The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Facing Gui Xingshu's powerful punch.

Chen Qianyang was completely unafraid.

No matter how strong your internal strength or how fierce your punches, you are still just a person of flesh and blood.

Every effort has its turning point, and every turning point has its weaknesses.

Just as the fist was about to hit him, Chen Qianyang suddenly moved.

He neither dodged nor evaded, but simply raised the long sword in his hand and thrust it out from above at an unbelievable angle, against the flow of the situation.

The sword was thrust towards neither a fist nor an arm.

Rather, it was the "Yanggu acupoint" on Gui Xinshu's wrist that was exposed when he exerted his strength at this moment.

"What!" Gui Xingshu's pupils shrank suddenly.

He never dreamed that this kid could see through the method of channeling his Hunyuan Gong.

If that sword had landed squarely, his hand would have been ruined.

This kid obviously stabbed someone randomly; he's really lucky.

However, this kind of fighting style results in mutual destruction.

Did they calculate that I wouldn't dare to exchange injuries with this junior?

Gui Xinshu's mind raced, and with a roar, his seemingly certain punch deflected slightly in mid-air.

With a loud bang, the powerful and unparalleled fist grazed Chen Qianyang's shoulder and slammed hard into the stone pillar behind him!

Stone chips flew everywhere, and a fist-shaped dent several inches deep was blasted into the stone pillar!

Although Chen Qianyang was forced back three steps by the violent force of the punch, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, he swallowed it down.

He steadied himself, sword in hand, his face paling even more.

"Thank you for your mercy, Master Gui!" Chen Qianyang grinned.

That first punch, he actually took it so inexplicably.

Fei Bin's smile froze.

An incredulous glint flashed in Yuan Chengzhi's eyes.

Everyone thought that Gui Xinshu had held back, because compared to Gui Xinshu's punch, Chen Qianyang's sword strike was not obvious.

He looked like he was terrified and was desperately trying to defend himself.

"Good, good, good!" Gui Xinshu laughed loudly, "You've got some skills after all. Let's see how many more times you can get away with this kind of luck."

"Kid, here comes the second punch."

Gui Xinshu roared, lowered his stance, twisted his waist with his right fist, and unleashed the most powerful and domineering move in the Jade Breaking Fist style, "Tiger Crossing the Stream".

He was defeated by the first punch because the method of channeling energy in "Hun Yuan Gong" was seen through.

This time, he actually concealed all the points of internal energy flow, not giving Chen Qianyang any chance to find the "acupoints"!

He intended to use his profound internal strength honed over decades and his honed boxing skills to beat Chen Qianyang to death with the purest "speed" and "hardness"!

This punch, with its force concentrated into a single line, aimed straight at Chen Qianyang's heart!

Chen Qianyang's mind raced. Gui Xinshu was indeed a renowned master.

He may seem reckless, but he is extremely experienced in combat and changes his tactics if he misses his first strike.

Knowing how to conceal one's internal energy, one relies on fast and hard punches to attack using external martial arts techniques.

However, all martial arts in the world, if they have form, must have power.

Power can break through.

This move, "Tiger Crossing the Stream," concentrates its power into a single line without dissipating, with all its force concentrated at the tip of the fist, seemingly invincible.

However, the weakness lies in this momentum, which is like an arrow released from a bow, with no turning back, making it impossible to change tactics midway.

Dugu Nine Swords, unleash!

Faced with this powerful punch, Chen Qianyang actually moved to meet it, his body slithering forward like a snake, sword in hand.

With a split second, he used the side of his longsword to lightly touch Gui Xinshu's fist.

What happened? Gui Xinshu was shocked. He felt as if his invincible and determined fist force had encountered something extremely smooth.

The force with which Chen Qianyang's broken sword "clung" to him was exquisitely precise.

That wasn't resistance, but rather leveraging the situation to guide it.

Gui Xinshu's fierce and unparalleled fist power was suddenly deflected by an inch by this light "stick".

The fist almost grazed Chen Qianyang's chest as it slammed into him!

Although the force of the punch had deviated, the wind from the punch still struck Chen Qianyang's left chest like a heavy hammer.

Even with the force deflected, the power of this punch was still terrifying.

"Bang!" Chen Qianyang was struck as if by lightning, and he staggered back several steps, his tiger's mouth instantly cracking.

A mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs stained the blue stone in front of him.

"Junior Brother!" Yue Lingshan screamed and was about to rush out.

"Don't move!" Ning Zhongze grabbed her, his eyes filled with tears, but his voice was incredibly firm.

He caught the second punch.

Although the cost was heavy, they ultimately accepted it.

Chen Qianyang slowly stood up again and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His face paled even further: "One last punch!"

He knew in his heart that he had been too arrogant just now.

Although he used the Dugu Nine Swords to guide his fist force, he still underestimated Gui Xingshu's strength.

If that punch had landed, I'd probably be a corpse by now.

I only regret that because of my previous internal injuries, I have no strength left, otherwise I wouldn't be in this situation.

Gui Xinshu stood still, his chest heaving violently.

The horror in his heart was beyond measure.

The first punch was because he saw through the "internal force node".

The second punch actually "guided" his "fist momentum".

This kid's swordsmanship is strange; at this moment, Gui Xinshu also regained his composure.

He hesitated for a moment, but from these two moves, it was clear that the kid had suffered some serious internal injuries for some unknown reason.

Although that punch didn't land properly, it was still quite powerful.

Gui Xinmu smiled slightly: "Kid, I admit that you are quite cunning, courageous and skilled in swordsmanship. It's not a disgrace for Mei Jian and that kid to die at your hands."

"But you probably absolutely can't withstand that final punch!"

Gui Xinshu suddenly activated the Hunyuan Gong, and his burly body moved, turning into a blur.

Over the past decade, he has earned the reputation of being invincible with his fists.

That's all thanks to that punch!

The Broken Jade Fist, a direct descendant of Chaoyang Peak.

Splitting rocks and shattering jade, all it takes is one punch!

"You brat, prepare to die!"

A punch was thrown out, as if a boulder had struck.

That was the purest, most refined and condensed form of fist technique, crushing the opponent!

Before the fist even arrived, a seemingly tangible wall of air had already locked Chen Qianyang firmly in place.

I felt like I was surrounded by fists all around me.

There is no way to avoid it, and there is nowhere to retreat!

Yue Buqun, who was standing to the side, also suddenly stood up.

"To condense one's energy into power... this Guixin Tree... has reached this level!"

"Come on!" Chen Qianyang raised his sword and held it horizontally to his chest, showing no fear on his face.

Faced with the overwhelming barrage of punches, he actually smiled.

He didn't even glance at Gui Xinshu's devastating fist.

Just as the fist was about to reach his body and crush him into a bloody pulp.

He handed over the badly damaged iron sword in his hand.

It stabbed towards the throat of the Guixin tree.

Swift as a startled swan, powerful as a thunderbolt.

This is... a sword technique that results in mutual destruction.

This kid not only saw through his own boxing style, but also read his only chance.

Trading life for life, seeking survival in the face of death.

The spirit of the dead Gui Xin Tree is outraged!

This kid saw right through him!

His punch could certainly turn Chen Qianyang into mincemeat!

But Chen Qianyang's sword strike, which would destroy both jade and stone, would surely pierce his throat!

The first two times, he was able to "stop his move" and "change his move".

But this time, his fist technique had taken shape under the impetus of Hunyuan Gong.

Trying to forcibly reclaim this massive, out-of-control internal energy is simply...

Gui Xinshu faced the increasingly dazzling sword light before him, overwhelmed by the fear of death.

As a top expert, he made a decision, and then forcefully twisted his waist.

With a series of thuds, he retreated several steps, forcibly transforming his fist into a palm strike, attempting to block Chen Qianyang's sword with his Hunyuan Palm technique.

However, the sword came extremely fast and with tremendous force.

It's not that easy to block metal with your bare hands.

With a sizzling sound, the sword pierced Gui Xinshu's palm, cutting a wound from which blood gushed forth.

However, Gui Xinshu's palm strike was terrifying; he actually managed to grip the sword blade tightly.

With a snap, the iron sword was broken in two.

Chen Qianyang felt a tremendous force, like waves crashing against the shore, that suddenly lifted him up and slammed him heavily onto the ground several meters away.

.......

Three punches have been delivered...