Under the fist

Chapter 47: Slaying a Fierce Tiger with a Fist, Observing a Hundred Schools of Thought

"This beast has such a terrifying aura."

The moment Lian Youming saw the ferocious tiger, his heart skipped a beat. Then, when he saw the foul stench rushing towards him, his scalp tingled, and he quickly turned and dodged to the side.

The tiger's claws, as large as palm fans, narrowly grazed his back, leaving several bloody gashes that silently tore his clothes, from which blood quickly seeped out.

Lian Youming's mind was shaken, but after a brief moment of fear and terror, it was replaced by a surge of anger.

Li Da was attacked from both sides, and although he couldn't help him, he couldn't let this beast get away with it.

Once he steadied himself, Lian Youming exhaled rapidly, a loud croaking sound emanating from his chest and abdomen. Instead of retreating, he advanced to meet the attack.

The tiger leaped and fell with lightning speed. When it missed its first attack, it crouched down on the stone wall like a cat, used its momentum to push off, and then swung its tail and pounced again with its huge head.

Seeing this, Lian Youming lowered his body, knelt on both knees, and slid backward. Taking advantage of the moment when the two were moving up and down, he gripped his military dagger and was about to rip open the belly when the thick and terrifying tiger tail suddenly curled up and lashed at his chest like a steel whip.

Feeling the astonishing force, Lian Youming's scalp tingled. He withdrew his attack, quickly rolled to the side from under the Siberian tiger, then rolled up on the ground, grabbed the tiger skin, and climbed onto the tiger's back.

With just these two pounces, Lian Youming was already in grave danger. Not only was his back bleeding, but the tiger's tail also swept across half of his cheek, leaving it numb and his cheek filled with a metallic taste, rendering him unable to speak.

Upon seeing the blood, a fierce glint flashed in Lian Youming's eyes. Without saying a word, he lay on the tiger's back and frantically stabbed downwards with his military dagger.

Hot blood splattered in his face, staining his eyes red.

"Hehe, I'll kill you..."

A muffled, eerie howl was squeezed out from between Lian Youming's teeth.

However, this beast had thick skin and strong bones. After a series of stabs, Lian Youming heard a "bang" and the tip of his military dagger broke off as if it had been stuck by a bone.

Seeing this, Lian Youming loosened his grip on the hilt of his knife, grabbed the tiger by the scruff of its neck, and swung his fist to smash it.

The passageways of this underground fortress, which are wide enough for humans, are undoubtedly somewhat narrow for such a ferocious beast.

Stimulated by the excruciating pain, the tiger tried to twist its waist and turn around, but the space was limited, so it could only jump and hop wildly, crashing all the way.

Lian Youming was dragged along the stone walls on both sides, bumping and knocking over light bulbs one by one, sparks and lightning flashing all the way, and he coughed up blood repeatedly.

But with pain and life hanging in the balance, Lian Youming's ferocity increased dramatically. He used his coiling energy in his right fist and recklessly smashed it against the tiger's head.

As the force surged in, the Siberian tiger beneath him went even crazier. Its head sank, its body veered to the side, and it slammed into the stone wall.

Lian Youming's expression changed drastically, and he quickly moved to the tiger's side. In the chaos, the man and the tiger crashed back more than ten meters until a stone tablet was swept in half. Then, with a "boom," there was another space behind it, which turned out to be a hidden door.

The dark room was littered with many skeletons, including those of Japanese soldiers, the elderly, and children. Some of them had not yet turned into bones. There were also many guns and ammunition piled up, and some of the skeletons still showed faint signs of being gnawed on.

Lian Youming didn't have time to look closely before the tiger dragged him to the other side until they crashed through a stone wall.

Amidst the rising dust, another dark room was revealed.

Inside, there were still countless skeletons, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

Lian Youming suddenly opened his eyes wide and saw several living figures lying on the ground, men and women, all of whom were dead or alive. Among them, a thin figure was Xiao Li.

But he was tumbling around with the tiger, only getting a fleeting glimpse before he quickly focused all his attention on fighting back.

According to the older generation, tigers are pure yang in nature, with strong muscles and bones, and their body heat can melt winter snow. They probably weigh at least five or six hundred pounds, which makes him very uncomfortable.

Seeing the equipment scattered on the ground, Lian Youming squeezed the tiger's belly with his legs, and taking advantage of the moment when the tiger got up, he swayed his body to the side and grabbed a rifle with a bayonet, ready to stab it.

Unexpectedly, the Siberian tiger seemed to sense the danger. It tilted its body and pinned down Lian Youming's right leg. Its huge, ferocious, and blood-stained head turned around and bit him.

Lian Youming knew he was in trouble and his scalp tingled. He quickly held his spear horizontally to block the tiger's mouth.

The ferocious tiger not only opened its mouth, but also swung its tail, striking his back with a "smack," while a tiger paw slapped down at the same time.

The tiger's tail swept across his back, and Lian Youming's face turned pale instantly. Fortunately, the tiger's claws couldn't reach him for the time being, so he could only frantically scratch at the ground.

But seeing the enormous head crowding in front of him, Lian Youming had no time to think about anything else. He could only grit his teeth and hold the gun in his hand tightly, bracing against the terrifying gap between his thumb and forefinger.

The tiger was biting the gun barrel, saliva dripping from its mouth, its breath coming in and out like rolling heat waves, both fishy and foul. Its tiger eyes were fierce and violent, the pupils of which looked like two soybeans. It bared its teeth and grinned, looking like a demon, making people tremble.

Perhaps seeing that the gun barrel was difficult to break, the tiger pawed at him, and Lian Youming suddenly felt a huge force coming from the butt of the gun. His arms were pulled to the side, and just as the tiger's mouth was about to turn around, he could only release the rifle and take the opportunity to pull the muzzle with his left hand to remove the bayonet.

Now there was no turning back, and no room for complacency.

The tiger's mouth snapped at him, and Lian Youming shrank back, taking advantage of the moment when he had created some distance. He squinted, raised his hand, and with lightning speed threw his bayonet and dagger into the tiger's mouth.

The tiger's mouth bit down, hitting Lian Youming's left shoulder, but after only a brief moment of intense pain, it opened up again.

A short knife was stuck between the upper and lower jaws, drawing blood.

Lian Youming grinned, blood seeping from between his teeth. He wasn't about to let the beast spit out the knife. He was decisive. With all his might, he lifted the tiger's jaw with his left hand and punched the tiger's head with his right.

The tiger's mouth, which was about to open, immediately closed.

The tiger, in pain, hurriedly stood up, howling and wailing, its mouth open as if to vomit. Lian Youming seized the opportunity to pursue, leaping and pouncing again, grabbing the tiger's neck, raising his elbow and swinging his fist, causing hot blood to spill from the tiger's mouth.

Blood splattered from beneath the fist, and blood was also seeping from Lian Youming's shoulder.

With just that one bite, it felt like the bone in his left shoulder was about to break. If it had actually bitten him, half of his body would probably have been torn apart.

A sense of relief, like surviving a near-death experience, made him not alarmed but furious; he had almost died in the jaws of this beast.

However, before the excitement could last three seconds, a tiger's tail, as sharp as a steel whip, lashed out at Lian Youming's back.

Caught off guard, Lian Youming felt his blood and qi churning in his chest and abdomen. Coupled with his already somewhat exhausted state, he immediately tumbled off the tiger's back.

"Cough cough... This is too durable!!!"

The ferocious tiger did not give chase. Instead, it shook its head and tore at its own face with its claws, leaving it a bloody mess. Finally, it managed to pull out the bayonet.

"what!"

However, perhaps the commotion caused by the man and tiger breaking in was too great, because the few martial arts practitioners who had been unconscious in the pile of corpses woke up one after another. As soon as they opened their eyes, they saw this scene and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"careful!"

Lian Youming only had time to warn them before he saw the ferocious tiger's eyes dart around. With a leap, it pounced into the crowd, biting and slashing, tearing flesh and blood apart. One tiger's claw ripped open a man's abdomen, spilling his intestines onto the ground. Four people stood up, but in the blink of an eye, only one young man remained, his face ashen with terror. He scurried away without looking back.

Just as the ferocious tiger opened its mouth to pounce again, Lian Youming hurriedly spat out a mouthful of blood and took the opportunity to pull out a pistol with his left hand.

"Bang! Bang!"

As the pistol fired, Lian Youming quickly stepped forward to meet it.

But when the bullet hit, the tiger only swayed slightly and then did not react again.

Meanwhile, Xiao Li on the ground slowly woke up, but looking at the ferocious tiger so close by, she seemed to be terrified and sat motionless, staring blankly.

"Roar!"

The ferocious tiger opened its mouth and bit.

"kill."

Lian Youming's tiger eyes widened, and with a roar, he pounced, sideways, and rammed into the other side with all his might.

Even though the ferocious tiger weighed several hundred pounds, it was still knocked off balance and staggered.

At this moment, Lian Youming cleared all distracting thoughts from his mind, leaving only one thought: to kill this beast.

In a fit of rage and horror, he stomped his foot, regained his balance, and a meridian in his body suddenly throbbed and trembled. The second barrier of the Golden Bell Shield was broken at this critical moment.

Taking advantage of the tiger's stagger, Lian Youming sucked in his mouth like a whale taking in water. The clothes on his back rippled slightly, and his entire right arm swelled up instantly, with veins bulging. His five fingers were loosely clenched like a hammer, and the air squeezed through his fist turned into a sharp and piercing gust of wind.

"fall!"

Lian Youming raised his eyebrows and glared, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and threw a powerful punch at the huge head that was slowly rising in front of him.

The ferocious tiger also stood up, and one of its sharp claws rose up and landed on his chest, tearing his clothes and leaving several hideous, bloody gashes.

"Boom!"

The dull, strange sound wasn't like a thunderclap; it was more like a palm striking water.

In an instant, all murderous intent ceased.

The swaying tiger head rose to mid-air before falling heavily back down, blood gushing from its seven orifices; it was dead.

With a single punch, Lian Youming's body went limp, almost losing all strength. He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his right hand a bright red stain.

Xiao Li looked at Lian Youming, who was covered in blood, and asked in a trembling voice, "Are you alright?"

Despite wincing in pain, Lian Youming chuckled, "It's just a minor injury. I'll take this beast with me when I get out, and then eat it; that will make up for it."

It nearly killed him.

Lian Youming looked at the hideous claw marks on his chest, which were torn open, and quickly calmed his breathing. He used the inner wrapping technique of the Golden Bell Shield to slowly close up the wounds that had been torn open.

It doesn't heal, it just closes up to stop the bleeding.

But after only a few breaths, Lian Youming got up and walked to the scattered weapons. He picked through them and found a bunch of grenades and a light machine gun. But he didn't notice that Xiao Li was wiping the blood splattered on her cheek. The blood seemed to have dyed the girl's pupils red, a look of struggle, an evil, and cowardice, as if she were in a battle between heaven and man.

"What's your name?"

Lian Youming inspected the weapons and said without turning his head, "Lian Youming... don't panic. I'll take you down the mountain later. Don't come up to this lousy place again."

He muttered to himself, then glanced at the pile of bones on the ground, his expression complex.

It seems Li Da was right; this place is indeed the burial ground of those Kwantung Army soldiers and the villagers who were abducted.

It seems that most of them died in dark rooms, unknown to anyone, and never seeing the light of day.

Lian Youming quickly glanced around and saw several piles of scattered paper ashes in the corner, as if someone had specially offered sacrifices to them, and the sacrifices were made to the villagers, women and children.

The remains of the Japanese soldiers were piled up to one side, while the women and children were arranged in perfect order.

Looking at the piles of white bones, large and small, neatly arranged, Lian Youming felt an immense heaviness in his heart.

But thinking of the ongoing battle on Li Da's side, he, with grenades hanging from his sleeve and a light machine gun in his hand, said, "Let's go, let's fight our way out."

The girl hummed in agreement and hurriedly followed.

Inside the tunnel.

Li Daben strode forward, not even glancing around, his fists striking left and right. Despite the several figures chasing after him, his moves were endless, yet no one could break within two feet of him.

Seeing that Lian Youming was unharmed, Li Da suddenly laughed and said, "Don't shoot. This is a rare opportunity. Consider it compensation for you being the bait. I'll show you their fighting style and broaden your horizons so that you won't be completely clueless when you venture into the martial world in the future."

Lian Youming rushed back excitedly, just about to pick up the light machine gun to help, when he heard this and knew that Li Dayu was in complete control, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Da smiled gently, his gaze sweeping over the girl behind Lian Youming, then turning to the crowd surrounding him as he dodged and parried while explaining the situation in detail.

“This is Dai-style Xin Yi Quan. Take a closer look.”

"This old gentleman uses the Chuojiao technique, combined with the Tan Tui and Di Tang techniques. He is clearly a master of low-body fighting."

"And this young lady is practicing Fanziquan (a type of Chinese martial art), and she also incorporated a few fancy moves, as well as military-style swordsmanship. Not bad."

"He is a master of Shaanxi Hongquan, skilled in the Eighteen Throws of Zhanyi, and has also practiced the finger strength of Eagle Claw Kung Fu and the cunning hand technique of Mantis Kung Fu. He first dazzles the eyes, then engages in close combat."

"This guy uses the Three Emperors Cannon Fist, but his foundation isn't very solid."

"The one behind me strikes with his palm at the side waist, then turns and probes the groin. That's a killing move from Baguazhang. Be careful in the future. Hmm, he also incorporates Chen-style boxing techniques. Not bad. This Chen-style Tai Chi has quite a connection with Tai Chi School. You might have to say hello to him in the future."

"The one to my right has some unusual skills. If I remember correctly, this is the Southern School of White Eyebrow Fist. The fighting style is fierce and swift, and the strikes are like lightning. It's really powerful... There's also Hung Gar's Split, Fixed, and Inch techniques, Choi Family Fist, and hey, there's also the Skirt-Under-the-Skirt Leg and the Sleeve Hand. Interesting."

"And this one, she's the vice leader of the White Lotus Sect, proficient in Bajiquan, Xingyiquan, Wudang swordsmanship, Shaolin boxing, and has mastered the Five Thunder Palm, a perfect blend of strength and gentleness, truly remarkable, perhaps even more powerful than my sister, her foundation is truly profound... Well, the latter has arrived, heroes of the world are indeed as numerous as carp crossing a river..."

　I'm exhausted. I've cleaned up the old groups and disbanded the book club group. The group is in the comments section; add it if you want to join.

　　
　
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