The Toad Horizontal Training Cover focuses on defense, lacking any proactive offensive moves.
Ma Bong was naturally well aware of this, so over the years, he also learned so Martial Arts as a ans of attack.
He particularly studied palm techniques, combined with his own comprehension of Tai Chi, and over the years, he developed sothing unique to himself.
Ma Bong nad it the ’Toad Coiling Palm’.
Wang Longhu saw Ma Bong’s fist coming, and naturally didn’t dare to easily make physical contact.
The clothes he originally used to deflect the black needles were quickly wrapped around his hand by Wang Longhu, forming an accessory resembling a glove.
Bam.
Wang Longhu grabbed with his palm, seizing Ma Bong’s fist and forcefully throwing it toward the ground.
Unexpectedly, Ma Bong’s fist proved to be extrely slippery at this mont, making Wang Longhu feel as if he was holding onto a piece of tofu, unable to secure it.
Ma Bong’s hand slipped, and his fist effortlessly slid out from Wang Longhu’s palm, with two fingers darting directly for Wang Longhu’s eyes.
Simultaneously, Ma Bong’s lower body technique didn’t slack, as his foot kicked up, aiming for Wang Longhu’s abdon.
At this mont, Ma Bong, who appeared fat and bloated, had actually brought agility and flexibility to their peak.
Anyone watching would probably be unable to imagine how this fatty managed to be so agile.
Wang Longhu turned sideways and circled around, reversing to unleash a fierce palm strike with all his might.
Even an iron monunt would be cracked by this strike, and although Ma Bong attempted to dodge by crouching, he underestimated Wang Longhu’s speed.
At the instant Ma Bong planned to squat, a heavy slap had already struck his face fiercely.
Ma Bong’s facial and jaw fat quivered at high frequency, even his eyes squinted uncontrollably.
Wang Longhu had perfected the art of using Dark Force to strike acupoints. Unless protected by Dark Force, an ordinary Martial Artist’s brain would be beaten into mush by this palm.
"Pff!"
Ma Bong spat out a mouthful of clotted blood, which carried a foul, poisonous stench, further perating the entire hall with a sickening odor.
His eyes filled with blood, and two streams of blood shot out from his nostrils.
Ma Bong quickly swept his arm to force Wang Longhu back, rolling and crawling several ters away in the process.
"Though you can strike the head with Dark Force, you haven’t opened all the internal ridians and acupoints. You may reluctantly be called a Huajin Grandmaster, but compared to my approach, it’s not solid enough."
From this palm strike, Wang Longhu gained insights into Ma Bong’s situation.
If he guessed correctly, Ma Bong should have acquired so form of Inner Power, only needing to open certain ridians in his body to achieve Huajin effects.
This was understandable, as the path to mastering Inner Power and becoming a Huajin Grandmaster was feasible with the Five Poison Inner Power from Fifth Master’s sect.
It similarly required opening so ridians, not like Wang Longhu, who opened all ridians and acupoints in the body.
In the country, an Inner Power manual was extrely rare, but overseas, acquiring Inner Power to glimpse Huajin wasn’t difficult.
As long as you had money, you could seek tutelage from Martial Artists who possessed Inner Power.
However, which was stronger or weaker, any discerning person could see at a glance.
A Martial Artist who achieves Huajin Grandmaster status by exploiting Inner Power could be taken down by Wang Longhu alone, with no exaggeration needed.
"Damn it, where did the senior brother find such an expert?" Ma Bong thought to himself, covering his head in extre fear.
Had it not been for protecting his brain with Dark Force from that palm strike earlier, he feared Wang Longhu would have smashed him into a pulp.
Having settled in Vietnam for decades, Ma Bong had never faced such a life-and-death crisis, realizing that Wang Longhu truly endangered his life.
"Help! Sobody, help!"
Feeling dizzy with stars in his vision, Ma Bong was thoroughly scared, wanting nothing more to do with Wang Longhu and rushed towards the hall’s exit.
But how could Wang Longhu allow him to leave? Tonight he risked much to storm the Four Poison Hall, gravely injuring Ma Bong.
This was the best opportunity to kill Ma Bong, because if he survived tonight with defenses ready for next ti, it would beco much more difficult to kill this toxic man.
Bam.
With a stomp of his legs, Wang Longhu shot out like a cannonball, though Ma Bong had a head start of a few seconds.
In terms of speed, he simply was no match for Wang Longhu.
Before he could reach the hall’s door, a figure had already landed in front of him, like a wall, completely blocking Ma Bong’s escape.
"Ma Bong, you’re dead no matter what. Stop running. After all, aren’t you a Huajin Grandmaster? Is this all the courage you have?" Wang Longhu raised his hand, speaking calmly.
To a Martial Artist, the more you fight, the stronger you beco. Frequent battles remarkably assist in honing one’s skills and on-the-spot performances.
But after establishing the Four Poison Hall, Ma Bong began to live in luxury, and it wasn’t likely for anyone to challenge him recklessly.
This resulted in Ma Bong seemingly practicing martial arts over the years, yet in truth, he had been living a pampered life.
His courage and wit had already regressed.
"Don’t push , if you corner , you’ll gain nothing from it!" Ma Bong suddenly stabbed his hand into his thigh, directly cutting open a gash.
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