Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 871 - 91: Tool Man, Revival!!! (6,000 Words Two-In-One)_3

Chapter 871 -91: Tool Man, Revival!!! (6,000 Words Two-In-One)_3

The various techniques of needle application were already ingrained in his mind. He casually performed one of them, these brilliant medical classics closely resembled martial arts, specifically targeting a person’s meridians and vital points. Yet, unlike other martial arts, this was a purely offensive technique, never to be used on oneself.

Normally delivered through texts, drawn in scrolls, it was naturally hazy, like seeing through a thin mist, never quite clear. But now, with the permission of a fourth-ranked master to practice on, the changes in the meridians and acupuncture points were clear at a glance. This profound needling technique was understood naturally, comprehensible upon thought.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand to sense Xu Sixing’s qi mechanism, nodding slightly. After the thirty-six silver needles had completely settled, he raised his right hand, palm inward. Driven by the qi mechanism, the thirty-six silver needles trembled and buzzed, all flying out.

Soon, like swimming fish and flying birds, they circled around Wang Anfeng, sketching trails of silver light, quite dazzling. Then, after being refined by thunder several times, they were carefully collected again, put into a hidden pouch, and concealed within his clothes.

Once completed, Wang Anfeng leisurely brewed himself a pot of tea, sat down at the table, waiting for Xu Sixing to awaken, estimating it wouldn’t take more than an hour or two. He raised his hand to take a sip of tea, letting the tea linger between his lips and teeth before slowly swallowing, glanced at the bed, and then quietly withdrew his gaze.

He raised his hand to take another sip of tea.

After about half an hour, Wang Anfeng had finished the entire pot of tea when Xu Sixing’s eyelids suddenly twitched, and his eyes opened a sliver before closing again. In just that brief glance, he saw Wang Anfeng sitting before him, drinking tea, his expression calm, eyes hiding a subtle mystique as if pondering something, unaware of Xu Sixing’s state.

Xu Sixing, upon sudden change, was initially startled. His memory remained in the faint light of the east, where thunder struck amidst the dim heaven and earth, followed by a seeming comatose state. Judging by the situation, less than a day or two had passed.

Sensing himself, his entire body felt surging with qi, and he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At the time, he had used his divine skills to protect his body, so he should be safe.

Thus, after a moment of surprise, a slight delight emerged in his heart, realizing this was a rare opportunity — the person before him was so careless, daring to be relaxed in his presence.

Heh, one should have this kind of disaster!

In the past, amidst storms and battles, he had countless bloody, perilous escapes. The current situation was far from the most difficult. There was once an instance where even his joints were dislocated, yet he bit into a weapon with his teeth and severed a beauty’s neck.

In the Jianghu, life and death were a matter of moments. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Juvenile innocence, how could one understand the essence of a true man?

Xu Sixing sneered coldly in his heart, his battle instincts directed his body, immediately like in the past, seizing the upper hand with agile precision, creating an opportunity to escape from here. He roared inwardly, then suddenly leaped up.

The sunlight had lost its initial golden transparency, becoming clear.

The temperature was a bit higher.

Yet it hadn’t reached the day’s most scorching, unbearable heat, rather a slight laziness, bells ringing in the breeze, as if one could idle away a morning with a cup of tea.

Xu Sixing charged forward.

With a heart full of turbulent killing intent and ambition, the unyielding will to survive.

He charged forward.

Carrying the arrogance of a hopeful Martial Arts Grandmaster, with bloody battle resolve, moving forward without hesitation!

Then tripped over a chair.

With a crash, Xu Sixing’s face slammed solidly into the ground, tasting the earth and dust in his nose and mouth. This clean and decisive fall shattered his fantasy, the unprecedented pain even fragmenting his thoughts into pieces of blankness.

The blank gradually gathered, becoming insubstantial like mist.

Out of this blankness arose an infinite terror.

Xu Sixing suddenly discovered his whole body was powerless. The arms once capable of tearing rivers and moving mountains now limp, the same with his legs, filling him with fear, then anger, wanting to scream and roar.

Then found himself incapable of uttering a sound.

Wang Anfeng slowly finished his tea.

Xu Sixing saw the shoes in his view move slightly, then saw someone bending down. He struggled to raise his head and saw a face with delicate features, the corners of the eyes smooth, slightly downward, appearing extremely gentle, but now only cold was in those eyes, a chill that seeped to the bone.

Wang Anfeng smiled slightly, softly saying:

“Awake?”

Xu Sixing did not answer, nor could he answer, and Wang Anfeng continued speaking:

“It seems you are not used to it, but you will adapt.”

“I wonder if you have heard a saying that if a person’s hands and feet are cut off, upon first waking, they will not notice, thinking their limbs are still there, thinking they are still whole.”

“My master said this is because the body is yearning.”

“It is longing for its missing parts.”

Xu Sixing felt a chill rise in his heart, turned his head abruptly to look, only to find his limbs intact, momentarily relieved, then realized the meaning behind Wang Anfeng’s words.

His tendons had already been severed entirely.

At this moment, Wang Anfeng gently placed his right hand on Xu Sixing’s shoulder, seemingly effortlessly lifting this once ruthlessly cunning, intensely calculating Jianghu villain, setting him on a chair.

Xu Sixing suddenly, in terror, noticed the qi mechanism formerly coursing through his meridians and acupuncture points rapidly flowing into Wang Anfeng’s palm. In just the blink of an eye, it was all gone, no longer belonging to him.

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