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Chapter 42 Opening Eyes

There was a whistling sound in the air, like a ghost crying.

A group of stick shadows were closely connected, and two figures were moving forward and backward.

Two sticks entangled with each other.

The strength of each other passes through the stick and wrestles with each other at the tip of the stick.

The strong and resilient long stick was bent into an amazing arc.

Nalan Yuanshu was forced to retreat, and every step he took left an obvious footprint on the ground.

But even though he was trying to reduce the force, the force from the stick still made his arms numb.

The force of the trembling fingers was so strong that it felt like being pricked by needles.

On the other hand, Hong Chen held the stick steadily with both hands, exerted his strength continuously, and moved forward firmly.

The advantages and disadvantages that anyone can see on the surface reveal the internal gap - the right use and control.

Nalan Yuanshu's brows tightened, and he retreated faster. As he retreated, he slowed down the speed of twisting the stick, restrained his force, and released it.

However, Hong Chen was well aware of what was going on. When he realized that Nalan Yuanshu was about to retreat, he shook his body and released all the strength that had been accumulated during the fight in the direction of Nalan Yuanshu's stick.

Hong Chen used the Tai Chi Banlan Chui technique here.

Move, block, and hit. It is divided into three stages: move first, block second, and hit last.

This corresponds to the commonly known connection, transformation and development.

And with his last seemingly light push, Nalan Yuanshu suffered an unexpected impact.

His hands holding the stick trembled uncontrollably, and he kept stepping back.

In order to avoid tripping himself, Nalan Yuanshu had to use all his strength to resist. The powerful impact made his face suddenly turn pale. After grabbing the long stick, he poked the stick backwards with his backhand.

The stick sank into the hard soil, and the retreat was stopped.

He then looked up and saw Hong Chen standing there and not taking the opportunity to attack.

So, while he breathed a sigh of relief, his expression became more solemn.

"Grandmaster?"

Hong Chen nodded.

Nalan Yuanshu took a breath, envy revealed in his eyes.

He didn't need to be jealous because he knew that he could reach the Grandmaster level with his own abilities.

However, after meeting Hong Chen tonight, I’m afraid I won’t have this opportunity.

Nalan Yuanshu shook his numb and painful hands and said, "You are the person who uses strength most freely and unrestrainedly that I have ever seen."

"Thanks for the compliment."

What Nalan Yuanshu said is indeed one of Hong Chen’s biggest advantages at present.

The three treasures of Hung Gar laid a solid foundation for his internal and external cultivation.

Bagua and Wing Chun provided him with more knowledge of techniques and concepts.

The iron shirt made him stronger, and his strength, endurance and ability to withstand blows were further improved.

Medical skills allow him to understand his internal and external conditions at any time and anywhere, and he does not need to worry about leaving imperceptible injuries even if he immerses himself in martial arts practice for a long time.

Tai Chi not only provides training and fighting methods, but also has the memory of Yang Luchan's national martial arts, which greatly improved his experience and understanding of national martial arts. After fully absorbing this memory, Hong Chen spent more than a year to integrate all he had learned, until finally he was able to do as Nalan Yuanshu said: do whatever he wants and express himself freely.

Nalan Yuanshu suddenly laughed and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

"It seems that tonight is the last time I will see the moon. It is my luck as a warrior to die at the hands of a young master like you."

Hong Chen nodded and said, "I'm very happy to send you off in this way."

"Then come on!"

Nalan Yuanshu shouted loudly, picked up a long stick and attacked.

Hong Chen raised his stick to meet him.

But this time, Nalan Yuanshu did not take any defensive stance. Instead, he put all his energy into the fierce attack.

Nalan Yuanshu is sparing no effort to bring all his skills into full play.

He did not seek to defeat Hong Chen and get a chance to survive, nor did he seek shocked and envious evaluations from others. He just wanted to give his all to demonstrate what he had learned.

If he were a candle, then this moment would definitely be the most glorious moment in his life.

Hong Chen's evaluation of him just now was not wrong, he was indeed a martial arts genius. Because of his life-threatening attack, it also brought a lot of pressure to Hong Chen.

The Four-Gate Stick is known for its strength and ferocity. After putting away the energy used in defense, the power of the stick technique cannot be underestimated.

The two sticks collided, and the crisp sound spread far away in the night.

If Nalan Yuanshu had not practiced diligently day and night in the past, someone would have come to check on him long ago.

Bang!
Nalan Yuanshu twisted his body, injected vigorous energy into the stick, and chopped it down.

Hong Chen also had to retreat quickly to avoid the attack temporarily.

The long stick hit the hard ground where he had been stepping for many years, and immediately a long mark sank deeply.

With a push from his back hand and a lift from his front hand, the long stick on the ground suddenly raised its head like a poisonous snake, and the tip of the stick pointed forward like a fang.

As the saying goes, guns are afraid of shaking heads and sticks are afraid of being pointed.

The damage caused by the stick attack is far greater than that of the chopping, sweeping and horizontal hitting, especially when it hits important acupoints or weak points, it is common to kill with one blow.

At the same time, Hong Chen also pushed the long stick forward.

The two of them were in perfect harmony, both aiming at each other's throat!
next moment.

The whistling sound of wind, the thumping sounds of collisions and the low shouts in the yard all disappeared.

The two people looked at each other, and extremely similar expressions were reflected in their two different pairs of eyes.

Suddenly.

Nalan Yuanshu's face twitched.

Then, blood began to flow from the corners of his mouth.

The blood flowed to the chin, dripping and hitting the stick, splashing out one beautiful flower after another.

With another snap, the long stick in Nalan Yuanshu's hand fell and his arm also dropped immediately.

He held up his weak neck and fought against the dizziness of a landslide and tsunami in his head. He opened his mouth and saw a mouth full of blood.

"You are still better!"

Hong Chen's brows moved slightly, and he said softly: "You are not bad, but it's a pity that you chose the wrong career."

Nalan Yuanshu grinned with a smile full of relief, and his eyelids drooped quickly.

In a blink of an eye.

He knelt on the ground, leaning against the stick that killed him, and died.

Hong Chen gently put down the long stick so that the body would not fall to the ground.

The golden light repaired the second golden ring.

The area between my eyebrows felt itchy, swollen, and even a little painful.

There was a knock on the door and a questioning voice came from the other side.

Hong Chen clenched his fist, activated the golden ring, and golden light possessed his body.

The moment before the person outside forced the door open, his figure completely disappeared from this world.

The scene in front of my eyes flickered between dark and bright, as if I was walking through a tunnel.

Still a familiar room.

Looking at the phone on the table, only a few seconds had passed since he left, and the screen wasn't even turned off.

But who knew that he had already spent more than three years in another world?

"hiss……"

There was a stinging pain and my forehead suddenly felt cold.

It felt like water was flowing rapidly down the bridge of my nose.

I reached out and touched it, and it was bright red.

Rushing into the bathroom and facing the mirror, I saw that my eyebrows were torn.

There was a golden glow in the blood and lightning burst out from inside the wound.

Under the crack, an eyeball that looked like a jade carving was spinning around, as if it was seeing the world for the first time.

(End of this chapter)