I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city-Chapter 77: 【070】Ambush from All Sides

Rumble!

On a rainy night, dark clouds covered the sky, and a deafening thunder exploded.

Just seconds before the thunder struck, several bolts of lightning had already descended, briefly illuminating the pitch-black night sky with their blinding light.

In that moment of the earth’s pale illumination by the lightning, Wang Longhu could discern the surroundings of his grandmother’s home.

As the scene came into view, Wang Longhu couldn’t help but feel his heart tremble, his gaze becoming extremely serious and filled with murderous intent.

All around, in those long-abandoned old houses, stood many figures holding sharp weapons, all of their eyes fixed on the direction of Wang Longhu’s grandmother’s house, their intent all too clear at a glance.

On the muddy path overgrown with weeds between the houses, figures wearing masks were sprinting towards them, all wielding weapons that glinted coldly.

The visitors harbored ill intentions, an ambush awaited on all sides!

As the lightning vanished, the sky darkened, and the earth reverted to darkness, where one couldn’t see their hand in front of their face.

In this moment, the night, as usual, was filled with the life-threatening danger that chilled hearts, as no one knew how many had come and what their true purpose was.

But it was clear they wouldn’t let Wang Longhu live to see tomorrow’s sunrise.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Longhu shook his limbs, and the ropes binding the 90-pound training weight to his body snapped instantly, crashing to the ground.

The moment the water splashed from the balcony due to the weight, Wang Longhu stepped onto the railing and leapt outward, soaring five to six meters high into the air like a ’flying swallow ascending the clouds.’

During his brief moment in midair, Wang Longhu saw four to five assailants with weapons already creeping into his grandmother’s yard, intent on breaking in.

Wang Longhu immediately descended, and as soon as he landed, his legs exploded forward, moving like a phantom, reaching one assailant in a blink, and striking down with a reverse punch.

Arm as the handle, fist as the axe, waist axis bringing the shoulder, his punch landed forcefully on the back of the man’s head.

Crack!

Without any scream, the assailant who barely had time to react to the sound behind him had his eyeballs bulging out, blood vessels bursting, turning his eyes blood-red.

The man’s breath stopped, and he collapsed onto the rain-soaked ground, blood streaming from his seven orifices, staining the earth red.

With a punch of Ming Jin, delivering over a thousand pounds of force, plus Wang Longhu’s current strength of 1.85, barely differing from the human limit.

This punch struck the most vulnerable part, the back of the head; if this thug hadn’t died instantly, that would have been strange.

Without waiting for others to react, Wang Longhu stepped forward, his footwork as if wading through mud, closing in on another thug, his heel suddenly sprung back like a tightly wound spring.

Wang Longhu’s punch squarely hit the turned-around man’s solar plexus, releasing Beng Jin.

The Beng Fist from Five Elements Fist holds the hidden forces of top, twist, grind, flip, stomp, fierce, smooth, and through; a punch that can send anyone flying.

This showcases the prowess of Guo Yunshen’s ’half-step Beng Fist to rule the world.’

And Wang Longhu was no ordinary Xingyi Boxing martial artist; few could withstand his half-step Beng Fist, certainly not the thug before him.

The man instantly flew away, crashing through the living room door, toppling and pinning the two old, weathered wooden doors beneath him.

The commotion inevitably attracted the attention of the monk and Hong Wentai, who were separately sitting in the living room and martial arts room studying the Marrow Cleansing Scripture.

Seeing the thug on the ground, chest collapsed and motionless, Hong Wentai reacted swiftly, grabbing a cloth package from the table and pulling out several iron tubes and a three-edged spearhead.

With a twist and a fit, a two-meter-long iron spear was assembled, held in his hand as he dashed outside.

At this moment, outside, the rain poured like a deluge, with Wang Longhu standing alone in the rain, confronting numerous foes, swiftly dispatching two assailants. Their allies recognized Wang Longhu’s enormous threat, and soon six surrounded him with swords and knives.

These five wielded their weapons with deadly skill, clearly not small-time thugs, but weapon-trained martial artists.

"Six Road Wudang Sword, Taiyi Mysterious Gate Sword, Wudang Eight Trigrams Sword, Eight Gates Golden Lock Saber, Eight Trigram Sabre, and Shaolin Double Knife Eighteen Rolls, damn it, even the Chao Gangs and overseas forces have come!" Seeing the knife and sword techniques used by Wang Longhu’s attackers, Hong Wentai couldn’t help but curse.

Nowadays, although many martial artists know about the Marrow Cleansing Scripture, Master Yan Jie had long claimed it lost to the outside world for decades, and he has lived peacefully in Dong County all these years.

This led the Wen City Martial Arts Association to not pay much heed to the scripture, seeing it merely as a martial relic of the past.

Thus, they only dispatched two Martial Arts Association members to station on Dong County, monitoring hidden foreign martial artists to prevent any violent conflicts on the island.

Yet, the Guangdong Province Chao Gang and the Southeast Asian martial artist forces seemed determined to stubbornly remain on Dong County, many of whom were experts.

These individuals are documented by the Wen City Martial Arts Association and local police, just like when Wang Longhu injured the men trying to capture Zheng Dongliang at Banping Mountain Residence, resulting in police filing.

Hong Wentai, as a stationed member responsible for the island, naturally knew the martial artists hidden in Dong County well.

The six surrounding Wang Longhu were familiar faces on his surveillance list, from different martial artist factions, and unexpectedly gathered here tonight.

"Not good, why are there so many people? Could it be the news of us acquiring the Buddha statue got out? No way." The monk who subsequently exited the room couldn’t help but say gravely upon witnessing this scene.

As a guard responsible for monitoring these foreign martial artists to prevent any illegal use of force, he was keenly aware of how fanatical these outsiders residing in Dong County for decades were for the Marrow Cleansing Scripture.

Don’t be fooled by these martial artists’ seemingly harmless appearances as amiable old folks and grannies; the scripture was their faith for staying on Dong County for decades, for which they’d give up everything.

Usually, disturbances involving martial artists in urban areas could prompt the monk to call the police for support.

But under torrential rain, in a remote, desolate rural place like Changping Peak, awaiting police would likely result in a bloody massacre.

"Go help Wang Longhu." Without another word, Hong Wentai wielded his iron spear and charged at a martial artist from outside the courtyard, intent on joining the fight.

The monk, seeing no alternative, quickly pulled out his phone, made a brief call explaining the situation, and then dived into the rain without hesitation.

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