I Can Strengthen Infinitely-Chapter 50 - 48: Tiger Crane Double Form Fist, Master (Part 2)

"So tough, this person must have reached Outer Forging Great Perfection!" Qin Yuesheng thought to himself.

Wang Ba’s body shook, as he slapped away Qin Yuesheng’s last punch, then precisely grabbed his shoulders and waist with both hands, and fiercely threw him to the ground like livestock.

This was a grappling and wrestling technique, with a hint of entangling style.

Before Qin Yuesheng could get up, Wang Ba stomped heavily on his chest, causing the ground beneath Qin Yuesheng to crack and form a shallow pit the size of a person.

"Ugh!" Qin Yuesheng hadn’t caught his breath yet, but suffered another heavy blow. His internal organs were struggling under the pressure.

But Wang Ba didn’t care about him. Without a convenient hammer, his hands could still catch enemies for a beating.

Qin Yuesheng quickly slapped the ground with his right hand, using the force to distance himself from Wang Ba.

The opponent followed, but it gave Qin Yuesheng a brief respite to circulate Qi cultivation throughout his body, regaining focus and calmness.

Qin Yuesheng leapt up, ready to confront Wang Ba again. Since you choose fists, then I’ll accompany with fists.

Every martial artist must have more than one method; otherwise, if a swordsman loses his sword or a knife-wielder loses his knife, it would be like cooking without rice.

Wang Ba was no different; his grappling skill was sophisticated, nearly matched by Qin Yuesheng’s Tiger Crane Double Form Fist. They fought fiercely in the hall, with the results hard to discern.

Wherever they went, the ground shattered, and even a supporting pillar got broken halfway.

Wang Ba fought more and more fearfully; looking at Qin Yuesheng’s bare hand, he could tell it was a young lad still growing. The fist technique was the common Tiger Crane Double Form Fist.

The question was, how did a youth, at most in his teens, practice the Tiger Crane Double Form Fist to such a proficient level?

Even dedicating all his years to it wouldn’t be plausible!

Not to mention the Outer Forging Realm; from the earlier moves, Wang Ba judged Qin Yuesheng had attained Outer Forging’s hammer tendon level.

This...to be under twenty years old, masterful in Tiger Crane Double Form Fist and an Outer Forging artist. What kind of monster is this?

Even if he trained from the womb, he couldn’t achieve this.

At one moment, Wang Ba felt truly bewildered.

As they fought more aggressively, the style stirred Qin Yuesheng’s blood, and his mind became clearer. Wang Ba’s every move was quickly analyzed—whether to block, dodge, counter, or prepare.

This is the benefit of enhanced spirit, aiding Qin Yuesheng to maintain reason and calmness in any condition.

The final move of Tiger Crane Double Form Fist: Tiger Lands, Crane Pecks.

Finally finding an opening, Qin Yuesheng shaped his left hand like a tiger and his right like a crane, simultaneously attacking Wang Ba’s bruised side.

The tremendous force and crane’s piercing power finally penetrated Wang Ba’s natural armor, his skin.

"What?!" Wang Ba’s face instantly changed.

He knew of Tiger Crane Double Form Fist and had faced practitioners before.

Yet, he had never seen anyone’s Tiger Crane Double Form Fist this powerful—capable of breaking his skin.

This power rivaled some top-notch weaponry.

Swish!

Qin Yuesheng cut a wound but did not linger, retreating just in time to avoid Wang Ba’s sweeping kick.

From Qin Yuesheng, Wang Ba began to perceive a slight threat. As a gang leader, even with Outer Forging Perfection, Wang Ba wouldn’t risk an all-out fight without cause—it’s pointless.

If he were seriously injured, the Flood Dragon Gang might develop ulterior motives, even amid cooperation.

"Men!"

Seeing Wang Ba shout, Qin Yuesheng showed no urgency, lightly landing nearby, eyes behind his mask observing Wang Ba as if watching a doomed person.

"You..." Wang Ba sensed something amiss looking at Qin Yuesheng’s demeanor.

Only to see Qin Yuesheng slowly raise his armguard, "This has been poisoned with Jiangnan’s famous Crimson Crane Poison, entering the body upon blood contact, dead within thirty breaths."

Wang Ba began feeling a burning sensation from the wound, akin to thousands of ants biting, realizing Qin Yuesheng wasn’t bluffing.

"Give me the antidote!" Wang Ba roared, rushing toward Qin Yuesheng.

But though previously aggressive, Qin Yuesheng now toyed with Wang Ba, leveraging his agile Horse Tramples, Swallows Flies technique, leaping around the hall, denying any closeness.

"I remind you, the time to die from Crimson Crane Poison varies with movement; the quicker one moves, the faster one dies. You’ll be lucky to reach thirty breaths at this pace." Qin Yuesheng spoke from the beam, suppressing his voice.

Upon hearing, Wang Ba stopped; still vibrant and holding the Fierce Tiger Gang’s leader position, he didn’t want to die so humbly.

"Give me the antidote. If you have demands, we can discuss them." Wang Ba looked at Qin Yuesheng, forced to swallow his pride.

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