The interior of the Four Poison Hall was indeed vast, with surveillance caras installed everywhere, making Wang Longhu much more cautious during his search.
Machines have neither killing intent nor sound, so even with Wang Longhu’s highly sensitive senses, he couldn’t accurately determine where the hidden caras were located.
As he delved deeper, a large hall of peculiar style in the middle of the Four Poison Hall caught Wang Longhu’s attention.
This hall was clearly decorated in an ancient Eastern style, exuding an imperial aura reminiscent of the Forbidden City.
But strangely, the top of the hall was black while the walls and columns were white, giving it an ink painting style that felt very oppressive.
Wang Longhu leaped effortlessly to the top of the hall, and the mont his foot touched down, he faintly heard a bizarre croaking sound that made him stop instantly and listen intently from the eaves.
"Uncle Four, your Toad Horizontal Training Cover is getting more and more miraculous. Even a crossbow arrow can’t penetrate your skin anymore; who could possibly match your defense?"
Inside the hall, a yellow-haired youth was holding a modern crossbow, aiming it at a fat elderly man wearing an ancient robe a few ters away.
It was none other than the Fourth Elder of the Four Poison Hall, Ma Bong.
The yellow-haired youth smiled as he pulled the crossbow’s trigger again, sending a steel arrow flying straight at Ma Bong’s abdon.
But Ma Bong’s belly instantly swelled, and the steel arrow struck it like hitting a steel plate, rebounding instantly to the ground, his divine power was terrifying.
"The Toad Horizontal Training Cover is an art understood by the Five Poison Sect’s founding ancestor from the Shaolin Horizontal Training and Golden Bell Shield. Inspired by a toad, it trains the human skin and tendons."
Ma Bong held a small bowl, slurping the dark brown liquid that wasn’t ordinary liquor, while he spoke.
"I’ve heard my father say that this Toad Horizontal Training Cover you’ve passed down primarily trains skin and tendons. If a regular martial artist’s skin can stretch this much, yours can stretch ten tis that.
Your tendons were once trained wrestling bulls and now are more resilient and elastic than cow tendons. Coupled with Huajin, even stopping bullets isn’t a problem, that’s indeed formidable."
The yellow-haired youth lowered the crossbow, complinting without reservation.
"Stopping bullets is a bit exaggerated. No matter how much you train the human body, achieving that level is hard. If it were possible, one would be called a god.
In the Five Poison Sect’s martial arts, my Toad Horizontal Training Cover is for defense, the Black Scorpion Long Fist for attack, your father’s Centipede Snap Kick for speed, it’s too fast for the eye to follow, and the third elder’s Gecko Wall-Climbing Skill, is so slippery that it’s hard to counter unless by stealth.
If combined with the sect’s secret inner power, only then one can be regarded as a top expert of the ti, with no disadvantage even against the Heaven and Earth Alliance’s leader." Ma Bong downed the bowl’s liquor with ease as he spoke happily.
"My father ntioned too, it seems the founding ancestor didn’t pass the Five Poison Inner Power to any of my father, you, the third uncle, or the fifth uncle." The yellow-haired youth said puzzled.
"Hmph! Even after so many years, talking about it still angers , that old fellow chose the eldest brother and passed the inner power to him alone,
In these tis, who would do that in martial arts, without inner power how could we stand in the Martial Arts World, let alone contend with those long-established forces, truly foolish."
Ma Bong snorted angrily: "If he had been willing to pass the Five Poison Inner Power to us five disciples equally, we wouldn’t have had to join hands in killing him. Now, to repair the inner power, your father and I have suffered for so many years."
"Truly disgraceful for betraying your master and ancestry, you killed and still dare to justify it so self-righteously, feigning innocence."
A cold laugh suddenly echoed, causing Ma Bong to look around and shout: "Who? How bold to intrude into the Four Poison Hall!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure floated in like a ghost from outside the hall, blocking the doorway and cutting off Ma Bong and the yellow-haired youth’s escape.
"This guy’s Lightweight Skill isn’t simple at all, comparable to my third uncle." The yellow-haired youth remarked in surprise upon seeing the suddenly appearing Wang Longhu.
"You seem to know quite a bit, perhaps my junior brother Tan Yuejin t his end at your hands." Ma Bong, having spent decades in Vietnam, quickly cald down.
Wang Longhu’s words had substantial content indicating he knew about past events.
Seeing it all linked with the death of Tan Yuejin, it wasn’t hard to deduce this young man before him was the culprit.
"Not only did you kill Tan Yuejin, but now you’re bold enough to co here to kill , you must be very confident in your skills." Ma Bong forced a smile, hiding his hands behind his back, while sothing under his loose robe began to stir, appearing ethereal.
"What? Uncle Four, he killed Uncle Five! That mysterious Huajin!" The yellow-haired youth exclaid, instinctively raising the crossbow to fire at Wang Longhu.
Unknowingly, this action ignited the signal for battle, Ma Bong’s expression changed, swiftly stepping in front of the yellow-haired youth.
This youth was Qiao Qichong’s son in old age, the only bloodline descendant left in Vietnam.
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