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

Chapter 94 A Thunderclap from Out of the Blue

When they reached the front, Hans was yawning against the door. When he saw Zhou Xing come out, he immediately stood up straight.

"Brother Zhou,"

Yun Qing came out to greet her, calling softly with a questioning look in her eyes, "Uncle-Master, he—"

"Master Xuanchengzi provided me with much guidance."

Zhou Xing nodded to her and Qingxu, then succinctly explained the four dangerous river sections and possible flowing evil formations that Xuan Chengzi had pointed out.

He didn't say much, but every word he spoke carried immense weight.

Upon hearing this, Qingxu's usually calm face turned frosty.

"The imbalance of Yin and Yang has created a malevolent force. If they succeed in their scheme on the Haihe River, at best, it will cause widespread disease; at worst, it will alter the course of the waterways, resulting in widespread death and destruction on both banks. This is not a feud between martial arts practitioners, but a calamity."

He flicked his whisk and said in a deep voice, "Brother Zhou, rest assured, I will immediately contact several fellow practitioners to secretly monitor the changes in the energy of these waters. If there are any unusual movements, I will find a way to inform them."

Yun Qing stood behind her senior brother, her gaze fixed on Zhou Xing's face, her worry barely concealed.

Finally, she stepped forward and placed a folded triangular cinnabar-yellow talisman into Zhou Xing's hand. The talisman was still warm. "This talisman purifies the mind and dispels impurities. It may be able to ward off temporary malevolent influences. Brother Zhou—be careful in all things."

Zhou Xing did not refuse. He carefully put the talisman away and clasped his hands in a fist salute to the two men, saying, "Time is of the essence, so I will take my leave first. I hope you two will keep watch over this place for the time being."

His gaze swept over Hans and the two Chinese constables beside him, his expression suggestive. Qingxu understood and nodded slightly.

Night had fallen, and the mountain wind was growing colder.

The black sedan turned on its dim headlights, rolled over the uneven cobblestone road, and drove away from the quiet Yuntian Temple, disappearing into the darkness beyond the mountains.

Along the way, not even the chirping of insects could be heard, only the hum of the engine and the rustling of wheels over gravel. The road narrowed further and further, with shadowy figures of scattered rocks and withered trees on both sides.

The atmosphere inside the car was somber.

Hans, sitting in the passenger seat, rubbed his stiff neck and glanced at Zhou Xing, who was resting with his eyes closed, through the rearview mirror: "Detective Zhou, with these specific locations, once we get back, we can mobilize manpower to set up surveillance, and combined with the underwater search team, we should be able to—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Zhou Xing suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes!

He heard it; amidst the subtle vibrations of the wheels rolling over the road, there was a very unnatural tremor, like a taut string, coming from under the right front wheel!

Almost simultaneously, an extremely subtle and chilling aura, like a lurking venomous snake, licked towards us from that direction!

"parking!!!"

Zhou Xing roared, and as his voice boomed, his right foot kicked the back of the driver's seat like a steel whip!

boom!

The back of the seat slammed Hans forward, catching him off guard. With a thud, he crashed through the car door and rolled out.

Almost at the same instant, Zhou Xing's left shoulder sank, and a hidden force exploded from his shoulder well, flowing through his arm and elbow, causing him to slam into the car door on his left!

With a loud "bang"!

The entire door latch was twisted and deformed, and the door panel was blown away by the brute force!

Zhou Xing shot out of the open car door like an arrow, landing and tumbling in one fluid motion, sending dirt and grass flying everywhere.

Just as he lunged out of the car...

The right front wheel ran over a tripwire coated with corpse oil, which was almost blending into the night.

boom!!!

It seemed as if only this one roar remained in the world. It was deafening.

It's explosives!

Several explosives buried under the soil and rocks were detonated simultaneously!

A dazzling ball of fire shot into the air, instantly engulfing most of the car's body.

The violent shockwave distorted the air, carrying debris, fragments, and scorching heat waves, and raged wildly in a fan shape in all directions.

Hans, who was kicked out of the car and curled up under the wheel hub, felt an irresistible force coming from behind, his eardrums throbbing, followed by boundless darkness.

The two Chinese constables in the back seat, who had no time to react, were engulfed by flames and shockwaves before they could even scream.

Although Zhou Xing rushed out first, the explosion radiated too far.

The scorching heatwave struck his back like an invisible hammer.

Several shards of hot metal flew past his scalp and shoulders, leaving a few white marks.

There was also a chilling and vicious aura mixed in with the violent airflow, like a bone-deep ailment trying to burrow into his pores. He groaned and used the momentum of the roll to rush several meters forward again, falling into a dry ditch by the roadside. His back was burning with pain, his blood was churning, and his ears were ringing, but his bones and muscles were not seriously injured, and he was conscious.

The fishing toad energy flowed spontaneously, resisting the invading evil spirits.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The deafening roar of the explosion still echoed through the valley, followed by a rapid, continuous barrage of gunfire that almost without pause, drowning out the crackling of the embers.

It came from behind the dead trees and piles of rocks on both sides of the road.

Bullets whistled and whistled as they struck the edge of the shallow ditch where Zhou Xing was hiding, kicking up clouds of dust.

The enemy came prepared, not only planting explosives but also having gunmen lying in ambush!

Zhou Xing curled up, held his breath, and heard a buzzing in his ears, but his hearing was rising to its limit under high pressure.

The sounds of wind, crackling embers, rolling gravel, and—at least four different directions, varying in the intensity of breathing and heartbeats, along with the sounds of gun bolts being pulled back and the slight friction of footsteps.

They closed in, forming a tight encirclement from both sides towards the center of the road, towards the wreckage of the car and the shallow ditch where he was hiding, under the cover of crossfire.

The road is blocked from both sides by a steep slope and an even deeper ravine, making it difficult to break free laterally in a short period of time.

The fact that the enemy chose to make their move here is a desperate situation.

The burning car provided a faint, flickering light, but also cast shadows around it, making it easier to hide.

Zhou Xing touched his waist; Colt was still there.

But he did not return fire rashly. Gunfire would immediately reveal his precise location and attract concentrated fire.

He needs to first figure out the enemy's exact distribution and—wait for an opportunity.

Gunfire gradually subsided, turning into cautious bursts of fire to suppress any potential counterattacks.

The footsteps grew closer, rustling as they stepped over the gravel.

A figure cautiously peeked out from behind a pile of stones about ten meters to the right, holding a rifle with the muzzle pointed towards the car wreckage and the shallow ditch, and slowly moved forward.

He was dressed in dark, coarse cloth, and his movements were somewhat stiff, unlike those of a well-trained gunman. However, his steps were steady, and his eyes, illuminated by the firelight, had a kind of numb ferocity.

Zhou Xing was like a stone in a dry ditch, embedded in the shadow of the shallow ditch, his breathing so faint as to be almost stopped.

The person was getting closer and closer, five meters, three meters—

His attention was mainly focused on the burning car and the area further ahead, paying little attention to the inconspicuous ditch under his feet.

Just as he was passing through the dry ditch, about to step over its edge—

Zhou took action!

Silent and still, like a venomous snake poised to strike. The left hand shot out, gripping the opponent's ankle, releasing a burst of hidden force!

"Click."

The sound of bones cracking was masked by the crackling of the remaining embers.

Caught off guard, the man groaned in pain and lost his balance, falling forward.

At the same time, Zhou Xing leaped out of the ditch, his right hand forming a knife-like shape, and stabbed the opponent's Fengfu acupoint on the back of the neck.

A hidden strength is emerging.

"Well----"

The man trembled, the fierce light in his eyes vanished instantly, and without uttering a sound, he collapsed limply, his breath coming to a sudden stop.

Zhou Xing quickly dragged him into the shallow ditch, took out his rifle and a short knife from his waist, and touched his body. Apart from some pungent powder, he had nothing to identify him.

But that's enough. His skills, his aura—he's no ordinary thug.

He took a deep breath; the burning pain in his back and the lingering yin energy within him were still intertwined, but not enough to impair his movements.

He glanced at the burning car; Hans's fate was unknown, and the other two officers were likely dead.

All around, countless enemies moved in the shadows, closing in.

The encirclement is closing in.

He gripped the rifle he had seized tightly, his eyes, illuminated by the flickering firelight, were as cold as icy stars.

We have to fight our way out of this.

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