The Blade-Wielding Legend-Chapter 1368 - 707: The Might of the Divine Fist (Part 2)
Under his command, no matter what kind of boxing the disciples learned, he could effortlessly provide guidance.
Countless disciples of the Divine Fist Association revered him as a god.
As a Grandmaster himself, Kong Hui felt it even more deeply.
He could sense a tangible Fist Force locking onto him.
Without any flashy prelude, it was just a simple straight punch, yet it gave him the feeling of being unavoidable.
Swish!
Kong Hui formed a Mantra with his left hand and quickly stepped back.
He once again used the "Funeral Chariot Step" from "Yinwen Eight Pieces."
Positioned in a funeral direction, he reversed the Nine Palace Steps, his figure flickering, simultaneously creating three shadows retreating.
This was the three transformations of the "Funeral Chariot Step": Funeral, Soul Summoning, Burial.
Previously, when dodging the firearms, he only used one transformation, but now he used them all.
After all, he was a Grandmaster famous for his movement technique.
Boom!
Huo Yin struck with a punch, appearing instantly at the spot where Kong Hui was standing, and the surrounding dust and sand instantly condensed into a huge fist shape.
Originally transformed by the Astra Bane Qi, it seemed almost tangible, the air waves instantly dispersing.
And Kong Hui’s three shadows also dispersed, narrowly avoiding it.
Suddenly separating and combining, the flickering shadows and black fog sent resentful Qi scattering, the shadows also becoming twisted.
Simultaneously, everyone’s ears were filled with a mournful lamenting sound:
"Alas! Our esteemed master is no longer here..."
"Yan Yuan died early!"
"Zi Lu has been minced!"
"Alas! Eight Yi Dance Court!"
"Ritual and Music Collapse!"
Countless soldiers, hearing this, suddenly became dizzy and began to sob and cry, even vomiting.
As for those with stronger Spiritual Sense in the Mystical Sect, they saw hallucinations arise before them.
They seemed to see wide and towering palace halls with black-robed scholars wailing, the Divine Statues of Confucian saints collapsing.
"This is the ’Temple Cry’ from Kong Hui’s ’Yinwen Eight Pieces’!"
Li Yan loudly spoke to Luo Mingzi, whose face was full of horror: "This technique simulates the mourning rites of the Confucius Temple during the Spring and Autumn Period. It’s this demon’s trump card, each segment secretly hides Yin Curse from ’Eight Sufferings Obsession,’ specialized in breaking martial artists’ Astral Force and magicians’ Protective Methods."
He deliberately spoke, also to subtly remind Huo Yin.
However, it was clearly superfluous.
Only to see Huo Yin expressionless, with a sideways backhand delivering another pounding strike.
Thud!
The surrounding air quivered, the swirling sand abruptly halting, the air seeming to condense.
And the sound of Kong Hui’s "Temple Cry" was greatly diminished.
Just as Li Yan had anticipated, Kong Hui used this method to break Huo Yin’s Protective Gang Qi.
Along with the "Temple Cry," he simultaneously unleashed deadly moves.
"Funeral Hand," "Pangeng Yin Whip," "Historical Pen Piercing Heart Sword," three phantom shadows used different Martial Arts.
Such Magic Method was just like a body double, extremely mysterious.
Li Yan couldn’t even figure out how it was done.
But in front of Huo Yin, it was completely useless.
One punch ended it, shattering the power of breaking Astral Force in "Temple Cry."
Following closely, was a straightforward Black Tiger Heart Plucking.
Unlike before, this punch was extremely simple.
No howling Astral winds, no rolling air waves, not even a single sound.
Yet at the moment the fist was delivered, Kong Hui felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, the color in his face instantly faded!
He felt as though he was isolated and rejected by the entire world.
The surrounding space seemed to solidify and compress, tightly imprisoning him!
Retreat? Evade? Block?
All thoughts under this purest Fist Intent were coldly crushed!
"Roar——!"
Kong Hui let out a furious roar, gathering all his strength, infusing them into his crossed arms in front.
He was enveloped by Yin Sha Resentful Qi, like a Ghost God.
Seeing this, Li Yan frowned slightly.
He didn’t expect Kong Hui to have this technique, somewhat like his Divine Transformation Technique, able to temporarily enhance.
Yet, equally, it was completely useless.
The punch arrived.
Under Huo Yin’s terrifying fist, fragile as decayed wood, Kong Hui’s arm bones emitted a tooth-gnashing cracking sound, breaking in response.
The terrifying power didn’t pause for a moment, directly breaking the arms, heavily imprinting on his chest.
Crack——!
Several ribs instantly fractured like dry branches.
Kong Hui’s whole body seemed to be directly struck by a mountain, fiercely flying backward, dragging a shocking trail of Blood Arrow on the ground.
Boom!
Another heavy brick wall was viciously smashed, finally embedding itself deeply like a ragged sack into the rear wall.
"Hoo...hoo..."
Blood foam spewed from his mouth, his limbs hung limp like mud, his breath instantly weakening to an extreme.
Dust gradually settled, and the entire scene fell into a dead silence, with only the heartbeat like a drum.
As for Huo Yin, he simply withdrew his fist slowly, his imposing manner dissipating accordingly.
It was as if the earth-shattering strike just now was simply a casual flick of his horsetail whisk.
He took one step forward, immediately coming to the front of the severely injured, unconscious, and dying Kong Hui, who was embedded in the wall.
Snap, snap, snap!
His hand reached out like lightning, directly sealing Kong Hui’s acupoints and blood energy.
"Quick!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
Luo Mingzi promptly commanded the Law Enforcement Hall experts to step forward.
Amidst the clattering sounds, specially made heavy copper rings snapped onto Kong Hui’s broken limbs.
Iron chains with Prohibition Runes pierced through his clavicles, while several vermillion blood talismans were precisely affixed to his dantian and forehead.
Under various methods, even if Kong Hui were an Earth Immortal, he had no power to resist.
At the same time, some miscellaneous items were also found, among them a white porcelain bottle, containing the antidote to the underground river’s poison.
"Take him away! Lock him in the highest security cell of the Law Enforcement Hall! Strict surveillance, no mistakes allowed!"
Pei Zongti’s voice was severe, tinged with a hint of relief, "Immediately investigate the location he mentioned, and eliminate the underground river’s pollution!"
The already unconscious Kong Hui was dragged away by the Law Enforcement Hall crowd.
"Roar!"
Wu Ba let out a low roar, his eyes bloodshot as he moved forward.
Kong Hui was one of the masterminds in scheming to kill Wu Qu; Wu Ba had held back for long, determined to slay him.
"No rush."
Li Yan quickly intercepted, solemnly speaking to Luo Mingzi: "After extracting the information, we must use his head to honor Wu Qu."
"Rest assured."
Luo Mingzi nodded, whispering, "Later, you all can join the interrogation."
As they discussed, Pei Zongti had already approached, earnestly clasping his fists at Grandmasters Huo Yin and Dong Changxing:
"Today the Capital is fortunate! All thanks to the timely intervention of the Grandmasters!"
"Haha~ An old man like me didn’t put in much effort." Dong Changxing stroked his beard with a smile, floating away.
Though modest, anyone could see how, at key moments, he had entirely blocked Kong Hui’s escape routes.
As for Huo Yin, he nodded slightly, only saying, "Merely a duty."
With that, he too turned around and left with his hands behind his back.
In a flash, his figure was gone from sight.
Soon, whispers began to stir around.
"Did you see clearly?"
"To witness a Grandmaster in action, life holds no regrets..."
"Brother Wang, any gains?"
"Brother Liu, with what you’re saying, I can comprehend, why would I engage in idle talk here..."
It’s no surprise they were excited, for even the most well-trained would boast about today’s event for quite a while.
Only Li Yan and others remained silent, following the Law Enforcement Hall away.
Todays capture of Kong Hui brought substantial gains.
But there were many matters to clarify, the secrets of Nine Gates Yin Ruins, Zhao Qingxu’s whereabouts, Jianmu’s conspiracy...
Perhaps, many mysteries were about to unravel.
A grand capture operation finally ended with the Grandmasters’ thunderous assault.
Surrounding soldiers began retreating to camp, barricades were all cleared from the streets.
Streets unsealed, those trapped citizens in corners also breathed a sigh of relief.
Some even began to speculate whether the curfew imposed due to the demon capture would still persist.
As the street gradually regained its flow of pedestrians, a face appeared in the shadows on the second floor of a distant inn.
Wearing a felt hat, dressed in a brocade suit, adorned with jewelry, it was Wang She in disguise.
Looking at the bustling street, he still had lingering fear.
The night the incense hall branch was breached, he took Kong Hui to meet Zhao Qingxu, avoiding disaster by a hair.
Recalling the previous battle, he shakily raised his wine cup, murmuring with a tremulous voice:
"I never expected even Immortal Master Kong would fall."
"No way, staying in the Capital is no longer viable..."
With that, he drained the wine and swiftly departed the inn.
Wandering through alleys and deserted lanes within the Capital, Wang She confirmed he wasn’t being followed, landing finally at an inconspicuous civilian residence, took a look around, and gently knocked the iron ring.
"Come in..."
A relaxed voice sounded, Wang She hurried inside.
In the small courtyard, a man in blue was adjusting a potted landscape, with his back to Wang She.
The landscape was carved with Shoushan Stone, identical to the Fierce God Queen Mother’s Peach Tree...
