Physical enlightenment begins with Xingyi Quan

The night at Black Wind Ridge was utterly torn apart by the flash of swords and blood.

The embers of the campfire flickered in the strong wind, reflecting the mess on the ground and the figures of people fighting and killing each other.

Screams, roars, and the sharp sounds of clashing weapons mingled together, turning the once deathly silent mountain valley into a boiling millstone of flesh and blood.

Chen Jianghe lay prone in the shadows of the vehicle formation, his eyes scanning the battlefield like those of a hawk.

Zhao Tieshan and Wang Gui each entangled two men in black, their knives and sticks flying. Although they had a slight advantage, they were unable to break free for the time being.

Zhou Yong's situation was the most dangerous—he was fighting three people alone, and although his swordsmanship was fierce, his left shoulder was already bleeding, and his steps were becoming increasingly unsteady.

And in the center of the car formation—

Su Derong was fighting two opponents alone, battling two masters of internal energy.

This was the first time Chen Jianghe had witnessed his third senior brother go all out.

Su Derong, who usually always waved a fan and had the air of a carefree young nobleman, was now dressed in blood and his hair was disheveled.

The folding fan in his hand sometimes swept horizontally like a short stick, and sometimes thrust like a dagger. The fan ribs collided with the swords, producing a metallic clang.

But... the disadvantages are obvious.

The two men in black, wielding hidden strength, coordinated perfectly, attacking relentlessly from the left and right.

One man wielded two short halberds, his halberd techniques cunning and ruthless, specializing in attacking the lower body joints; the other man held a goose-feather saber, its blade flashing like snowflakes, each strike aimed straight for the throat and heart.

Su Derong's Xingyi Quan power has been pushed to its limit. The five styles of chopping, collapsing, drilling, cannoning, and horizontal are rotated in turn. Each punch is accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, and hidden power is surging.

But two fists can't fight four hands, and he was overwhelmed.

"laugh--!"

As the blade flashed, another bloody gash appeared on Su Derong's left shoulder, deep enough to expose the bone.

He groaned and staggered, his folding fan spinning rapidly as he narrowly parried the follow-up thrust of the double halberds.

"Young Master!" Zhao Tieshan's eyes were bloodshot as he tried to turn around to help, but he was held back by two men in black.

Zhou Yong's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He brandished his knife, forcing one of the men back, then turned and looked around: "Where's that kid Chen Jianghe?! He was killing people just now, how come he's vanished in the blink of an eye?! I was fucking blind! I never imagined he was such a coward who clings to life!"

Wang Gui silently deflected the knife, then turned and roared, "Brother Chen! Help the young master!"

Chen Jianghe gripped the butcher knife tightly in his hand, unable to move; this was definitely not the right time to intervene.

The two experts with internal strength were connected by their energy, and their attacks were continuous. If I rushed in rashly, not only would I not be able to help, but I might also disrupt Su Derong's already precarious rhythm and become a burden.

We have to wait.

Waiting for an opening—an opening that could turn the tide of the battle.

At that moment, Su Derong shouted sharply, his voice hoarse from the rush of blood to his head: "Zhao Tieshan—burn the car!"

Zhao Tieshan was taken aback.

"burn--!"

Su Derong took the blow head-on, coughing up blood and roaring angrily.

Zhao Tieshan's eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly shoved aside the swords and knives in front of him, took out a tinderbox from his pocket, struck it hard, and threw it at the stack of cargo boxes!

Although the box contained medicinal herbs, it was coated with tung oil on the outside to prevent moisture.

Where the firewood fell, a loud "boom" resounded as flames erupted!

The two men in black, who were skilled in internal energy, were also startled by the sudden burst of fire, causing them to pause slightly in their movements.

At that very moment—

Su Derong's folding fan opened with a "whoosh," and with a sudden flick of his wrist, three silver needles as thin as cow hair shot out from the tip of the fan ribs, aiming straight for the face of the black-clad man wielding the halberd!

The distance was too close; the man in black only had time to turn his head to avoid it, but the silver needle had already pierced his left eye and throat!

"ah--!"

The man in black covered his face and staggered backward, black blood seeping from between his fingers—the needle was poisoned!

The other man in black, wielding a knife, was enraged at the sight. He held nothing back, his blood and qi erupting violently. His goose-feather knife whistled as he slashed at Su Derong's head with all his might!

This strike was so fast that only a blur remained.

Su Derong, severely injured, was powerless to dodge.

As he stared at the approaching flash of light, his mind became unusually clear.

Father, Mother, Grandfather... Derong is incompetent and can no longer protect the Su Family Escort Agency.

Junior brother... it's good that you escaped. You're still young and talented; you'll surely be able to drink a few more jugs of good wine for your senior brother in the future.

He closed his eyes.

At that very moment—

"Senior brother, bow your head, I'll help you!"

A loud shout rang out from the shadows to the side!

Chen Jianghe pounced like a cheetah. In mid-air, his right hand was already raised, and a large bag of lime powder was thrown at the face of the man in black holding a knife!

The man in black was completely focused on Su Derong and was caught off guard when lime powder was poured over his head.

"Ah—!" A scream rang out.

His eyes were in excruciating pain, his vision was blurred, and the force of his knife involuntarily slowed.

Chen Jianghe landed, rolled, and dodged the wildly swinging blades. At the same time, he reached down from his waist with his right hand and put his newly forged iron knuckle duster on his fist.

Five Elements Fist - Crushing Fist!

The punch flew like an arrow, aiming straight for the black-clad man's vulnerable ribs.

The knuckles, with their protruding knuckles, slammed into flesh!

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of ribs breaking was drowned out by the shouts of battle.

The man in black roared in pain, wildly slapping his left palm, his hidden energy bursting out in all directions, sending sand and stones flying.

Chen Jianghe, however, did not engage in a direct confrontation with him. Instead, he changed his footwork frequently, like a fish swimming around a rock, always managing to avoid the palm strikes at the last possible moment.

At the same time, he launched a series of punches.

Chop, smash, drill, cannon, horizontal!

The Five Elements Fist consists of five rotating forms, each punch performed with a knuckle duster, delivering a powerful and impactful blow to the joints, tendons, and vital points.

The man in black was blind and relied entirely on his hearing and qi senses to react, which put him at a disadvantage. Now, he was being forced into a frantic state by Chen Jianghe's cunning and ruthless close-quarters combat.

"You little beast, you're asking for death!" he roared, disregarding everything, he clapped his hands together, unleashing his hidden strength, and swept it outwards!

This is a lose-lose situation.

Chen Jianghe, however, seemed to have anticipated this, and swiftly retreated, simultaneously raising his right hand—

The second bag of lime powder!

The powder covered her face again.

The man in black was completely blind; his palm strikes, though fierce, had lost their accuracy.

Just then, Su Derong mustered his last breath, sprang up from the ground, and the fan had somehow returned to his hand. The fan ribs merged together, transforming into a short dagger, which pierced through the back of the black-clad man holding the knife and emerged from his chest!

"Uh..." The man in black froze, slowly lowered his head, and looked at the blood-stained fan ribs protruding from his chest, his eyes filled with resentment and disbelief.

Su Derong pulled out the fan bone, and the black-clad man's corpse fell to the ground.

He stumbled and nearly fell, but Chen Jianghe caught him.

"Senior brother..."

"It's nothing." Su Derong waved his hand, his face ashen, but he grinned. "Well done, junior brother."

The two turned to look at the other side.

Upon seeing this, the other poisoned man in black was terrified. Ignoring the spread of the poison, he turned and tried to disappear into the darkness.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Chen Jianghe and Su Derong darted out almost simultaneously.

Su Derong unfolded his folding fan again, and several silver needles shot towards his back.

Chen Jianghe then flanked from the flank, his Fist of the Tiger technique brimming with power, aiming straight for Chen's temple.

The man was poisoned and his speed was greatly reduced. He barely managed to dodge the silver needles, but Chen Jianghe punched him hard in the ear.

"Bang!"

The dull thud of skull shattering.

The man in black flew out like a broken bag, crashed into the rock wall, and slowly slid down, lifeless.

Two masters of internal strength were killed.

The fire was still burning, but the shouts of battle were slowly subsiding.

The remaining seven or eight men in black collapsed in morale upon seeing their leaders killed, and were quickly killed by Chen Jianghe and his men.