Chapter 31 – Why did you steal my martial arts?

Chapter 31 – Why did you steal my martial arts?

Autumn sun is just right, the entire fortress is bathed in the still hot sun, outside the courtyard by Han Jiulang re-erected the “act for heaven” flag, curled up.

In the courtyard, Cui Ying’er and Han Qiniang stood in one place, looking at the confrontation between Chen Jing and Xin Zhuo, looking a little nervous, but in their hearts there is a kind of indescribable doubt.

They had never heard that Big Boss’s would know boxing, after all, Old Boss’s wouldn’t, and there was no corresponding gongfu codex in the fortress, but Big Boss’s did answer the battle.

He didn’t seem to be a trusting person.

Su Miao Jin stood alone in the corner, for others, this might just be a boring and rude competition, but for her, it was a fight for her life.

She was a woman who wasn’t too stupid and naturally saw Chen Jing’s ulterior motives.

If she won, her chances of escaping with her life might be a bit higher.

She glanced at the calm and composed Chen Jing, and then at the calm-faced Xin Zhuo, and her grip on the corner of her coat couldn’t help but loosen.

Sheriff Chen would definitely win, and win without any suspense, this was the result of multiple considerations.

Xin Zhuo was sizing up Chen Jing, and he was a bit confused as to why the constable insisted on competing with himself in a boxing match.
To beat himself up a few times to get rid of his anger, or to take the opportunity to save Su Miaojin?

If he hadn’t shared the other party’s boxing skills and performed a variation, he would never have agreed to him. He himself was somewhat repulsed by this kind of drawn out competition, always feeling awkward somewhere.

Right at this moment, Chen Jing’s body on the opposite side suddenly tensed up as if it was a fierce beast preying on its prey, and his pair of calm danfeng eyes were filled with a stern color.

String waist three bow, right toe stepped through a piece of adobe, people have been like an arrow off the string, abruptly, has reached mid-air.

Strong wind blowing, clothes hunting, obviously just one person, the air but there are three silhouettes.

Obviously only two fists, but there are eighteen fists in the air.

Fist shadow blur, air vibration sound, people’s ears tingling eyes, daze will be subjected to countless punches.

Fist deadly!

This was the dreadfulness of Yi Sect Du’s Three Injury Supreme Yang Fist.

“Good!”

Su Miaojin couldn’t help but lightly open her vermilion lips, and with a voice that only she could hear, she lightly drank out.

Although she had not practiced martial arts, she was familiar with all kinds of military tactics and martial arts texts, and there were quite a few martial artists around her, so her eyesight was naturally there.

With this punch of Sheriff Chen’s, he had already reached the peak of Mahayana, or even a half-step into the subtle.

On the contrary, Xin Zhuo on the opposite side did not move, not knowing what he was thinking about, or maybe he did not know how to punch at all?
“Da Dangjie!”

Cui Ying’er and Han Qiniang couldn’t help but take a step forward, not hiding their worries.

Seeing Chen Jing’s dazzling figure and fist shadows, he had already smashed his way through the sky.

Xin Zhuo finally moved, meeting the roiling fist shadows and swinging out a fist.

What appeared to be a single punch seemed to shake up countless fist shadows.

Then similarly bouncing up, moving like a cunning rabbit, straight as a sword, he threw another punch, with a grinning fist wind.

With this punch, the three women could not understand it.

It was ugly, like a dog paddle, but it didn’t feel lame, it always felt strange.

“Pah!”

Fist sounds exploded, bones clashed, and the two figures simultaneously fell back and crashed to the ground.

Xin Zhuo did not move at all.

“Thump thump thump ……”

Constable Chen Jing retreated seven steps in a row, his body slightly bowed, his face pale.

In a single glance, the highs and lows were immediately decided!

Su Miaojin and the three women, Cui Ying’er and Han Qiniang, were stunned at the same time, one didn’t expect to lose, one didn’t expect to win!

At this moment, Chen Jing’s feet had sunk half an inch into the ground, his face was pale, and his eyes were filled with shock, doubt, and confusion: .
“Why do you also know the Three Injuries to Yang Fist? When did you steal my martial arts?”

His voice was a little hoarse, his hands were slightly trembling, his hair was flowing out, and his whole person was like a defeated beast. Xin Zhuo’s fists were harder than his, and Xin Zhuo’s punching technique, was generally the same as his.

There were only five people under the sky who knew Du’s Three Injuries to Yang Fist, and he was one of them.

This is an untold secret, although the master Du Sangu is a generous person, making friends in all directions, but not so sneaky as to teach a small mountain thief boxing.

Moreover, this mountain thief is only sixteen years old, even the boxing law will be practiced to the point of realization, boxing invisible, people and boxing together, boxing and the intention of the pass, fluttering not fall, fall and difficult to catch, into the attack as a tiger, a hit killed.

Thinking about the master forty years of hard practice, but also just last year into the realm only. The difference is too great!

“Are you sure it’s the same as your boxing style? It’s a bit different, right?”

At least the variation had been varied, Xin Zhuo felt a bit embarrassed, “Moreover, I originally felt that this kind of competition was meaningless, I will delete one of Miss Su’s tortures! You are injured, go back and recuperate!”

Wang Yue Jing’s adapted mutated boxing style was too violent, just like a “messy and puzzling dog-like sword technique”, if not for the fact that this sheriff also understood the subtle meaning of the Three Injuries to the Sun Fist, he would have already been lying dead.

“…… Many thanks!”

Chen Jing was silent for a long time, recovered his mindset, no longer entangled, cupped his fists at Xin Zhuo and saluted, serious, to the rites of the martial arts achievers, then looked at Su Miaojin, “Subordinate will definitely find a way to save the girl out!”

Saying this, he turns around and leaves with hobbling steps, and just before he reaches the main door, there is a violent cough, and blood flows down the corners of his mouth to the lapel of his coat, and then drops down the lapel of his coat and drops down to the dirt.

That splash of bright red was particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

Su Miao Jin looked at Chen Jing who was gradually walking away, and her heart sank a little bit.

……

“Once Sheriff Chen gets his hands on him, we can start the operation tonight and save Miss Su before the people come from the Prefecture City, and it will be considered as a punishment for the crime.”

Yuan Mo’er carried her hands behind her back, looking straight at the peak, for Sheriff Chen’s boxing, even if she was as confident as she was, she didn’t dare to underestimate it.

The boxing technique that once killed the Iron Fist Thief Saint Gongsun Wei with one punch, and killed the evil monk Iron Bone Chan with two punches, she couldn’t find a reason why she couldn’t injure the little thief Xin Zhuo.

“Hopefully!”

The remaining four constables, nodded happily, looking much more relaxed.

Right at this moment, a figure on the peak slowly walked down.

“How is Sheriff Chen?”

Yuan Mo’er and the others swept up sharply and greeted them, arriving close with a bad premonition, Chen Jing’s face was pale and the corners of his mouth contained blood.

“How could this happen? What happened?”

“Pfft!”

Chen Jing couldn’t stand it anymore and heavily spat out a large mouthful of dark brown blood, his face frighteningly white.

“Sheriff Chen!” The crowd of constables immediately came forward to assist him.

“No need!”

Chen Jing pushed away the crowd and tore open his lapel with force, on top of which were three hideous fist print bruises.

“This ……” A crowd of sheriffs were shocked.

“I lost!” Chen Jing closed his eyes, “He can punch, and it’s a realm of transformation punch, I’m no match.”

He had the intention to talk about Xin Zhuo’s kind of boxing, but he didn’t know where to open his mouth, it was too similar to his own, it was just like the same, but as Xin Zhuo said, it was still a bit different.

It was more vicious and bizarre.

Perhaps, only the master her old man will have a hint of it.

The surroundings were deathly quiet.

This news was like a thunderbolt from the ground to the crowd of constables, a sixteen year old teenage mountain bandit who already had a Transformation Realm Blade Technique, and at the same time possessed a Transformation Realm Fist Technique!

This is like a three year old child holding a hundred pounds of gold, how can this be believed?

“Where the hell did this kid come from?”

The young constable couldn’t help but be exasperated, none of the talented martial artists from the four major families in the city had any martial arts skills that were subtle, how did a small mountain bandit, with a lack of resources and a limited number of canonical books, practiced them?

There is absolutely no shortcut to the path of martial arts, even if you take a shortcut, it is absolutely impossible to enter the realm of realization.

“I’ll go!”

Yuan Mo’er suddenly voiced out, and walked up to the peak without hesitation.

“Be careful, Sheriff Yuan, it seems like he also knows the Water Sect Technique, don’t be careless!”

Chen Jing forcefully endured the huge pain in his chest and reminded.

“Save it! He knows both sword and fist techniques, and if his lightness is equally good, I, Yuan Mo’er, will willingly commit myself to serving a thief, and become a servant and concubine with him.”

(End of chapter)