Master of Chinese Martial Arts: I Can Steal the Skills of a Grandmaster from the Republic of China E

Chapter 109 Peak of Dark Force, Holy Water and Golden Light

A critical moment!

Zhou Xingting sensed that his retreat was blocked, so he decided not to retreat at all!

With a twist of his waist and hips, he abruptly stopped his momentum, his neck snapped back, and the sword's edge grazed his throat.

His left hand, with its five fingers like hooks, grabbed the stuck steel pipe and unleashed a burst of hidden strength!

"Creak!"

The steel pipe, which had been bound together by the medicine, was twisted by his finger force. Even the iron frame at the joint made a strange noise.

Using the force of the grab, he spun around the steel pipe, not only avoiding the fatal sword strike but also getting behind Renault and stabbing Renault's kidney acupoint with his right short knife!

Renault hadn't expected such a violent reaction. Unable to twist his body in time, he could only sling the rapier behind his back.

"clang!"

He blocked the blow, but the explosive force contained in the blade sent a jolt through his back, causing him to stumble forward.

Zhou Xing pressed his advantage relentlessly, following closely like a shadow. His short sword transformed into a continuous flash of cold light, unleashing a rapid and fierce attack, specifically targeting Renault's joints, tendons, and vital points.

Renault was caught off guard and could only wield his rapier in a blur of silver light to protect himself as he fought and retreated.

Zhou Xing blocked the sword light, took a step forward, his waist and hips turned like a millstone, and his power flowed into his left arm. He threw a Xingyi Bengquan straight at Renault's heart. Before the fist arrived, the wind from the fist pressed Renault's clothes tightly against his chest!

Renault's vertical pupils flashed, his chest throbbed, and a small ball suddenly sprang out from within, shooting towards Zhou Xing's fist!

"puff!"

A stream of grayish-brown gel sprayed out, instantly covering Zhou Xing's right fist and solidifying into a plaster shell in the blink of an eye!

Stasis agent!

Zhou Xing's fist slammed down, as if frozen in cement, his five fingers going numb instantly.

Renault flicked his sword tip, the slender blade following closely, aiming for his exposed throat!

Zhou Xing frowned, exerted force from his waist and hip joints, and suddenly opened his frozen right fist with all five fingers!

"Crack!"

The plastic shell cracked from the inside!

The fascia of his entire right arm hummed, like a taut bowstring vibrating three times. With each vibration, an even more explosive and rapid hidden force burst from his waist and hips up to his shoulder, and then whipped to his fingertips!

The first layer of hidden force caused the plastic shell to explode.

The second layer of hidden force transforms the fist into a palm, unleashing a burst of inch-force to deflect the incoming sword outwards.

The third layer of hidden force transformed the palm into a grab, accelerating once more, gripping Renault's right wrist holding the sword like an iron clamp!

Renault's vertical pupils contracted sharply, and his left hand immediately reached for the small bag at his waist.

But the cycle is faster!

With his left hand gripping Renault's right wrist, he suddenly pressed down and twisted it, channeling his inner strength. At the same time, his right hand flashed with the cold light of a short knife, aiming straight for Renault's heart!

Reno didn't pull his hand away. Instead, he twisted and turned the wrist that was being held in place, and then pulled and pushed it out suddenly. The handguard spring at the hilt popped open with a "snap," and a short dagger about half a foot long shot out from the end of the hilt, heading straight for Zhou Xing's face!

A sword within a sword! That was incredibly sneaky!

At such close range, it's almost a sure thing!

Zhou Xing could even smell the faint herbal scent on the short thorns.

His neck muscles and fascia twitched, and he suddenly turned to the side.

"laugh!"

A short thorn grazed his cheek, leaving a red mark.

I didn't feel any pain at that moment, but I felt a cool sensation on my face, like being scratched by an icicle.

The next second, a burning pain shot up, and blood gushed out.

Renault then suddenly leaned back, his right knee slamming into Zhou Xing's lower abdomen like a cannonball!

Zhou Xing loosened his grip on Renault's hand, took a half step back, and with a flick of his wrist, thrust his right hand towards Renault's knee.

Renault pulled his leg back and hopped half a step backward.

The two parted ways again.

A red mark appeared on Zhou Xing's cheek, and blood was flowing freely.

Renault's right wrist was red and swollen, and the small bag at his waist had fallen off during the struggle, with bottles and jars scattered all over the ground.

They were all injured.

The dock fell silent again.

Renault slowly regulated his breathing, glanced at the scattered potions on the ground, then looked at Zhou Xing, whose face was dripping blood but whose eyes shone with an eerie light, and suddenly tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Zhou Xing, you're not good at it either."

His free left hand slowly rose towards the back of his neck, his fingertips brushing against his collar. The movement was slow and steady, with a solemn, almost ritualistic quality.

Zhou Xing wiped his face; his palms were sticky. This was the first time he had ever seen blood in battle.

Renault's physique was superhuman, having been immersed in secret medicine since childhood and survived countless near-death experiences. His bones and muscles were like cast iron and bronze, and his internal organs were like leather drums.

He was hit in the wrist with a hidden force, but it only caused redness and swelling; he did not lose his fighting ability.

That's enough to be considered the peak of Dark Force.

Despite the opponent's formidable strength, Zhou Xing showed no intention of backing down.

A battle is only interesting when the forces are evenly matched.

Zhou Xing licked the blood from the corner of his mouth; it tasted salty and metallic. He glanced at the potion on the ground and laughed, "Renault, how much of this junk do you have left? Use it all."

"it is good."

Renault pressed his finger on the back of his neck, and the lining of his collar popped open.

He took out a small glass bottle, flicked the stopper with his thumb, and poured the golden liquid onto the sword.

The viscous liquid clung to the blood groove, not dripping, but instead seeping into the silvery metal with a soft hissing sound. The entire sword hummed softly, radiating a warm light.

"Holy water. Boiled for three years."

Renault twirled his sword, "Is that enough?"

Zhou Xing's neck hairs stood on end!

He felt a sharp, piercing warning. He couldn't let that gold-plated sword touch him. He remembered clearly the puppet at the crossroads that had been killed by a single blow from the golden light.

Before Renault could finish speaking, he pounced on him again.

This time, his movements were even faster, and his swordplay even more unorthodox!

The sword light condensed into straight, scorching golden lines, stabbing, slashing, pointing, and cutting, each move aimed at the vital points.

The sword techniques flowed without any discernible pattern, sometimes attacking like a whirlwind, sometimes lurking like a venomous snake, launching attacks from all sorts of unbelievable angles.

Cat School swordsmanship: efficient, deadly, and deceptive.

A fleeting streak of light lingered in the air, like a red-hot iron rod slicing through the darkness.

Zhou Xing brought out the flexibility and agility brought by the River Demon to the extreme.

The short bridge and inch-power techniques of Wing Chun, the swift footwork of Bagua, and the explosive power of Xingyi are all integrated into one.

With a short sword in hand, the blade's light transforms into a flowing shell; the Wing Chun Eight-Cut Sword moves swiftly and in rapid succession; the Bagua Sword wraps around the head; and the Xingyi Spear moves like a swimming dragon.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

The blades clashed repeatedly, the sounds of their impact echoing incessantly, sparks flying around them.

Renault's sword grew faster and heavier.

The two fought their way from the boat frame to the water's edge, and then chased each other from the water's edge to the steel beam.

Renault suddenly changed his sword stance, ceasing his attack and instead taking a half-step back. His slender sword drew a defensive arc, and a golden halo wove a curtain of light in front of him.

His breathing was slightly rapid.

Who exactly is the Witcher?

Zhou Xing's physical strength and resilience exceeded his expectations.

opportunity!

A glint of light flashed in Zhou Xing's eyes; how could he allow him to retaliate?

With his foot planted in the center, the short sword, like a poisonous dragon emerging from its lair, pierced straight into the center of the light barrier!

With a slight twist of the wrist, the blade becomes sharp, carrying the spiraling penetrating intent of Xingyi Drill Fist. The trajectory of the blade contains the sinister and cunning nature of a snake, seemingly a straight thrust, but in reality, it can change direction and bite at any time.

Renault's vertical pupils contracted, his rapier returned to its guard, and the tip of the sword precisely aimed at the incoming blade!

at the same time.

His left hand, which seemed to be blocking, secretly pinched in front of him!

His five fingers formed a strange seal, and a bizarre, short syllable was squeezed out of his throat!

The Witcher Sign Yard!

trap!

Zhou Xing suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet sink into a hole.

Like stepping into a semi-solidified pool of asphalt, a viscous and sluggish force field stuck his feet firmly to the ground.

The momentum of the thrust was suddenly thwarted, and he was rooted to the spot!

The tip of the sword that Renault had pointed at suddenly exploded in the last half foot, the golden halo shrinking into a single cold star that pierced straight at Zhou Xing's heart! The angle was tricky, and it was so fast that only a sliver of golden light remained!

It was as if they had been gathering their strength all along, just waiting for him to walk right into their trap.

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