The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Jiang Sheng's arm clenched so hard it cracked, but even though Kona was still turning around normally, he quickly felt the abnormality in his touch.

His bare arms, covered by a traditional Chinese jacket, were pressed against something that felt cold and slippery, not skin.

He looked down and saw the strange scales on the back of Kona's neck, and his eyes widened in surprise:

"scare!"

Startled, he immediately let go and simultaneously pushed Kona hard with both hands.

But Kona didn't move at all. Instead, he moved like a giant bear. Without even looking, he raised his hand and brought up a gust of evil wind.

That incredibly thick arm swept across Jiang Sheng's chest in an instant.

Jiang Sheng raised his hands to defend himself, but instead, they were grabbed and lifted up.

With a "thud," Jiang Sheng crashed into the brick wall beside him, and was then thrown back several steps before landing on a pile of wooden crates in the alley.

"Bang!" A little bright red blood flowed down the wooden box, and Jiang Sheng, who had collapsed, immediately fell silent.

Kona shook his hand, then ripped the cloth bag off his head.

He blew his red, bulbous nose, then raised his hand to pick at the hideous scar on his face that resembled a centipede, before turning to look at Zhang Chang'an:

"Two Qing Dynasty bastards? Did your opium dens run out of supplies today? Or did your favorite girl open for business? Are you looking to cause me trouble?"

"Let me tell you a name. I have some young guys working for me with peculiar tastes; they like those weird women with narrow eyes. I'll have someone go and patronize their business sometime."

He blurted out crude gangster slang. His eyes, with their exceptionally prominent whites, stared intently at Zhang Chang'an without blinking.

His body seemed to have expanded even further, his muscles and bones cracking and stretching. The clothes on his chest, which were already torn by the knife, were now ripped open with several more tears.

The cheeks on both sides of the chest were thus completely exposed.

The left side was mostly destroyed by Zhang Chang'an's knife, and was covered in blood. But the other side was still functioning perfectly.

The eerie, moist sound of breathing sent chills down Zhang Chang'an's spine, sending goosebumps crawling from his tailbone all the way to the top of his head.

"Depend on!"

"Whoosh!" The wind howled, and Zhang Chang'an decisively threw away the broken knife in his hand and fell backward.

His legs were still bent. But then he slammed to the ground with a thud.

Kona's outstretched hand swept just above him, missing its target.

Zhang Chang'an seized the opportunity, straightened his body using a horse stance, sprang up with both legs, and curled up his body, somersaulting and flashing several meters away.

"Hoo..." Zhang Chang'an leaned against several large wooden barrels that seemed to be filled with the stench of the factory, making his head spin. He landed in a horse stance with his legs slightly bent and adjusted his breathing.

He stared at the monster before him, his brow furrowed, gritting his teeth:

"What the hell did I get here from this lousy family tree? Is this still Earth?"

Zhang Chang'an is indeed better than the average person, but is this guy in front of him even human?

The alleyway before me was dimly lit, with only a few gas lamps casting their glow. The hazy atmosphere made the figure before me feel particularly oppressive.

"Afraid? You Qing monkeys, we Irish arrived in this land much earlier than you and are more adapted to San Francisco. This is proof of the bounty from the Mississippi River."

And you bunch of insidious bastards, all you do is stab us in the back.

Kona spoke with his exceptionally sharp teeth bared, raising his hand to touch the half of his gill that had been slashed open by the knife, and casually pulled out the broken blade.

His fingers turned bright red, but the wound seemed to have stopped bleeding.

"You have discovered a secret of history."

The West existed long before Eurasians set foot here, and the Mississippi River was not just a means of transportation for steamships; it had its own stories and people.

In San Francisco, some made a deal with the beings in the river and received blessings in return; they are known as the Sons of Dagon.

"Time-space fragments +30".

"In the branches of the past, there are many things buried in the dust of history. Recording them in the genealogy can also yield fragments of time and space."

The brick patterns of the old buildings around Zhang Chang'an brought him intelligence and new fragments of time and space, but he didn't have time to think much about the secrets of history.

The giant, bear-like monster before him had already taken two strides towards him: "This time, it's all or nothing!"

"You have consumed 50 Time-Space Fragments to exchange for [Seafood Slaughtering Technology (Good)] (Temporary)"

"Crackling sound..." Zhang Chang'an clenched his fist and made a sound, then decisively flipped over and stepped onto the wooden barrel behind him.

Almost simultaneously: "Thump!" Kona's thick arm slammed directly onto the brick wall below him.

Dust fell rapidly like fine snow, but Zhang Chang'an dared not stop for a moment. He turned around and stepped onto an even higher wooden barrel.

Then, Zhang Chang'an kicked over the wooden bucket at his feet and jumped up decisively.

"Crack!" Kona's attack came one after another, and he pierced through the thick iron hoop wooden barrel in one go.

Such power is clearly beyond the realm of ordinary people; anyone caught or even touched by it would be severely injured, if not fall down.

To everyone's surprise, after the wooden barrel was completely destroyed and almost broken in two, a lot of black water immediately gushed out from the broken barrel, a greasy and dark mess.

"Thump!" Kona instinctively flung his hand away, even leaving another gap in the wall, but it still couldn't stop the large amount of sewage from pouring over his entire front.

This also includes the inside of his clothes, and his enormous cheeks.

With his arms and legs spread apart, Zhang Chang'an briefly braced himself above the alley before taking a deep breath and landing.

"Smack!" His foot landed on Kona's shoulder. He then decisively curled up, supporting Kona's head with one hand, and with the other hand, he bent down and shoved his elbow hard.

Hung Kuen elbow technique, smashing elbow.

"Thump!" His elbow slammed solidly into Kona's head, then he lunged forward and landed behind Kona.

With a quick bend of his arms, Zhang Chang'an hooked himself behind Kona, locking his head and neck in a secure grip.

"Cough...cough!" This time, Kona was no longer able to move freely.

He decisively bent down halfway, trying to cough up the wastewater, but his mouth and nose were already tightly covered.

With his cheeks also covered in wastewater, he had completely lost the ability to breathe.

Zhang Chang'an used extraordinary force in his hands, his muscles bulging and stiffening, and his temples throbbing with pain.

My mind was filled with new and exciting things, and I had no time to think about anything else.

Kona's figure seemed to have changed completely in front of him.

It seemed that he could not only see the burly man's appearance and flesh, but also feel many subcutaneous tissues, organs, and internal organs, and he had mastered many ways to deal with them.

This is naturally the art of slaughtering seafood.

Against something as extraordinary as Kona, the skills Zhang Chang'an learned at the martial arts school weren't entirely effective. But this opponent possessed the characteristics and advantages of a fish, and naturally, it also had the weaknesses of a fish.

Zhang Chang'an saw through all of this, which is why he was able to respond so smoothly and effortlessly.

For an ordinary person, being splashed with black water might just mean choking a couple of times, but for him it was extremely uncomfortable.

"Knocking on the head and pouring foul water on the fish are all methods used to kill fish, and they're specifically targeting you."

Just as Zhang Chang'an was thinking this, he was suddenly struck hard from behind: "Bang!"

Because of the lack of oxygen, Kona's hands were somewhat weak, so he pushed against him and slammed hard into the brick wall next to him.

The intense pain instantly numbed half of Zhang Chang'an's body, almost causing his hands to lose their strength.

However, stuntmen are not martial artists; being able to fight is secondary. More often than not, they need to know how to take a beating in order to create an effective performance.

His martial arts technique for taking hits is a move to withstand injuries and beatings.

The reason he dodged the first blow was precisely because he knew how to deflect the force, allowing him to crash into the ground without any worries.

Besides, having worked in the martial arts industry for so long, he's more resilient than the average person, even if he's not physically strong.

So Zhang Chang'an's arm was actually bound even tighter.

He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and then freed one hand, forming the Crane's Head Fist gesture from the Tiger and Crane Double Form of Hung Kuen. He bent his index finger forward and struck Kona's protruding fish eye like a chisel.

"Pfft..." A warm and sticky sensation instantly covered most of Zhang Chang'an's palm.

Kona's dizziness, which had just subsided, suddenly returned along with the excruciating pain, and these two, along with the suffocating agony, surged up rapidly.

Soon, his massive body collapsed like a small mountain, crashing heavily into the brick wall in front of him before sliding down along it.

"Huff...huff!" Zhang Chang'an released his hands, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath, not daring to stop for a moment.

He dragged his slightly shaky legs a few steps, quickly picked up the broken knife he had just dropped, and turned back.

He grabbed Kona's heavy head, aimed at the spot without scales, and thrust it in forcefully.