Chapter 476: Whoa, isn

He must be in a lot of pain.

It's not just painful; it's downright brutal.

Brother Lu Yang's Thousand-Year Kill move was truly something I never saw coming.

He really excels at exploiting an enemy's weakness, delivering a lethal strike at the most vulnerable moment.

The weapon Lu Yang casually tossed rolled to Liu Ziqiang's feet.

Instinctively, he bent down, picked it up, and thrust the end that faced the opponent toward Sun Chen.

"Do you dare smell it?"

"Get lost!"

Sun Chen dodged in a split second.

Liu Ziqiang gave a mischievous grin and handed it to the others.

Everyone, terrified, covered their mouths and noses and hurried away.

Then the guy went crazy, got addicted to the game, and kept brandishing it to scare people.

Only when Ma Qing'an turned back and warned him with his eyes did he drop the short piece of Dragon-Head Staff on the ground.

At the same time, Huang Honghui was helped up from the ground: "Deputy Battalion Commander, are you okay? Should you go to the infirmary? It's broken, looks like it's bleeding!"

Huang Honghui grimaced in sharp pain, straightened his body, but a slight squeeze made the stubborn hemorrhoid behind him flare up instantly.

He pointed at Lu Yang, gritting his teeth: "Shameless to the extreme! Who taught you to use such despicable methods?"

Lu Yang: "You said it was okay to use a stick."

Huang Honghui, furious: "I said you could hit with a stick, not stab with it!"

Lu Yang let out a sigh: "Then why didn't you say earlier? I thought there were no restrictions. Seeing you like this, you probably lack the strength for a fight; you've already lost. Get your people out of here quickly."

"Get out of the way!"

Huang Honghui spat: "Taking advantage and then trying to leave?"

He also grabbed a stick, planted it forcefully on the ground: "Now it's your turn; I'll show you what a One-Second Three Sticks is, and what a skin‑stick roast is!"

Hearing that, Zhou Kaidong, Ding Tengfei and the others who had trained with the armed police instantly turned pale.

They finally realized these guys must have also studied, learning the method of turning the mortal body into a saint.

In this situation, Lu Yang's hard Qi Gong is unlikely to be of much use.

Moreover, Lu Yang even demonstrated where the Qi gate of hard Qi Gong is located.

Now the opponent is furious and embarrassed; they might retaliate in the same way.

Zhou Kaidong hesitated a moment, then stepped forward to block: "Lu Yang, stop, you'll get hurt; otherwise let Kang Changyi take your place, the kid is tough and durable."

Kang Changyi's groin tightened instantly, his eyes bulging: "Why me?"

Zhou Kaidong glared at him: "Because you spoke without restraint before, now is the perfect time to atone with merit!"

Kang Changyi covered his butt, shaking his head in protest: "I won't go, I… I'm still a chick!"

Lu Yang couldn't help laughing: "It's fine, I'll go. If you can't beat me, won't you just run?"

Seeing Lu Yang's stubborn insistence, Zhou Kaidong had no other choice.

But he still warned him never to charge the enemy from behind; even if he runs, he must run backward.

When it comes to viciousness, the Thousand-Year Kill and the Monkey‑Steals‑Peach are almost equally cruel; everyone hopes Lu Yang won't fall victim, after all he's standing up for them all.

Yet Lu Yang wore a carefree expression, not taking the opponent seriously, and mocked:

"Earlier you fell; that counts as your loss."

"If I don't fall later, you must immediately leave with your people."

"Also, before you go, clean the barracks thoroughly and leave it tidy."

Huang Honghui brandished the stick, his eyes blazing like Wu Song fighting a tiger, full of fury.

"You truly won't shed a tear until you see a coffin; soon I'll show you what cruelty is!"

Both sides prepared; this round Lu Yang defended while Huang Honghui attacked.

But just as Huang Honghui swung his stick to charge, Lu Yang raised his hand to halt him.

"Hold on!"

"What are you doing?"

"My shoelace is loose!"

Lu Yang squatted, pretended to untie his shoelace, then slowly re‑tied it.

During the process, he kept glancing sideways toward the doorway, as if waiting for something.

"All set?"

"Almost, almost, what's the hurry?"

Lu Yang dawdled for about a minute before standing up again.

Seeing the opponent lift his stick to charge, he raised his hand again to stop.

"Hold on!"

"Again, what?"

"Let me restate the rules: you only lose if you fall; if I'm still standing, I win. No attacks on the head, no strikes to vulnerable sensitive areas."

"Heh."

Huang Honghui sneered: "I acknowledge the front part, but I didn't hear the latter; you broke the rules first, so you can't blame me."

He shouted to the troops of the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion behind him: "Watch closely; this is what you'll learn next, called One‑Second Three Sticks! First stick hits the leg, second stick the mouth, third stick smashes the Yellow Dragon!"

The Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion soldiers instantly became excited.

A live demonstration like this is far more exhilarating than the previous closed‑door training.

Perfect, we can also tidy up this bunch of clueless "land ducks," so they know just how big the gap is with the sea‑land ace spearhead.

In contrast, Ma Qing'an, He Zhen Tao and the others were breaking out in a cold sweat; the one Lu Yang had provoked was no ordinary opponent, but the renowned Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion.

Moreover, he even publicly used the Thousand‑Year Kill on that surnamed‑Huang deputy battalion commander, which is tantamount to slapping them in the face.

If they don't get beaten to the point of losing bowel control, the other side will surely not let it go.

Lu Yang's expression remained normal as he took a deep breath, holding it in his throat, and tensed his body.

Then he waved his hand, indicating they could begin, and gave a casual greeting.

As the saying goes, outsiders watch the excitement, insiders watch the technique.

Huang Honghui instantly recognized that Lu Yang's set of movements was clearly the opening of Hard Qigong.

In other words, this kid clearly has some skills, but he's deliberately pretending to be timid here, aiming to lower his guard and launch a sneak attack.

Huang Honghui gripped his stick tightly, grinding his teeth in anger: "You've only practiced a little superficial stuff—what can you do?"

Having said that, he raised his stick and launched an attack, only to see Lu Yang turn and run.

Damn it, he's being slippery again!

"Stop!"

"If you've got guts, don't run!"

Huang Honghui grabbed his stick and gave chase.

But when it comes to running speed, how could he possibly be a match for Lu Yang, this fleet‑footed runner?

In the process, Lu Yang used billboards and flowerbed trees to circle around them, playing at "Qin King circling the pillar".

As a result, what had been a fairly solemn scene suddenly turned into chaotic pandemonium—hilariously absurd, like an eagle chasing chicks.

Seeing their commander being toyed with like this, the soldiers of the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion couldn't keep a straight face and all rushed forward to help.

He Zhen Tao and the others, seeing this, also rushed forward to stop them from causing trouble, gesturing that no mischief was allowed.

"You bastard, you're good at dodging—if you've got guts, don't run!"

"If you don't move at all, you're a turtle!"

Lu Yang used various obstacles to leap up and down, moving like an agile monkey, even climbing up to the treetop.

He poked his head out of the treetop, finally seeing him—the moment he had been waiting for.

Thus, Lu Yang leapt straight down from a tree three or four meters high.

He landed with a roll to dissipate the momentum, then sprinted toward the gate, while Huang Honghui, furious and embarrassed, pursued him relentlessly.

The gate guard and the two soldiers also rushed forward from the front, front‑and‑back flanking to block Lu Yang's retreat.

At the same time, Lu Yang stumbled as his left foot tripped over his right, pausing slightly, and Huang Honghui, seeing this, was delighted inside.

He lunged forward with all his might, then swung his stick like in the "Three Strikes Against the White Bone Demon," aiming for Lu Yang's back.

Crack!

With a heavy blow, the stick snapped.

Lu Yang braced himself with both hands, nearly falling, and in a sorry state lunged toward the two white silhouettes appearing ahead.

"Sa Ren, Sa Ren, save me!"

Seeing two white‑capped figures appear on the road ahead, everyone gradually slowed to a stop and stood in place.

Especially when one of those white‑capped figures raised a camera and pointed it this way, pressing the shutter, Huang Honghui froze on the spot.

He lowered his gaze to the broken half‑stick in his hand, sensing trouble, and immediately tossed it into the nearby flowerbed, forcing an awkward smile.

Kang Changyi widened his eyes and stared into the distance: "Don't you think that white‑capped figure over there holding a camera looks a bit familiar?"

Zhou Kaidong narrowed his eyes: "Hmm, seems like it…"

Chen Panpan exclaimed "Holy shit!" and jumped up: "No, that's not— isn't that so‑and‑so?!"