A Scroll of Infinite Glory

The coach's injury was strange.

When Guan Luoyang caught him, he felt a layer of coldness covering his chest and abdomen, and his hands were even covered in frost.

Although it was already late September in Guangzhou, the climate was still similar to summer in some places. It was unbelievable to see frost under the blazing sun, and it was even freezing directly onto living people.

"Spells? Or special abilities? Does such a thing even exist in this world?"

Guan Luoyang has only been here for six years, and all he does is practice martial arts and kill people. Perhaps he doesn't know much about this world.

But Lei Gong had a wealth of experience. He had traveled all over the country, fought against high-ranking officials, and resisted foreigners. Back then, he also held a high position in the superstitious Boxer Rebellion. When Guan Luoyang asked him, he said unequivocally that apart from the method of bewitching the mind, all the others were tricks that relied on props and techniques to deceive people.

As his mind raced, Guan Luoyang released energy from his palm, pressing around the instructor's chest to invigorate his blood and dispel the thin layer of frost.

Blood spilled from the coach's nose and mouth, and he opened his eyes to look at Guan Luoyang.

Before the two could exchange a word, Guan Luoyang's body flashed again, his calf bracing against the base of the outer wall, and through that broken wall, he delivered a powerful punch.

He deflected Seymour's attack aimed at Ma Zhixing.

Guan Luoyang swiftly reached out with his other hand and grabbed Ma Zhixing by the shoulder, pulling him away and landing him next to the instructor.

One after another, they attacked, and the treasure they had been searching for for thousands of days and nights was so close yet still out of reach.

Dimon Seymour did not outwardly show signs of agitation or anger, but instead felt an even stronger urge to bleed. He stomped on the crumbling wall and lunged forward as his opponent retreated.

He was still using the footwork and stance from boxing, but as he passed over that crumbling wall, his figure inexplicably took on a posture reminiscent of a giant python or crocodile leaping through the air and swimming towards him.

It was as if he treated the air as a swamp; with this pounce, he was both agile and fierce, and the fist that swung his arm landed with an extremely tricky point.

Guan Luoyang parried the punch with a slanted wrist strike. Suddenly, his forearm felt a chill, and the hairs on his elbow and the back of his hand stood on end. He took a few quick steps back, dodging several punches that were aimed at his face and chest.

"drink!"

The foreigners were chasing too hard, and a prolonged retreat would inevitably lead to defeat. Guan Luoyang only retreated three or four steps before exhaling and shouting, tucking his chest and straightening his back, and using the continuous chopping and thrusting techniques from Crane Fist, each punch aimed at the center line.

In the blink of an eye, the two shifted their feet slightly and launched a fierce attack, exchanging more than thirty punches.

Four arms collided repeatedly, the sleeves of the tuxedo and the blue coarse cloth clothes ripped apart, and the tattered cloth flew around like butterflies. The continuous surging reaction force slightly widened the distance between them. Finally, the two threw their right hands at the same time.

Guan Luoyang gained the upper hand, and with a Tongbei Fist, he extended his arm, making his reach exceed that of his opponent, and struck Seymour in the chest before he could react.

With a resounding boom, like a newly made drum taut with ironwood stretched taut!

Seymour arched his body, and with a loud whoosh, his feet scraped violently as he was knocked back.

However, Guan Luoyang's arms, exposed to the air, were covered with patches of frost after the dozens of collisions. The more than a dozen unevenly distributed, harsh white patches spread rapidly and connected with each other, threatening to freeze both of his hands completely.

The stinging sensation penetrated every pore. Even my skin, which had long been impervious to heat and cold, couldn't withstand it. I felt a warming and tingling sensation in my subcutaneous muscles and stiffness in my joints.

This is a sign that it is about to develop into severe frostbite and necrosis.

Guan Luoyang hissed, his right arm dropped down, elbow pressed down, and his left arm touched forward. He closed his lips, raised his tongue to his palate, took a deep breath, and practiced his breathing and skin exercises, releasing his power with a trembling motion.

With this touch and shake, every muscle in his arms, from his shoulders to the tips of his fingers, was activated, blood flow accelerated, his palms became engorged and red, and the pads of his fingers shimmered. The frost that had almost frozen into a shell was shaken off and bounced outwards.

Guan Luoyang dared not slacken his pace. He took long strides, twisted his waist and swayed his shoulders, as if he were riding a galloping horse. He gripped the empty handle tightly and swung the two large hammers out.

The Three Sovereigns' Continuous Force, the Arhat's Flipping Hand Hammer.

It is a set of boxing moves jointly developed by Dai Haichen of the Northern Three Emperors Cannon Fist School and the successor of the Southern Luohan Fist Eighteen Hands.

Although to those who have listened to many storytelling performances, Luohan Fist may seem like just a basic Shaolin boxing style, something only unknown novice monks practice.

However, Luohan Fist is actually a very important branch of Southern boxing.

Since it spread in Fujian in the early Qing Dynasty, it has evolved into "Eighteen Arhats Kung Fu", "Vajra Palm", "Acupoint Striking Technique", "Buddha Hammer of Large and Small Frames", as well as "Eighteen Bronze Man Hammer", "Vajra Six-Road Short Striking" and "Hongquan Buddha Hand", etc. If we include all the generations, it can be said that there are tens of thousands of disciples.

The more widely a martial art is practiced, the more people will practice it, and naturally, the more it will develop.

Both sides are renowned masters of the powerful hammering style, possessing extensive and profound knowledge. Northern style focuses on cultivating internal energy, while Southern style focuses on developing the skin. Only by combining these styles can one unleash the continuous hammering power of this style of punches that can strike like a cannon.

The power and ferocity of this set of boxing techniques is like a body made of bronze and iron filled with violently surging mercury.

With every movement, the mercury surges and flows wildly, the center of gravity shifts sharply, and only a sufficiently strong outer skin can withstand this force, allowing for the explosive power to be unleashed when punching outwards.

Even a solid wood statue weighing seven or eight hundred pounds would shatter into pieces on the spot if it were hit by such a hammer.

Seymour swung his hand to block the punch, and a light bloodstain burst open on his arm. However, with a flash of scales, the skin was not broken. Nevertheless, his arm was shaken open by the force of the punch, leaving his chest exposed. He was then met with a barrage of blows like a battering ram.

Guan Luoyang strode forward eight steps, each step accompanied by a punch. His speed in advancing and pursuing was faster than the speed at which Seymour was sent flying, so every punch landed solidly.

Seymour's feet were off the ground, completely struck by the force of the punch. He staggered back in mid-air, and when he was punched in the chest, the air ripples were almost visible to the naked eye. After his clothes were torn apart, the scales on his chest were so deep and conspicuous that it looked as if there was a thick and mysterious layer of scales.

The luster of the scales became very unstable under the repeated punches, and the cold air seemed to be about to burst out from the gaps and from the flesh.

As Maipol sat pale on the ground, clutching his wound, he saw two shadows flash past him. With a roar, he disregarded the reopening of his wound, arched his back, ducked down, protected his head with one hand, and charged forward.

Guan Luoyang felt the fierce wind coming towards his waist. With a flick of his wrist, he changed the direction of his chain hammer. His left fist struck Maiboer's hand that was protecting the back of his head, and his right fist struck Maiboer's back center. Both of his Arhat Flip Hand Hammers hit vital points with the hardest part of the back of his fist.

The first punch only made him dizzy, but the second punch broke his spine.

He hammered Maiboll to death on the spot, his face down, his body sinking slightly into the ground in the yard.

But because of this delay, Seymour had already flown far away and crashed into another wall.

Guan Luoyang took a deep breath, the airflow from his mouth and nose becoming even more intense, maintaining the stance of the Three Emperors' Continuous Force, and caught up.

Before he could make out the human figure between the collapsed walls, he saw the figure on the ground sweep and swipe.

With a whoosh, dozens of broken bricks were swept into the air and shot towards Guan Luoyang.

Guan Luoyang chopped down with both palms, his ten fingers spread wide, and with one strike, he scattered all the pebbles that were being thrown at him onto the ground.

But a head of curly hair flashed at the lower edge of his field of vision.

Dimon Seymour had already crept up to him, bent over and stretched out his arms, his hands like the open mouth of a crocodile, reaching out to grab Guan Luoyang's waist.

Judging from his movements and posture, the follow-up to this move is obviously like a crocodile biting its prey, a crazy twisting and turning, which is no longer the clinch technique in boxing.

Under the relentless blows, Seymour seemed to have been stimulated to unleash some kind of instinctive strangulation technique. His movements, which were originally only those of a second-rate boxer and had many flaws, were completely wiped out when combined with this strangulation.

Guan Luoyang couldn't directly break Seymour's move, but he countered with an attack, using the technique of generating power from the hips in the Arhat's Seated position from the Arhat Fist. He suddenly thrust his waist and hips backward, his entire lower body moved rapidly, and his upper body naturally slashed downward, squatting down to receive the Old Ape Splitting Water move.

Humans are limited by their natural physical condition and find it difficult to exert force when sitting or squatting, but apes can exert their upper limb strength more rapidly when squatting.

Guan Luoyang's squatting and slashing motion landed on Seymour's shoulder blades before Seymour could complete his arm entanglement.

Seymour landed face-first, and Guan Luoyang leaped forward, kneeling on his back and using his waist to generate force. Centering on his knees, he turned halfway around, like Wu Song pressing down on a tiger, and struck Seymour's head and neck repeatedly.

He didn't take this foreigner seriously at all, given his shallow fighting experience and crude techniques.

However, the strength of the cold energy's defensive counterattack within this person's body is a bit too outrageous.

Despite being struck by Guan Luoyang's fist, which weighed several thousand pounds, the person's neck and back of the head, a vital area, did not feel any signs of broken bones.

Some of the force from the fist was deflected, some was shaken back, and it even caused his finger bones to ache slightly.

Guan Luoyang pressed his knee against his lumbar spine, and was about to gather the Three Emperors' Continuous Force again when suddenly his heart clenched, and without thinking, he quickly shifted to the side and dodged.

Bang!!!!!

The gunshot was unusually long; only upon closer listening could one discern that it consisted of several shots fired in quick succession.

Before the gunshot rang out, Guan Luoyang had already been shot once in the collarbone and once in the right rib, and a bloody gash appeared on his neck.

On the dilapidated wall behind, there were two more bullet holes, and a bullet flew through the gap and hit the wall of the house next to the ancestral hall.

After being shot, Guan Luoyang couldn't hold his breath and coughed heavily, coughing up blood and trembling.

Since mastering his skin-training technique, Guan Luoyang has been able to sense the wind before it blows, and with his ability to quickly leap ten steps away, he has never been hit by bullets.

But this gunman was incredibly fast; the moment the sense of danger formed in his nerves, the bullet had already struck him.

If someone like Zhu Changshou had mastered the skill in one go, being ambushed and shot by such a gunman would probably have resulted in his immediate death.

Seymour, who was lying on the ground, delivered a side kick that struck Guan Luoyang in the waist.

Nearby, there are formidable enemies who seem impossible to kill; further away, assassins, gunmen, and skilled fighters are all on their way, and the crisis is imminent.

Guan Luoyang grabbed his ankle with his backhand, sprang up, his joints trembling, his feet shaking, his waist swaying, his arms swinging, and he roared, like a living dragon throwing an arrow, throwing the foreigner out of his hands.

The Manchu Eight Banners revered wrestling and martial arts. In those days, wrestling techniques in the capital were incredibly diverse. Baguazhang, which established its own school in the capital, incorporated wrestling into its martial arts, roughly dividing the throwing and grappling techniques into thirty-two types: eight types of live throws, eight types of dead throws, eight types of body-binding throws, and eight types of variant throws.

The first part of the Five-part Grappling Technique, the Silk Entanglement, mainly incorporates some characteristics from Northern Boxing, such as breaking stances, striking the center of gravity, and techniques of throwing, grappling, binding, and beating.

The term "silk coiling" sounds gentle, but in Northern martial arts, especially Tai Chi Bagua, the real technique of "Great Silk Coiling Force" is said to be able to make someone lose control of their body and be flung away like a meteor hammer the moment they make contact.

Although Guan Luoyang couldn't quite manage to send someone flying with a single touch, his capture and throw were executed with all his might, making it the most powerful and fierce of the thirty-two wrestling techniques.

Seymour was thrown so high and far that his toss sent him flying through the air in a long arc, heading straight for the group of people rushing towards him from the end of the street.

The group originally included assassins and Qing soldiers. Several men in the front row with guns were also ready to raise their weapons. When they saw a large, living person falling from the sky, they were so frightened that they dodged to the sides.

Even the leading monk and the woman in the blue cloth jacket with gold hairpin couldn't help but step aside to give way to such a powerful display.

After Seymour fell to the ground, he slid forward a distance, knocking down four or five Qing soldiers.

When Luohan, Dianmu, and Long Spear Xiao Yang arrived at the ancestral hall, it was already empty.

The Goddess of Lightning noticed an unusual ripple in the river beside her. With her sword in hand, she darted into the water like a nimble snake, her skill in swimming so profound that she only splashed up a tiny droplet the size of a teacup.

But when she looked into the river, all she could see was swirling mud and sewage; she couldn't make out where the enemy had gone.

A moment later, the Goddess of Lightning emerged from the water and spat out a mouthful of watery, fishy-smelling saliva.

"If someone can walk across the water with two people, they must have run directly along the riverbed silt."

Xiao Yang had already changed his ammunition, tightened his grip on the revolver, and said, "I fired five shots in a row, and he can still do this. He must have mastered the second stage of training. Running with people underwater must be Qi training. He didn't lose blood or strength immediately after being shot by me, so he must be practicing skin training."

Luo Han listened to their conversation, ordered everyone to search along the shore, then frowned and glanced at the ancestral hall: "If I'm not mistaken, an instructor plus a second-stage master of martial arts, fighting two foreigners, actually requires such a commotion?"

When they looked back, they were surprised to find that the foreigner who had been thrown so far and landed on the ground had already staggered to his feet.

Seymour covered half his face, blood flowing from between his fingers. He had landed face-first on the ground and was in so much pain that he could barely feel his nose, but the deepest emotion in his eyes was bewilderment.

"I... my face... you clearly don't understand this power at all, how could you... I am the one chosen by God... My..."

The painful stimulation and the failure that should never have appeared in his life took turns impacting the calm brought by the cold air.

Confusion and humiliation alternated in his eyes, and panic replaced confidence.

After a long while, he could no longer suppress the tears welling up in his eyes. He slowly knelt down, touching the ground with his head, his shoulders trembling.

As Luohan and the others approached, they stared at each other in astonishment.

This foreigner, who had just shocked them and seemed unfathomable to them, showed no signs of serious injury whatsoever. How could this be...?

She cried?!