly lazy donkey rolling. Wang Jingzhe immediately rushed out from the gap under the three people, then he turned his body, raised his head with his back to the ground, and kicked Qi Zhengkun and the other two people's ankles three times in a row with his right foot.
"Plop" one person fell down, and the other staggered and was pushed against the wall. Qi Zhengkun reacted the fastest, moved his ankle back, and staggered out to avoid it.
Wang Jingzhe pushed the ground with his left foot, and his body stood up in an instant. At the same time, he retracted his right foot, and kicked the broken table leg next to him with his toes. He stretched out his hand to grab a wooden leg, and then swung it over fiercely.
With a dull "puff" sound, the table leg hit Qi Zhengkun's hand, who raised his arm to block it. He grimaced in pain and broke out in a cold sweat. He rubbed his arm and quickly dodged to the side.
Wang Jingzhe narrowed his eyes, picked up the wooden leg again and smashed it on the other two people's heads.
"boom"
"puff"
"Bang..."
After a few hits, the two men who were forced into the corner were beaten like drowned dogs. They squatted down with their heads in their hands.
"Pa, pa, pa." Someone in the yard clapped his hands, then sighed and said, "Stop it, don't embarrass yourself. Every move you make is perfectly calculated by others. What else can you use to fight with others? Don't you see that this is a precise divination method? He can calculate all your moves for you. What's the point of fighting?"
