In the end, Dark Force is still a mortal body, if the bones are broken, the result will be death all the sa.
If the old man disregards everything and uses his claw technique to clash directly against Wang Longhu’s Mountain Lean, then Wang Longhu’s body would undoubtedly be shredded by the poisonous claws, while the old man himself couldn’t avoid the head-on collision of the Mountain Lean.
The old man deeply realized the power of Wang Longhu from the very first exchange of blows.
He knew very well that if he really faced Wang Longhu’s Mountain Lean, the outco would be no less than being violently hit by a car.
Even a Martial Artist skilled in Dark Force is only human, and humans can’t withstand such a powerful impact physically. If they could, they wouldn’t be human but rather gods.
Everything happened in an instant — it’s a contest of who could think faster, who had a better strategy to counter or retaliate.
Wang Longhu’s strategy of mutual injury was driving the old man crazy, as the saying goes, those who dare to fight fearlessly create a frenzy that frightens the reckless; this situation allowed the old man to feel it personally.
His foot stomped the ground with a spin, and as he gathered strength in his steps, the cloth shoes of old Beijing instantly burst apart, and the ground beneath him sank into a pit. Wang Longhu, with both feet capable of using Dark Force to attack pressure points, instantly recognized this as the old man exerting full effort.
Bang!
The old man’s entire body twisted sharply, narrowly avoiding Wang Longhu’s Mountain Lean, but Wang Longhu wouldn’t miss this opportunity.
With a half-step forward, his fist gathered montum by his waist, he launched Beng Fist, instantaneously the air exploded with a loud bang.
Even before the fist landed, the skin jacket on the old man’s body quietly burst under the force of the fist wind.
The old man’s expression changed abruptly, Wang Longhu’s half-step Beng Fist was fast and fierce, leaving the old man no ti to react after narrowly dodging, only able to watch helplessly as Wang Longhu’s fist hit his abdon.
At that mont, the old man could only concentrate all his Inner Strength on his abdon, protecting his organs from suffering too much damage from Wang Longhu’s punch.
Boom!
Instantly, the old man vomited blood, his entire body uncontrollably rolled off the ground, his mouth continuously spitting blood along the way, eyes gradually turning white.
His limbs seed to lose sensation, flopping around on the ground without any response.
Even with Inner Strength protection, the power of Wang Longhu’s half-step Beng Fist far exceeded the old man’s expectations.
At that mont, it felt as if a steamroller hit his body, leading to a blackout of four to five seconds of mory.
"Huff!"
Wang Longhu watched the old man whom he had sent flying several ters with a single punch, holding back the urge to cough up the air trapped in his lungs.
Logically, he should follow up with a fatal strike to make sure the old man wouldn’t have enough strength for another fight, preventing any complications. But Wang Longhu thought about it, and he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
The old man’s prior claw attack had torn open four thirty-centiter-long gashes from his chest to his abdon, and the poison was already spreading through the wounds.
This directly numbed Wang Longhu’s body, the wounds subtly aching. If he didn’t quickly treat these injuries, it would be impossible for him to leave the mountain alive this ti.
Sitting down imdiately, Wang Longhu focused his spirit, starting to cleanse his ridians with vital energy, trying to circulate the blood and expel the poisoned blood from his body.
"Ugh!"
Over there, the old man used the force of his legs to slowly sit up from the ground.
"Ugh!" He spat a mouthful of thick blood, staring resentfully at Wang Longhu: "Du Mang, what benefits did that bastard promise you to make you fight so desperately against for mutual destruction.
You’ve already trained Dark Force, is it necessary to fight so hard? Be careful or you’ll die penniless."
"Crazy, I don’t know what you’re talking about." Wang Longhu looked at the black-purple blood continually seeping from his chest wounds, quickly taking out a water bottle from his backpack to rinse his cuts with clean water.
Every customized tool from the Zheng family factory, except for clothes, had the factory’s mark on it.
This was convenient, in case a herb gatherer had an accident and died in the mountains, those who venture into the mountains later could identify the body.
The water bottle Wang Longhu took out was no exception. Upon seeing the mark on the bottle, the old man’s expression froze suddenly, sowhat incredulously asking: "You, are you from Zheng Song’s factory?"
Zheng Dongliang’s father was Zheng Song, Wang Longhu knew this. Seeing that the old man opposite ntioned Zheng Song, Wang Longhu couldn’t help but ask in surprise: "How do you know, who are you?"
"Hell, when the water’s rushing, even Dragon King Temple can get attacked by family; we’re fighting ourselves." The old man slapped his thigh imdiately, cursing, "I know that factory recruits so martial artists to gather herbs in the mountains, but I’ve never heard of a master who reached Dark Force like you. If I’d known you were from the factory, why would I have fought so hard with you."
Though the old man cursed angrily, it didn’t stop Wang Longhu from perceiving his genuine regret clearly.
Though Wang Longhu was poisoned, the old man was more severely injured and wouldn’t recover for three to four months.
"You are... Fifth Master?" A thought flashed through Wang Longhu’s mind, and he asked in astonishnt.
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