Chapter 71: Water Beneath the Car, Death for the Man

Li Kang saw a figure flash out from the gate and instinctively slammed the accelerator.

In Southeast Asia, bad marksmanship doesn’t matter—just have plenty of bullets.

But your driving skills must be excellent.

More often than not, ramming someone with your car is the most satisfying way.

The car was already in drive, engine running; one press of the pedal sent it accelerating instantly.

But as the car barely moved, wheels just beginning to roll, the man was already standing right in front of the hood.

Fang Jun’s partner—the one who killed the psychotic?!"

How could he be this fast?!"

Aruo hadn’t fastened his seatbelt; as his face paled in shock, his body suddenly shattered through the front windshield.

Glass shards sprayed outward as the figure lunged forward, a German military dagger in hand, aimed straight at Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu’s form flickered and vanished before him; he stepped forward, spun in a spiral, and was suddenly beside the entire car.

His rotating body suddenly thrust both palms outward, slamming hard against the vehicle.

BOOM!!

Internal and external forces erupted together—Thunderclap Palm, two bare hands delivering a true explosive impact.

Both front and rear doors warped violently inward, glass shattered, the frame twisted with it.

The entire sedan was flung sideways over three meters, flipping into the pond.

Huge waves erupted, the water churning.

The car, upside down, bobbed up and down with buoyancy, not yet sinking.

Puff-puff-puff-puff!!

The black-green stone fragments flying after him shattered into wisps of smoke as their master’s emotions surged wildly.

Aruo’s lunge missed; as he turned his head, he saw the car smashed into the water, his heart skipped a beat.

This was just a human—barehanded.

Yet to him, the feeling was almost like those few times he’d been targeted by rocket launchers.

Each time, he’d fled without hesitation—and survived.

But this time, since the opponent was human-shaped, Aruo instinctively pressed the green capsule on the dagger’s grip.

The object looked like a capsule, or perhaps a snake’s gallbladder, filled with magic water brewed by Su Ha.

Since receiving the blessing of Liu Ling Tongzi, Su Ha’s mastery of black magic had skyrocketed, and he’d prepared many useful tools for his comrades.

For instance, a technique called “Six Yin Mother-and-Child Nails.”

This method required six women born in Yin years, impregnated during a Yin month at a Yin hour; when their children reached six months, all were killed—each death taking two lives.

Then, using dog-fat candles to roast the corpses’ chins, they collected the corpse oil, soaked iron nails in it, and inscribed spells onto the nails, forging a vile magical artifact.

Within a hundred meters, pointing the nails at a person from afar would make their head feel as if pierced by iron nails—unbearably painful.

Su Ha had forged Aruo’s standard German dagger into this artifact and equipped him with poison capsules.

Each press of the capsule triggered one instance of the distant nail-strike effect; each capsule could be pressed twelve times.

Aruo’s finger pressing it was easier and faster than pulling a trigger, and at close range, it had a crude auto-locking effect.

Chu Tianshu had clearly dodged, yet he still felt a sharp pain in his brain, spreading to both temples.

He seemed to hear the shrieks and wails of multiple women and children.

“Mother-and-Child Nails?!”

Chu Tianshu’s temples bulged with veins; as this thought flashed through him, his chest and abdomen trembled violently.

He wore a white shirt and black trousers, both loose-fitting.

But with that tremor, every button on his white shirt exploded off, revealing his chest and abdominal muscles.

Thunder surged through his entire body; all mental noise vanished.

“You’re asking for death.”

Chu Tianshu pressed his hips down, his legs like thick steel springs snapping forward, his body lunging.

Aruo instinctively thrust his dagger forward; Chu Tianshu ignored it entirely, one palm already slamming into Aruo’s chest.

THUD!!

Aruo’s upper clothing tore into shreds and flew outward.

His entire body lifted off the ground; he felt as if a ball of boiling mercury had exploded inside his chest, spreading instantly—his limbs stretched wide in midair, rigidly extended.

Tai Chi, Immortal Crown Pouring.

This punch was originally aimed at the head; ancient Daoists perfected it to the point of divine mastery—striking the crown of a man’s head.

The victim’s body would involuntarily spring upward, limbs flung wide, crashing to the ground in a giant “X.”

Like prostrating fully, worshipping an immortal.

Chu Tianshu used Thunderclap Palm—not striking the head, but the chest.

His strike moved in a straight line, shorter and more vicious than swinging an arm to hit the head.

Aruo was blasted into a giant “X,” flying backward and slamming into a tree nearly ten meters away.

The tree trunk and branches shuddered violently; willow branches like fine whips brushed across his face, now gushing blood from all seven orifices.

The corpse hit the ground—dead on impact.

A roar erupted from the pond.

Li Kang kicked open the side door and swam into the water with Su Ha.

The pond wasn’t deep.

Once free of the car’s confines, Li Kang stood inside, his chest and head above water.

His roar came from fury at seeing Aruo killed.

At that moment, Chu Tianshu stepped forward two long strides toward the pond.

Swift and ruthless—he crossed the shore in one step, the second step aimed straight at Li Kang’s head.

If Li Kang had been alone, he might have dodged.

But the angle was treacherous—if he dodged, that foot would crush Su Ha.

Someone had to take the kick.

Li Kang’s experience in Southeast Asian battlefield survival kicked in—he roared in fury but didn’t panic, his arm suddenly shot up.

His left hand formed a defensive posture; his right hand shot straight for Chu Tianshu’s crotch.

Chu Tianshu’s descent from midair was a massive opening.

Li Kang’s dual movements created the illusion of defense and counterattack.

He was naturally hairy; as he unleashed full force, the hair on his face visibly sprouted outward.

His fingernails curled inward, transforming into tiger-panther claws—not flat plates, but conical tips, razor-sharp and hardened.

This was Su Ha’s doing—after secretly killing a European mercenary captain, he discovered the man’s physique was unusual, showing rare recent ancestral regression.

Su Ha carefully arranged the ritual, using the man as the primary offering, communing with Liu Ling Tongzi to bestow this blessing upon Li Kang—the strongest natural physique among them.

Since then, Li Kang had gained this unique, partial transformation ability.

His nails could pierce straight through the outer shell of Southeast Asian government armored transport trucks.

But Chu Tianshu’s right leg suddenly shifted, like the tip of a supple great spear changing position—his front sole snapped into Li Kang’s palm.

CRACK!!

As they collided, Li Kang’s body emitted the sound of multiple thick hemp ropes snapping taut and vibrating.

His body stiffened.

Chu Tianshu, propelled by the kick, leapt back to shore, instantly pushing off with his rear foot and striking again.

This retreat and advance felt premeditated—his upper body height barely changed, but his leg posture had shifted completely.

This kick struck Li Kang’s throat; his rear heel followed, stomping down on his chest, driving him fully beneath the water.

As Li Kang’s face vanished beneath the water, a streak of crimson bloomed in the pond.

Su Ha, behind him, scrambled backward, one hand clutching a plastic bag, the other still plunged into soaked powder, trying to pull something out.

But the water’s turbulence severely hindered Su Ha’s movements.

Seeing Li Kang fall, Su Ha’s face twisted with stunned horror—he bit off a piece of his tongue and spat blood.

Dozens, hundreds of blood droplets in midair turned from red to green.

Chu Tianshu’s eyes flickered; his right sleeve swelled with force as he swept one palm hard across the water’s surface.

BOOM!!

The water exploded with a thunderous crash.

In that instant, the water surged upward like a one-meter-high wall, packed with crushing force, slamming forward.

The green blood droplets were all deflected by the water wall, falling back into the pond.

HISS!!

Chu Tianshu’s hand slid along the top edge of the water wall, snapping toward Su Ha’s throat.

Su Ha’s pupils had turned fully green—no powder left, no time to chant.

He forced every ounce of pure mental power from his brain, blasting it forward.

In a daze, it seemed another face flew from his own.

That flying face was snow-white, eyes blazing green fire.

Chu Tianshu’s palm struck the flying face—hesitated slightly; goosebumps raced from his handback up to his shoulder.

"Fight!"

The evening glow on the water was fragmented.

This true word, radiating yang energy, made the evening glow in the water seem to brighten by a third in that fleeting moment.

Chu Tianshu’s hand had shattered that face and now gripped Su Ha’s throat.

(End of Chapter)