Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"It's alright," David thought, as he pulled a button off his clothes and put it into the barrel of the gun.

"To utterly humiliate him, a single button... is enough!"

After a dramatic burst of drumbeats, he bowed to the audience.

"boom--!!"

Gunshots.

Almost at the same time, Zhu Kuilong reached out and grabbed, and between his two fingers, a button flew in.

……

"Oh oh ...

After a brief silence, the audience finally realized what had happened and erupted in earth-shaking cheers and applause! People love to see nothing more than two things: a magician's great success, with thousands cheering; or a magician's complete blunder, with everyone laughing at him.

In this duel, two wishes will be fulfilled at once.

"This is impossible, this..." David looked on in astonishment, then turned to look at his gun barrel. When he confirmed that the button had indeed been fired, his expression became even more shocked. "How did you do that?!"

"No martial art in the world is invincible."

Zhu Kuilong raised his head slightly and cast a meaningful glance at the corner on the side of the second floor, "Speed ​​is the only way to win."

"when!"

The sound of a button falling to the ground, like a startled gong, announced the outcome of the battle.

David's face turned blue and purple, and he gritted his teeth in anger as he turned to leave.

"Wait a minute." Zhu Kuilong suddenly flicked his hand, conjuring a brand-new Colt revolver from the colorful cloud carpet, and pressed the hammer in full view of everyone. "Your turn."

"boom!!"

The bullet was fired, and David clearly lacked the skill; in fact, his heart sank when he saw his opponent produce a revolver. The magic trick of catching a bullet could only be performed with old-fashioned flintlock pistols, because their gunpowder and bullet were loaded separately. A revolver, however, had no such limitation; once the trigger was pulled, the bullet would inevitably fire, and only a god could catch it.

My right hand felt a chill at first. When I looked up, I saw that my middle and ring fingers had been broken off by bullets and were spurting blood.

"Ah—!! Ah—!!"

The adrenaline kicked in, and after a few seconds, he felt the pain. He instantly half-squatted down, his expression contorted in agony. His pathetic defeat drew all the audience's attention. Even though no one was watching, Zhu Kuilong on stage still bowed slightly downwards. With a flick of the cloud carpet, a puff of smoke emerged, followed by the drifting of several red maple leaves.

This is the advantage of a high vantage point; Xiaomei could see the entire magician's duel from above, unlike the audience below who were blinded by a single scene. Her gaze remained fixed on Zhu Kuilong.

That's why she felt so terrified.

After the smoke cleared, a living person simply vanished from the stage.

"It's gone... I can't believe this actually happened..."

"Where have you been?"

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Zhang Renfeng didn't know the answer.

He felt his heart beating faster and faster, as if an unseen voice was urging him to stand up and get ready.

He did so.

The next moment, Zhu Kuilong braced himself on the edge of the railing with one hand, exerted force with his five fingers, and leaped over the second-floor railing with incredible lightness. He clenched his left fist and punched Zhang Renfeng in the abdomen.

"Thump—!!"

Zhang Renfeng's expression changed drastically. He stumbled backward, crashing into the chairs behind him, pulling out an entire row of chairs along with him, and then crashing into the row behind him.

Fortunately, there was no one else sitting in this secluded corner.

The metal components connecting the rows of seats were twisted and deformed by the immense force, and the ear-piercing sound was drowned out by the boiling voices of the people below.

Zhu Kuilong, expressionless, threw the punch almost simultaneously with mid-air. Xiao Mei, standing nearby, witnessed the entire scene: unlike Zhang Renfeng's fist, which was as big as a sandbag, Zhu Kuilong's fist was clenched tightly, almost like a piece of steel cast into one piece. As the punch passed, it whistled through the air and indeed briefly embedded itself in his abdomen.

The force exerted was far greater than it appeared.

Even the third-row seats were affected, with the metal rods underneath slightly deformed before the kinetic energy was completely dissipated.

Everything happened so fast, like a flash of lightning, that Zhang Renfeng only had time to utter one sentence. Unfortunately, it was probably in his hometown dialect, which Xiaomei and Xien couldn't understand at all.

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"Wait a minute, Senior Brother!" he said, raising his hand to stop them. "This has nothing to do with these two people!"

"...You still know that?"

Zhu Kuilong replied coldly, but showed no mercy in his attack. A high, crescent-shaped kick pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound, striking Zhang Renfeng precisely on the side of his neck.

"boom----!!"

The exquisite wall was smashed through, and Zhang Renfeng broke through it in such a disheveled manner for the first time. He had to roll around once in the corridor to dissipate the force. When he got up again, he was covered in dust and wood chips, some of which had even fallen into his collar, making him itchy all over.

Unfortunately, now is not the time to deal with these details.

Zhu Kuilong was walking slowly toward him through the gap he had personally kicked out.

He caught Zhu Kuilong's movement trend—his upper body remained still, but the outline of his entire body suddenly became blurred. He truly lived up to the saying "still as a virgin, swift as a rabbit," even more so than that!

In a fleeting moment, he disappeared from Zhang Renfeng's sight, with only the end of his braid glimpsed in his peripheral vision.

……

fast!

too fast!

Zhang Renfeng's heart sank instantly. Just as he had expected, the senior brother on the stage was only at the level he had been seven years ago.

Ancient magic tricks are all about speed; without speed, they're meaningless. So, to what extent had he honed this unique skill passed down to him by his master during this period?

"Of all martial arts techniques in the world, none are invincible except for speed."

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"top!"

……

"when--!!"

A powerful, penetrating punch pierced Zhang Renfeng's throat, just like the "greeting" they exchanged upon first meeting. The blow struck Zhang Renfeng's throat directly, producing a metallic clang. He straightened his throat, straining his shoulders and neck together to withstand the blow.

This was the first time he had felt any pressure.

He felt the truth again after a long time: "Qi-hard kung fu is not invincible."

When his master taught him martial arts, he said beforehand: Every martial art has its advantages and disadvantages. Even a Qi Hard Technique cannot be used from head to toe. It is just that its versatility is greater, nothing more.

Fortunately, it's still okay, we can still hold on!

……

Within that small space, Zhu Kuilong glanced at him expressionlessly, as if he could see right through his junior brother's thoughts.

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"break!"

Chapter 209: Junior Brother, Where's Your Lesser Formless Skill? (Part 66)

When the sound came out, Zhang Renfeng already had a bad feeling.

Because Zhu Kuilong, with lightning speed, pressed down on his shoulder with his left hand, while his right hand assumed the unique "Pig's Trotter Strike" of Chiyou Fist—a fist with four fingers clenched and the thumb slightly protruding, much like the "thumbs up" gesture in later generations, except that the thumb was only slightly protruding, like a hidden weapon concealed among the four fingers, waiting for the right moment to strike!

"Boom!"

One punch.

The blow was short and powerful, striking Zhang Renfeng's lower abdomen, or more precisely, near his navel. The force penetrated his skin and flesh, reaching his internal organs!

"Woo..."

Zhang Renfeng staggered a few steps, his brows furrowed, and his internal energy underwent a dramatic change.

"Shenque acupoint?!"

When it comes to the art of acupoint striking, it's truly a case of "those taught by the same master are incompatible." He knew how to strike acupoints, and so did Zhu Kuilong. This blow, the Pig's Trotter, struck precisely between Zhang Renfeng's Shui Shui and Qi Hai points, forcefully breaking through Zhang Renfeng's Qi Hard Technique...

It should be so.

"Drink—!!" Zhang Renfeng roared, raising his arm to exert force again, his muscles showing a clear outline.

"Hmph, at least you still have some basic skills." Zhu Kuilong's tone was as if he were watching a joke. He put his hands behind his back and slowly paced around. "No matter how well a person practices Qigong, once they are hit in the Shenque acupoint by a pig's hoof, their skills will be greatly diminished."

“But you were taught by your master, so you shouldn’t be that fragile.”

While he was rambling on, Zhang Renfeng caught his breath, clenched his fists, then relaxed them again, and rallied his spirits.

"But I should have told you, it's always been like this..."

"You're relying too much on your Qigong!"

……

Hook your leg...kick!

"Thump—!!"

A slashing kick swept through the air with a crisp sound as Zhang Renfeng's toe embedded itself in the wall, creating another dent in the unfortunate structure. The power of the kick did not disappoint him, but it missed its target. Zhu Kuilong's dodging speed was simply not on the same level as these local opponents.

Having spent too much time grinding in the low-level game, I suddenly don't know how to fight when I encounter opponents of the same level.

Her long braid drew an arc in the air, and before Zhang Renfeng could see her clearly, her five fingers had already twisted into a claw shape and gripped his throat.

"top!"

He exerted all his strength and violently shook it away.

"Snapped!"

Dragon claw grips the shoulder.

To prevent him from twisting his shoulder blades again, Zhang Renfeng raised his arms and pushed him away.

However, the moment he raised his hand, Zhu Kuilong changed his move again, and with a tearing sound, used his dragon claws to easily rip open his outer garment and grab his ribs.

Zhang Renfeng was well aware of his opponent's finger strength. Like the Dragon Claw Kung Fu, it was not to be underestimated. While he wouldn't suffer any physical injuries, if his ribs were struck and the five fingers exerted force, it was highly likely that his bones would break from the inside!

"ha----!!"

Zhang Renfeng shouted and exerted his strength a second time, raising his elbows high to pry open the claws that were gripping his ribs.

A cold, deep glint flashed in the senior brother's eyes, as if he were utterly disappointed in his junior brother's choice. His hand moved again, the Dragon Claw Hand transforming into a Pig's Hoof Hammer, striking towards the wide-open sides of his abdomen.

"Boom!!"

The central acupoint is Zhangmen.

"Oh...ah..."

Compared to before, the force of this strike was clearly different. Zhu Kuilong knew very well that the strength of Qi Hardness lay in channeling energy to generate power. Therefore, if he couldn't channel his energy, he couldn't use it. The energy he had just gathered was once again dispersed, and he quickly ducked down, shrinking to a position directly in front of Zhang Renfeng.

He spun around, kicked out, and like a rabbit kicking an eagle, delivered a standard upward kick!

"Thump—!!"

His ankle rotated, accelerating the force. The sole of his shoe landed precisely on Zhang Renfeng's chin. As if kicked by a horse, a crisp cracking sound came from his jawbone, while the bright white lights of the theater corridor flashed past in his field of vision.

……

ground?

ground.

How long has it been since my head touched the ground?

The moment my head hit the ground, the whole world went dark, as if a light bulb had been turned off.

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How long was she unconscious?

Thirty seconds? A minute? Or longer?

Zhang Renfeng struggled to open his eyes, only to see Xi En clutching his abdomen, foaming at the mouth, and collapsed on the ground. Xiao Mei, meanwhile, was being choked by him, her feet slightly off the ground, her expression one of extreme pain.

In a long-range sniping situation, there might be a chance with a gun, but at this distance... Zhu Kuilong's advantage is simply too great.