Chapter 44: Huaxia Military Body Fist

Zhang Youliang's face was ashen, and the tremendous grip force transmitted through his trembling fists left him utterly shaken.

He was now beginning to suspect that Facing Facing Cang Luo's cultivation was not merely Warrior Stage 5, but possibly the peak of Stage 5.

Or even Warrior Stage 6!

Because he had crossed hands with quite a few disciples at Warrior Stage 5, and their strength was nowhere near Facing Facing Cang Luo's—not by a little—so there was no way they would be held so completely immobile like this.

Facing Facing Cang Luo took in every shift of his expression—from contempt and mockery to doubt, shock, and bewilderment.

Then came utter astonishment, and finally fear and dread.

The other's bearing shifted from lofty and condescending to anxious and questioning his very existence, and this transformation filled Facing Facing Cang Luo with immense delight.

Facing Facing Cang Luo relished this sense of contrast, so he deliberately teased, "Guess?"

"Guess?" Zhang Youliang was stunned for a moment, then realized he'd been toyed with and immediately struggled, "Let me go!!!"

"Let you go? Fine, as you wish."

Facing Facing Cang Luo snorted coldly; in a single loosen-and-grip motion he twisted Zhang Youliang's arms a full one hundred and eighty degrees.

Then, with a speed faster than sound could cover, he kicked both of his shins, making his body pitch forward, lose balance, and kneel before him.

Facing Facing Cang Luo's movements were extremely fast; Zhang Youliang didn't let out a pained scream until he was already on the ground, his twisted arms aching terribly, cold sweat pouring from his forehead.

Seeing this scene, Chen Dalong immediately rose from the ground, a faintly surprised look on his face.

From the techniques Facing Facing Cang Luo had just displayed, he could tell the other was currently at Warrior Stage 6.

This kind of reaction, speed, and strength was absolutely not something a martial artist at Warrior Stage 5 could possess.

As someone who had been through it, Chen Dalong could estimate the abilities of martial artists below his own cultivation to within eighty or ninety percent accuracy.

But didn't Dahu say this piece of trash was only at Warrior Stage 3?

How had he broken through to Warrior Stage 6 in just twenty short days?

Such a cultivation speed was already on par with the elite disciples of the inner sect......

This kid must have a secret. Could Senior Brother Ouyang Lie be targeting him precisely because of this?

Worried about being surpassed by him at the year-end grand competition?

So he wanted to nip him in the bud?

Chen Dalong's mind raced through countless possibilities. Seeing Zhang Youliang was no match for Facing Facing Cang Luo, he had no intention of stepping in to help.

He still didn't deign to make a move. So what if the other was at Warrior Stage 6? He himself was at Warrior Stage 8!

Stage 6 and Stage 8—two whole stages apart, with a Stage 7 in between.

The two differed by several hundred jin in raw strength alone; the intensity of their elemental wheels and reserves of elemental force were vastly different too, not to mention technique proficiency and so on—the two simply couldn't be mentioned in the same breath!

Chen Dalong was confident he could defeat Facing Facing Cang Luo with ease, so he wasn't in a hurry to act. In his mind, the more triumphant Facing Facing Cang Luo was now, the more agonizing it would be when he was crushed by him later!

Besides, he wanted to see what other tricks Facing Facing Cang Luo had up his sleeve. He wasn't like his younger brother Chen Dahu, rash and careless enough to underestimate the enemy.

However, although Chen Dalong didn't step in to help, he ordered Wang Lei, who was still in shock, "You go help out."

Wang Lei, having received Chen Dalong's order, had no choice but to act. After a moment's hesitation, he unleashed his strongest martial technique and charged at Facing Facing Cang Luo.

Seeing the short youth attacking him, Facing Facing Cang Luo sneered coldly. With a pull and a twist of his hands, he dislocated Zhang Youliang's arms, then sent him flying with a single kick.

The whole process took only two seconds, leaving him plenty of time to flick the dust off himself while waiting for this short youth called Wang Lei to come attack.

Wang Lei saw how cleanly and decisively Facing Facing Cang Luo had dealt with Zhang Youliang, who shared his cultivation, and was startled once more. He instinctively slowed his advance and looked to Chen Dalong for help.

The meaning was obvious—if even Zhang Youliang wasn't Facing Facing Cang Luo's match, how could he possibly be?

Wang Lei was terrified and wanted to run, but the moment he caught Chen Dalong's icy gaze, he immediately abandoned the thought.

Unless he never wanted to make a living in the Xuantian Sect again—disobeying the boss's order meant death when he got back, so he had to go.

It was just taking a beating, right? The other guy was at most Stage 5 or 6—let's see him try to one-shot me.

"Ah!"

Having thought it through, Wang Lei let out a great roar to bolster his courage, and his long-prepared Tiger-Subduing Fist shot straight at Facing Facing Cang Luo's cheek.

The fist wind sliced through the air with a *whoosh*, its power no weaker than Chen Dahu's had been back then.

Wang Lei's fist was swift as lightning, but in Facing Facing Cang Luo's eyes it was excruciatingly slow, like watching a slideshow.

With the aid of his satellite dynamic-capture ability, Facing Facing Cang Luo saw every one of Wang Lei's movements with perfect clarity.

With a cold snort, Facing Facing Cang Luo tilted his body slightly and easily dodged Wang Lei's attack, then countered with a fist straight into the other's abdomen. The tremendous force made Wang Lei shudder, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

That punch ruptured Wang Lei's internal organs; without medicinal pills, it would take at least a month to recover.

Wang Lei flew into a rage on the spot. He hadn't expected Facing Facing Cang Luo to be so vicious. Enduring the searing pain, he reached straight for Facing Facing Cang Luo's throat, intending to twist it off.

Facing Facing Cang Luo snorted coldly and stepped back half a pace to evade Wang Lei's claw strike.

At the same time, he shot out his right hand to seize the other's right wrist, and his left fist slammed violently into the elbow joint.

A sharp *crack* rang out, and Wang Lei's arm instantly bent outward at a ninety-degree angle.

"Ah......"

Wang Lei's scream was enough to shake heaven and move the gods to tears. Chen Dalong, watching from the side, and Zhang Youliang, who had already lost all fighting ability, were both visibly moved, as if they felt it themselves, and each sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.

"How vicious, how decisive!"

Chen Dalong's brows knit tightly. He felt Facing Facing Cang Luo's transformation was too sudden—how had he suddenly become so composed and ruthlessly merciless?

Was the fear from earlier just an act?

Wang Lei's right arm had been broken by Facing Facing Cang Luo, and he had already lost all fighting ability, but Facing Facing Cang Luo showed no intention of letting him off.

How could he pass up a free, live punching bag?

It wasn't easy to finally have someone to spar with—he had to put everything he'd learned during this period into practice.

Facing Facing Cang Luo shifted and dodged, unleashing one combination punch after another on Wang Lei.

Kicks, strikes, throws, grapples, twists, locks......

He targeted Wang Lei's limb joints and the body's weak points, dislocating every joint in the other's body clean off.

He didn't even use the Thunderous Palm Strike, in order to reduce the consumption of his Yuan Sense.

Facing Facing Cang Luo casually clapped his hands, then kicked the long-unconscious Wang Lei, who had fainted from the pain, over to Zhang Youliang's side.

This display made Zhang Youliang's heart pound with terror, nearly scaring him out of his wits.

He now felt immensely relieved, glad that he had been the one to strike first. If Wang Lei hadn't come along later to draw Facing Facing Cang Luo's attention, the one sprawled paralyzed on the ground right now would probably have been him.

At the same time, Zhang Youliang was also deeply puzzled—why had Facing Facing Cang Luo improved so astonishingly fast in just twenty short days?

Not only his cultivation, but when had he learned that set of punches that specifically targeted the joints?

He'd never heard of a Yellow-grade low-rank martial technique coming with a matching set of moves?

Unable to figure it out, Zhang Youliang crept fearfully behind Chen Dalong and said in a trembling, angry voice: "Facing Facing Cang Luo, I didn't expect you to be so vicious as to dare harm fellow disciples.

Senior Brother Chen, let's cripple his cultivation first to avenge Junior Brother Wang, then capture him and bring him back to the sect for the Enforcement Pavilion to judge."

"Tch!" Facing Facing Cang Luo curled his lip in disdain and laughed: "So what if I'm vicious? You were all trying to kill me, and you still expect me to hold back?

I'm telling you, since your legs aren't injured yet, run now—otherwise in a bit you'll end up just like that shorty."

"Y-you, you still dare threaten me..." Zhang Youliang instinctively glanced at Wang Lei, then edged closer to Chen Dalong.

"You what you you you!?" Facing Facing Cang Luo couldn't be bothered with Zhang Youliang, and said to Chen Dalong: "Stop wasting time. Let's settle old and new grudges together right now.

Today, either you die or I die!"

"Clap... clap... clap..."

Chen Dalong clapped his hands, stepped forward a few paces, and with a very earnest look praised: "Wonderful, wonderful. Junior Brother Cang's set of punches just now was performed with absolute brilliance.

What's it called? What martial technique's matching fist art is it?"

On the Yuanwu Continent, martial techniques actually do come with matching moves and forms, teaching martial artists how to use the technique more efficiently.

It's just that, after the appearance of technique jade tokens, the matching moves and forms for martial techniques gradually decreased in provision—generally only weapon techniques, or fist/leg and movement techniques of Yellow-grade upper-rank or above, would be equipped with moves and forms.

As for fist/leg techniques below Yellow-grade upper-rank, they only give you a technique jade token to teach you how to use the technique; as for the moves, you can only rely on personal comprehension or go ask others for guidance.

In fact, the deacons of the Profound Tianmen serve exactly the role of teaching moves and forms.

Facing Facing Cang Luo smiled slightly and said clearly: "Huaxia Military Boxing!"

Chen Dalong was stunned and asked: "Huaxia Military Boxing? A military martial technique?

Which army? The border garrison or the imperial guards? Could it be the Great Wall Guard?"

Facing Facing Cang Luo shook his head, not wanting to explain. How could he tell them that Huaxia Military Boxing was taught to him by an elite warrior of the Huaxia Feng Lin Huo Shan combat group? Even if he said it, they wouldn't understand.

During his time training in the Demon Beast Mountain Forest, Facing Facing Cang Luo divided his day into three parts besides eating.

The first part was the daytime, spent seeking out and fighting demon beasts.

The second part was the evening study time, when he would learn combat techniques from the elite warriors of the Feng Lin Huo Shan combat group via video call—killing skills that discarded all fancy flourishes.

A fist art created by taking the essence and discarding the dregs from Jeet Kune Do, Muay Thai, Tai Chi, Baji Quan, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and the like.

It is the close-combat skill that all branches of the Huaxia military are required to master, called Huaxia Military Boxing!

The third part was the time after nightfall for cultivating the Meiti Shengong.

Just two days ago, Facing Facing Cang Luo had finally succeeded in cultivating the first layer of the Meiti Shengong—this was also one of the reasons Facing Facing Cang Luo faced the three attackers led by Chen Dalong without fear......