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

Chapter 110 The Python Coils Over, the Dragon and the Snake Transform!

The golden light was dazzling and stung my eyes.

His feet were bound, and the sword was already at his throat!

In the nick of time, Zhou Xing shuddered and turned, his forward momentum suddenly reversed into a powerful backward retreat as the muscles in his feet exploded!

His waist and hips twisted like a python turning over, his entire spine twisting segment by segment, making a cracking sound as if he was about to collapse under the strain.

With victory in sight, Renault was not about to let him escape.

The cat-like footwork followed closely, swiftly pursuing Zhou Xing, the golden light at the tip of the sword biting down three inches behind his neck, getting closer and closer.

With one retreat and one pursuit, the golden light had already licked the skin on the back of the neck!

Just then, Zhou Xing's retreating figure suddenly stopped!

Using the heels as the axis, twisting the waist and hips, and turning the body again, all the retreating momentum is reversed in a small space and transformed into a powerful swinging force that moves backward, upward, and explosively!

With the violent twisting of his waist and hips, his right arm sprang up suddenly, like a giant python that had been lurking for a long time!

The shoulder, elbow, and wrist joints are opened like gates, stretched to their limit, and the fascia of the entire arm snaps into a straight iron wire with a "pop," just like a large white waxwood pole being shaken straight in the air!

The short sword of the Gong family held in reverse in his hand is the indestructible spear tip, and also the dragon horn that can break through all obstacles!

The sound came out with a flick of the wrist, and the roar of a dragon arose.

Xingyi Returning Spear - Dragon and Snake Transformation!

It was Zhou Xing's enlightenment of merging into the Haihe River eddies and transforming into dragons that gave this backhand strike an extra layer of variation and an even higher level of momentum.

This sudden turn of events was perfectly timed.

Renault was chasing too fast, and his strength was exhausted. He couldn't change his sword moves in time, and the golden thread could no longer be passed in even a fraction of an inch!

He could only barely twist his body to bring his left side toward the blade.

"Pfft!"

"cough!"

Renault arched his back, writhing in pain in his lower back and abdomen, but he suppressed his roar of pain in his chest.

His superhuman physique and will erupted simultaneously. He didn't retreat an inch. His abdominal muscles twisted and locked, like a steel cable tightly gripping the knife that had penetrated his body!

Zhou Xing pulled hard, but the short knife was locked in place by the muscles and did not move at all!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Renault thrust his right arm downward with all his might, the rapier glowing with golden light, aiming for Zhou Xing's nape!

A cold glint flashed in Zhou Xing's eyes, and his left hand, which had been hanging by his side, rose like a hibernating dragon!

Lebel's revolver, almost touching Renault's right wrist, unleashed its final burst of fire!

boom! ! !

The last bullet exploded with a deafening roar!

At such close range, the bullet's kinetic energy is terrifying.

Renault's right wrist, holding the sword, jerked and snapped violently, the sound of bones cracking clear and piercing. The rapier, still gleaming with residual golden light, flew from his hand and clattered to the ground.

But Renault—still hasn't fallen!

He let out a beast-like growl, ignoring the horrific state of his right wrist and the massive wound in his abdomen. He lowered his body, suddenly spread his arms wide like a giant bear embracing, and tightly gripped Zhou Xing's waist and back!

The power of the Bear School erupts!

That's the immense power that witchers gain through mutation and potions!

Zhou Xing's vision went black, his ears rang, and he felt a brute force squeezing in from all directions. His ribs creaked and his lungs were squeezed dry.

"die!"

Renault's face was contorted with rage, his muscles bulging like iron, as if he wanted to crush the person in his arms in two!

Despite the immense force hitting him, Zhou Xing remained unusually clear-headed, letting out a low, muffled "hmm!"

He shuddered violently!

A series of muffled thunderclaps erupted deep within his bones and muscles. The River Demon pushed himself to the limit, causing his entire body's bones and joints to crack and pop wildly. Some of them deftly disengaged to release the force, while others locked themselves in place to form a fulcrum for generating power.

He managed to break free from that terrifying embrace and create a tiny gap!

Not only that, his arms and legs, wrapped around Renault, tightened suddenly like a python finding its prey! They coiled and locked onto him!

The snake is coiled up!

Zhou Xing seemed to transform into a giant python, coiling around Renault with a supple yet deadly force, locking him in place by the neck, left arm, and torso.

The two struggled and fell to the ground with a thud, tumbling and writhing in the rust and dust.

Renault roared, his blood boiling, but his limbs were firmly locked and he couldn't break free at all.

Zhou Xing disregarded everything and poured all his spirit and energy into the single word "spin".

The hidden strength transformed into softness, like countless cold, fine, and delicate threads, drilling into the skin and flesh that were in contact with each other, wrapping around Renault's tendons, enveloping his bones, and squeezing his internal organs.

"Cluck—cluck—cluck—"

Whose bones are groaning in pain?

Renault's struggles grew weaker and weaker, and the veins beneath his skin bulged and twisted like earthworms. His face turned from red to purple, and then from purple to blue.

Dark red blood began to seep from Renault's eyes, nostrils, ears, and the corners of his mouth, dripping warmly onto Zhou Xing's arm before quickly turning cold.

Cracks began to appear in his powerful internal organs, and the strength in his grip on Zhou Xing's arm gradually leaked away.

His final roar turned into a hoarse, leaky sound, filled with blood and foam.

Zhou Xing sensed the other's life slipping away, but did not relax immediately. He sent in his last bit of gentle strength, like a giant python giving its prey a final strangulation.

Renault's body stiffened abruptly, then went completely limp.

All power vanished suddenly.

Zhou Xing waited for another three heartbeats before slowly loosening the entanglement, moving out from under Renault, standing up, and leaning against a rusty pillar, panting heavily.

With each breath, my lungs felt like they were being pumped by bellows, burning with pain.

Renault lay on the ground, his chest and abdomen rising and falling slightly, only exhaling and not inhaling.

He opened his eyes, his vertical pupils already unfocused, staring at the sliver of light filtering through the broken roof of the dock.

Fresh blood gushed from his abdomen, right wrist, and seven orifices, quickly forming a dark red pool beneath him.

Zhou walked over to his side and looked down at him.

Renault's lips moved, blood and foam gushing out, his voice weak: "Perhaps—you are—right—."

After he finished speaking, the last glimmer of light in his eyes went out.

His breath ceased.

Zhou Xing squatted down, silently looked at him for a few seconds, and said, "History will prove who is right."

Then, without further delay, he quickly began to search Renault's body.

His pouch had fallen apart; he picked up the nearly empty bottle of golden holy water and a perfectly intact flashbang.

I took two small bottles of medicine.

Finally, he drew the scabbard disguised as a cane from the leather sheath at Renault's waist and sheathed the gold-stained rapier on the ground.

It feels slightly heavy in the hand, and the scabbard has an ingenious structure with a subtle, cold glint.

It's powerful and easy to conceal and carry; it's truly a good thing.

After doing all this, he dragged Renault-Schwann's body to the edge of the dock in the black water and gave it a hard push.

"Thump."

Water splashed up, and the body sank into the dark river, quickly being swallowed up, leaving only ripples spreading outwards.

Zhou Xing didn't look any further, turned around and quickly left the dock.

He climbed onto the rocky outcrop. A cold wind blew, and the sweat-dampened parts of his body felt icy cold. He had unleashed countless internal strikes. Without the improvement he had made over the past few days, the outcome of the battle would have been truly uncertain.

He found the hidden Xingyi spear, and the cold shaft calmed him slightly. He used the leather straps and buckles to secure the spear firmly.

It's slung across the back.

He took out a few ginseng slices from his bag and put them in his mouth. They tasted bitter with a sweet aftertaste.

He stood on the rocky outcrop, looking down. On the riverbank, the firelight cast indistinct shadows of people's heads, and shouts, torn apart by the wind, surged toward him.

The explosions and continuous gunfire eventually attracted people.

He took out his pocket watch and snapped it open.

It's almost time.

He closed the watch case and murmured to himself, as if confirming something: "They—should be ready."

After saying that, he took a few steps forward, leaped into the water, and like a dragon returning to its waters, silently plunged into the ever-flowing Haihe River below.

On the water's surface, only a few ripples remained, which quickly subsided.

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