Chapter 112: Sun Tuozi

Sun Tuozi is a crippled dwarf; his appearance is truly not very pleasing to the eye.

Living in a place like this, there is clearly not much profit to be made, so his frame is thin and withered, as if anyone could push him to the ground with a mere touch.

Yet his pair of hands are much larger and thicker than an ordinary person's, with long, sturdy fingers and blue veins bulging on his arms. With Yu Liancheng's keen eye, he can naturally tell that the martial arts in these palms are extraordinary, and they seem to be the result of practicing some kind of claw technique.

Sun Tuozi's expression changes slightly, then he immediately smiles: "Young Master is joking. A person like me, how could I have the good fortune to learn martial arts?"

The old man and the young girl with the long braid also cast their gazes over, whispering to each other, as if discussing what grudge might exist between the young man in black and Sun Tuozi.

"Although it is said that 'the lesser hermit hides in the wilds, the greater hermit hides in the city,' for an expert like you to live in such a shabby little shop for over ten years, there is clearly a hidden reason."

Yu Liancheng looks over the Chicken Feather Shop; its interior layout is just as dilapidated and shabby as the exterior: "To keep a person like you trapped for so many years, you must have promised someone to complete a certain task, but this matter has never been resolved, so you have stayed here for ten years."

Sun Tuozi's expression finally changes, but he still says: "I don't know what you are talking about. This shop does not welcome you; please leave."

"That promise is likely related to Xingyun Manor, and it also involves a famous martial arts hero of the previous generation." Yu Liancheng looks toward the direction of Xingyun Manor, then turns his head back and says: "The second reason I am looking for you is to tell you one thing: the *Lianhua Treasure Mirror* is already in my hands."

"What!!"

Sun Tuozi was able to remain calm before, but upon hearing the four words "Lianhua Treasure Mirror," a brilliant light erupts in his eyes, and at the same time, an astonishing aura surges out like a collapsing mountain or an overflowing sea; tables and chairs tumble in every direction, as if a wild hurricane had been whipped up with Sun Tuozi at its center.

Clearly, this Sun Tuozi is an expert with deep and powerful internal energy. But hearing this news at this moment, he cannot even control the True Qi within his body, showing that his emotions are extremely agitated.

"You say the *Lianhua Treasure Mirror* was taken by you?" Sun Tuozi says, word by word.

Ever since hearing of the *Lianhua Treasure Mirror*, he seems like a different person, especially his pair of dull, cloudy eyes, which have become incomparably sharp, his whole body radiating a daunting aura.

"Correct. Last night, Lady Long already gifted the *Lianhua Treasure Mirror* to me."

Yu Liancheng smiles: "Wang Lianhua let you guard the *Lianhua Treasure Mirror*, but it was merely to find a good master for it. I have exceptional talent, and I am also quite accomplished in arts like disguise and poisoning; only in my hands can this object realize its proper value."

"Good. Since that is the case, let me see if you have the qualifications to take the *Lianhua Treasure Mirror*."

Sun Tuozi lets out a roar that makes the entire room hum, and he throws the rag in his hand toward Yu Liancheng with a backhand motion.

He has wiped tables for over ten years, more than one hundred thousand times, so his hand strength is bound to be greater than an ordinary person's.

Furthermore, Sun Tuozi was famous in the pugilistic world back then for his Da Yingzhua Li.

At this moment, as he flings the rag, it carries a fierce wind and whistles; its force is by no means inferior to any hidden weapon in the world. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the power of this strike could easily smash a hole through a wall.

Yu Liancheng's arm reaches out lightly, ethereal as green smoke, and he catches the rag with a backhand motion. With a flick of his wrist, the rag is thrown back at Sun Tuozi.

Sun Tuozi lets out a cold snort and reaches out to grab it, instantly tearing the rag into shreds that flutter down like butterflies.

The old man sitting to the side cannot help but frown.

Yu Liancheng caught the rag delicately, but when it landed in Sun Tuozi's hand, it became shredded. To an outsider, it seems Sun Tuozi is much more formidable.

But to the old man, it is completely different.

Yu Liancheng has reached the level of Rigidity and Flexibility Combined, handling heavy objects as if they were light, which is why he caught the rag so easily. But Sun Tuozi only possesses rigidity without the use of finesse, so the rag naturally had to be Broken in his hands.

Which of the two is stronger and which is weaker is truly obvious.

And the moment after shredding the rag, Sun Tuozi has already pounced out like an eagle.

He strikes out with his left fist, a blow that seems to shake the heavens and earth.

His right hand is curved like a hook, like an eagle's talon, making the air hiss as he strikes.

Although he is unarmed, the power is terrifyingly strong.

"After wiping tables for over ten years, why is Second Uncle's temper still so violent?"

The young girl looks at Sun Tuozi, her brow furrowing. Yet she does not know that because Sun Tuozi has endured for over a decade, he can no longer hold back; thus, now that he has the chance to strike, he is desperate to succeed in one blow.

Yu Liancheng's expression remains unchanged; his right hand transforms into a claw, eerie and cold, while his left hand forms a fist, stirring up wind and thunder.

Fist against fist.

Claw against claw.

Bang! Bang!

Two muffled thuds are heard, and the surging energy kicks up dust from the floor, scattering it everywhere.

Sun Tuozi cannot help but retreat two steps, a strange flush appearing on his face.

But realizing his opponent is powerful, he has no intention of retreating; instead, he steps forward, both hands turning into claws, his withered arms instantly swelling, blue veins bulging one by one as he launches a continuous offensive against Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng has one hand behind his back, while the other strikes out lightly.

The moment it strikes, the palm radiates a lustrous jade light, as if it were fine mutton-fat jade. And in the process of striking, the palm flickers slightly; though it is clearly one hand, it suddenly becomes two, four, eight...

Palm prints that fill the sky immediately strike toward Sun Tuozi.

This is the Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm he learned from Wubao at Ghost Villa; although he has only learned a little, combined with the 'Yuluo Light Smoke Palm,' it is enough to handle the situation at hand.

As the sounds of energy exploding continue, amidst the surging force, not only are Sun Tuozi's attacks all neutralized by Yu Liancheng's attacks, but he himself is left in a rather sorry state by Yu Liancheng's sky-filling palm shadows.

"Ah!" Sun Tuozi lets out another roar, like a thunderclap in a clear sky. He smashes out with a fist, but this fist does not land on Yu Liancheng; instead, it hits the door to the side, instantly smashing the entire door to pieces.

Sun Tuozi glares at Yu Liancheng, his eyes bloodshot, and instead of attacking again, he runs to the counter, picks up a jar of wine, and gulps it down angrily. He doesn't drink much himself, but his clothes are already soaked.

Yu Liancheng seems to have anticipated this and is not surprised; he paces a few steps, sits down in front of the young girl, and smiles: "Do you know why this Mr. Sun stopped fighting?"

The girl with the long braid blinks, seemingly confused, and says in a crisp voice: "Are you talking to me?"

Yu Liancheng says: "Of course."

The girl with the long braid says: "But I don't know you."

Yu Liancheng says: "But I know you."