Volume 1: Wild Beasts, Changes Begin Chapter 7: First Killing (Part 2)
Anyone with medical knowledge knows that some parts of the human body are very fragile. There are only eighteen slender muscles around the neck, and they cannot cover and protect the throat.
If it hits directly, it only takes more than 60 kilograms of force to break a person's throat and endanger his life. Even a healthy twelve-year-old child can do it. The only difference is whether you can hit the vital point.
And now, when Shao Lianzhu was in so much pain that he couldn't even maintain his Qi to protect his body, Fang Yunhan hit him in the neck with a straight punch weighing over 400 pounds.
This punch shattered the throat, bones, and tore the muscles.
When the head flew up and blood gushed out, Fang Yunhan was stunned.
At this moment, a fat figure rushed in from the back door of the dilapidated temple.
The man was wearing a turban and a robe that hung a little askew on his body, with the lapel on the left. He had a high nose and deep eyes. Looking closely, he was quite different from the people in the Central Plains. He looked to be at least 200 pounds, but he took a step and landed silently, as agile as a cat.
At this time, because Fang Yunhan was fighting Shao Lianzhu with his back to the back door of the ruined temple, the fat man saw Shao Lianzhu's head flying as soon as he entered the door. He was shocked for a moment, but then he realized that the opportunity could not be missed, so he took advantage of the young man's daze to launch a sneak attack.
This fat man had a wide body, and his ten fingers were short and fat like radishes. But after he used his internal energy, his finger joints seemed to swell an inch, and his fat flesh stretched out and became as tight as cowhide, while his palms even turned a dark red.
He pushed with both hands, hitting Fang Yunhan's back.
Fang Yunhan cried out in pain and threw himself forward, flying over Zhao Dapeng's head and landing heavily on the tilted incense burner.
"Brother!" Zhao Dapeng exclaimed, but his hands and feet were sore that he couldn't stand up. He could only glare at the fat man and curse, "How can you be called a hero if you attack from behind, fat man?"
"Hero? Heroes die early. Lord Buddha wishes to live a long life." The fat man bent his fingers, pinched his palms, and felt a little surprised.
He practiced the Tantric Big Hand Seal, which also had the skill of the Poison Sand Palm. There was a deadly poison in his palms, but just now when he pushed with both palms, it seemed that he failed to inject the poison into the opponent's body.
This doesn’t matter. Even if the poison has no effect, the power of the Tantric handprint will hit him and the young man will definitely die.
The fat man's mind was racing, and he smiled at Zhao Dapeng and said, "You look like a hero, so you die first."
"Who are you talking to?"
A low and hoarse voice was heard, and the fat man looked up in surprise, only to see Fang Yunhan supporting the fallen incense burner with one hand, turning around and standing, with his fists clenched, his arms raised and stretched to both sides, his back muscles squeezed towards the middle, grimacing in pain.
The intense pain was almost as severe as when he was ill, but the pain caused by being beaten was completely different from the torture of the disease.
"It hurts so much. This is martial arts, this is fighting!" Fang Yunhan stared at the fat man and suddenly grinned, "This is really a hundred times more exciting than any extreme sports I loved in my previous life~"
He gritted his teeth in pain, and spoke in a low voice, so no one could hear clearly. The fat man saw him stand up, and after being shocked, his first reaction was to make a move to capture Zhao Dapeng.
Even Zhao Dapeng was shocked by this man's shamelessness. Judging from the skill he just used, he was at least a top-notch expert in the martial arts world, but he didn't even care about his dignity!
First he launched a sneak attack on an unknown young man who looked less than twenty years old, and now he wants to use Zhao Dapeng to threaten the other party.
"I would rather die than be caught by this man." Zhao Dapeng suddenly lay back.
His limbs were weak, but he was still moving very fast as he lay down, and he put some distance between himself and the fat man. Fang Yunhan's fist had already arrived.
Bang!
After their fists and palms collided, the fat man and Fang Yunhan each took a step back.
Both of them felt a pain in their arms, but Fang Yunhan took a step back, and before he could stand firmly, he had already stepped hard and punched out again.
The fat man was not standing firmly and could not dodge in time, so he had to raise his hand to block again.
Bang!
The fat man took a step back, and the boy only took a small step back before rushing forward again.
Bang!
Another punch, the dust around Fang Yunhan's feet was stirred up, and the fat man's heel had already crushed the door panel of the back door. After retreating a few steps, looking at the young man's determined eyes, he finally felt a little pride hidden in his heart being squeezed out.
"I don't believe that the Tantric hand seal that I have practiced can't kill you!"
"Okay, come on!" Fang Yunhan laughed and moved forward.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Strong winds blew and dust rose everywhere. The two men stood still, neither dodging nor evading. No fancy moves. They just relied on their internal strength and fists and palms to fight continuously.
The fat man became more and more frightened as the fight went on, and he tried his best to hold on, his palms becoming larger due to the blood flowing from the collision.
The more Fang Yunhan punched, the more pain his hands felt, but the happier he felt. His usual magical skills unconsciously transformed into majestic and powerful ones. The rhythm of his punches became faster and faster, and the flying dust rolled silently behind him like a roaring wave.
Finally, after fighting for thirty times, the fat man's hands were so numb that he almost lost the feeling below the wrists. Looking at the opponent 's blood-red fists that were still swinging at him, he couldn't help but want to change his tactics.
As soon as he had this thought, the fat man suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
A pair of fiery eyes covered him.
For a moment, the fat man inexplicably felt that he understood the young man's eyes.
'You are afraid.'
'Then you're dead. ' "Then you're dead!!"
The imaginary voice and the real voice overlapped in the fat man's ears, and Fang Yunhan roared and swung his fist.
The blood-red fist knocked the fat man's palms apart and hit the cardia directly in the center. The force of the fist went through his body, leaving a round hole in the fat man's clothes on the back. His heart stopped suddenly, his eyes became bloodshot, his mouth opened, and his throat made a crackling sound.
The fat man slid to the ground little by little, his eyes wide open as he died. After his shadow fell on the ground, the young man's blazing eyes appeared under the morning sun.
Fang Yunhan was grinning, but suddenly his face turned pale, he covered his chest and hunched his body.
He was hit by Shao Lianzhu's palm and then ambushed by the fat man. He relied on his internal strength to hold on. After that, he fought hard with the fat man. His internal strength was almost exhausted, and even the strength that instinctively protected the painful parts of his internal organs was used up.
At this moment, the pain from several injuries and diseases came at the same time, making Fang Yunhan feel as if his skin and flesh were being torn by blades with the slightest movement. He had no choice but to stay still and wait for his internal strength to recover a little.
Suddenly, a shadow taller than the fat man was cast on Fang Yunhan's face.
Zhao Dapeng saw a man in black clothes, with his hands clasped together, stepping on the threshold of the dilapidated temple and standing in front of Fang Yunhan.
This man said nothing and made no move, but the entire temple seemed to suddenly become colder.
He pulled his corpse-like hand out from his sleeve.
Fang Yunhan was still in severe pain and found it difficult to think.
Zhao Dapeng's eyes were bloodshot and he opened his mouth to shout.
"How dare you!!"
With an old man's roar, the dust on the beams was shaken off by three or two pounds. This sound was like thunder and also like an illusory dragon's roar.
Fang Yunhan's body was pushed aside by a wrinkled hand. His hair and beard were standing on end. His thin and old body instantly became like a Vajra God. He collided with the pale hand of the man in black with one palm.
The cold air swept away, but was pushed back by an even more violent force, leaving a trail of frost on the ground.
The black-clad man's eyes seemed to suddenly light up.
He saw that twenty steps behind Fengma Niu, the old man in yellow robe had half of his head sunken into his chest, his eyes were filled with shock, and he had been dead for two breaths before he fell down.
"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"
