Hong Kong Film: Starting Undercover from the Five Tigers!

A crazy thought flashed through K's mind, but reason prevailed in the end. He forcibly withdrew his sweeping leg, his body stiffening slightly from the force of the movement.

When masters clash, victory or defeat hinges on the slightest difference.

That stiffness is the flaw!

Liu Wenhao had been waiting for this opportunity! His front kick retracted like a phantom, his toes slamming into the ground, propelling him into the air. His body twisted into a rope-like motion, while his other leg, like a steel whip, unleashed a powerful, unparalleled whip kick straight for K's temple!

Chapter 1320 Bodyguard!

This series of actions was fluid and seamless, from the coercion of trading injury for injury to the lightning strike that seized the opening, so fast that it was dazzling.

A piercing explosion rang out in the air!

Faced with this earth-shattering kick, K's face showed horror for the first time. He never expected that his opponent could not only predict his movements but also set a trap and deliver a fatal blow in such a short time. The wind from the kick stung his face; the threat of death had never felt so real.

In that critical moment, K displayed the terrifying qualities of a top assassin. He didn't retreat, because he knew he couldn't. He didn't block, because he knew he couldn't stop. He suddenly ducked down, crossing his arms to protect his head and neck.

"boom!"

Liu Wenhao's whip kick landed squarely on K's arms as he crossed and blocked.

With a deafening crash, like a speeding car slamming into a concrete wall, K was sent flying by the force of the impact. His feet carved two deep furrows in the gravel-strewn ground, and he stumbled back seven or eight steps before managing to regain his footing.

He lowered his arms, and the sleeves of his two tactical T-shirts, from elbow to wrist, were torn open by the leg wind. On his exposed arms, a shocking red mark was rapidly turning purple and swelling. His arms were trembling violently and uncontrollably, and blood was even seeping from the base of his thumbs.

In contrast, Liu Wenhao landed steadily after his successful strike, though his breathing was slightly rapid. He looked at K, his eyes still calm, but inwardly he was amazed.

That kick was an adaptation of the "Jade Maiden Shuttle" movement from Tai Chi, combined with Taekwondo power techniques; it was one of his most powerful moves. He had originally planned that even if he couldn't knock him out in one blow, he could at least incapacitate his opponent. But K actually took the kick with both arms. Although he was disheveled and injured, he still stood up, and the ferocity in his eyes not only didn't diminish but intensified, like a wild beast that had been completely enraged.

“You…are very good!” K forced out the words through clenched teeth, his voice hoarse as if it were about to bleed. He shook his almost numb arms, the sharp pain in his arm bones causing his facial muscles to twitch. He had underestimated this Chinese man, a grave mistake. This wasn't some empty showmanship; this was real, deadly skill.

Mr. Li was completely dumbfounded. His mind was blank; he only instinctively felt that Liu Wenhao... seemed quite powerful? That flying kick he just delivered was more exaggerated than special effects in a movie. He subconsciously touched his neck, feeling a chill.

"Have you run out of tricks?" K grinned maliciously as he slowly pulled a black, oddly shaped dagger from the back of his tactical trousers.

The dagger was entirely black, non-reflective, with a strangely curved blade and several blood grooves along its length. This was no ordinary knife; it was a murder weapon specifically designed for bleeding and inflicting massive wounds.

The moment the knife was drawn, the atmosphere changed instantly. The previous hand-to-hand combat, though dangerous, remained within the realm of "sparring." But now, with the appearance of the weapon, the nature of the fight had completely transformed into a life-or-death struggle.

Mr. Li's face turned deathly pale. His voice trembled as he cried out, "Wenhao! Stop...stop hitting him! We surrender! I'll give him the money! Give him the money!"

He was scared, truly scared. This was no longer something he could get involved in. He'd rather the construction site shut down, even if it meant losing tens of millions, than see his bodyguard stabbed to death there.

Chapter 1321 The Heart!

Liu Wenhao didn't turn around; he simply waved to President Li, signaling him to be quiet. His gaze was fixed intently on K and the murderous blade in his hand.

"What? Scared?" K pointed the tip of his dagger at Liu Wenhao, his face regaining its cat-and-mouse cruelty. "Fists and kicks are just appetizers. Now, the game truly begins. I will use this knife to carve a beautiful map on your body."

Liu Wenhao took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. He didn't panic when the other party revealed a weapon; instead, his eyes became even sharper than before.

"Weapons are an extension of the arm," Liu Wenhao said slowly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears. "How well a person throws a punch will determine how well they use their weapon. Your fist technique only has ruthlessness, but no foundation. Your knife technique is the same."

"Stubborn!" K growled, refusing to waste any more words. He gripped his dagger and charged forward again.

This time, his movements were even more unpredictable. He lowered his body, like a venomous snake slithering along the ground. The dagger in his hand was sometimes held upright, sometimes in reverse, and with each flash, it was aimed at Liu Wenhao's most vulnerable and fatal areas—his lower abdomen, ribs, and inner thighs.

Faced with the flashing cold light, Liu Wenhao's footwork became even more elusive. He no longer met the attacks head-on, but instead used the advantages of Baguazhang's footwork to constantly dodge and weave within a small space. His body was like a shadow without substance, and K's dagger missed its mark every time, the resulting blade wind cutting through the air with a "hissing" sound.

Mr. Li watched with his heart pounding in his chest, feeling as if it were about to leap out of his throat. Several times, he thought Liu Wenhao was about to be stabbed, but each time, Liu Wenhao managed to dodge in a way that no ordinary person could do. This was no longer martial arts; it was art.

Just then, an extremely untimely cell phone rang in Mr. Li's pocket.

"You are the most beautiful cloud in my sky, let me keep you with my heart!"

The powerful and resonant singing of Phoenix Legend instantly broke the tense atmosphere of life and death on the scene.

Everyone paused in their actions.

K's fierce-looking face twitched slightly, his eyes filled with absurdity and confusion, as if asking: What is this thing?

Liu Wenhao almost threw out his back from the sudden burst of catchy music, stumbling and nearly losing his balance. He turned and glared at President Li.

Mr. Li was also bewildered. He frantically pulled his phone out of his pocket, but the more anxious he became, the less he could get it out. The inside pocket of his suit jacket was particularly fitted, and the phone was stuck inside. His face flushed red, and he awkwardly explained as he tried to pull it out, "N-no... I'm sorry, it's my wife's phone. I... I forgot to change the ringtone..."

"Turn it off right away!" Liu Wenhao shouted in a low voice.

This brief moment of distraction was a golden opportunity in the eyes of an assassin of K's caliber.

"Die!"

K's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He seized the moment when Liu Wenhao turned his head and was distracted, and he sprang up like a crocodile hunting its prey. The dagger in his hand drew a black line of death and went straight for Liu Wenhao's heart!

This strike was swift, precise, and ruthless; there was no way to avoid it!

Mr. Li's eyes widened in disbelief, and his phone fell to the ground. The singing continued: "Singing the most dazzling ethnic style in a leisurely manner..."

Chapter 1322 Insult!

Against the backdrop of this comical singing, a bloody incident is about to occur.

However, just as K's dagger was about to pierce Liu Wenhao's chest, Liu Wenhao made a move that no one could have predicted.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, taking a sudden step forward and twisting his body to the left.

This move was just right to avoid the heart, but K's dagger would still plunge viciously into his left shoulder.

This is a self-destructive fighting style!

A victorious grin spread across K's face. With one arm gone, this guy was doomed.

But his smile froze on his face the next second.

Because he saw that as Liu Wenhao moved to the side and spun around, he used two fingers of his right hand, pointing them together like a sword, to strike his eyes in a decisive and tragic way!

To relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao! To attack what the enemy must defend!

Moreover, this was no feint. Liu Wenhao's eyes told him that if he didn't sheathe his knife, his eyes would definitely be gouged out!

I'd trade an arm for a pair of eyes!

K's mind went completely blank. He was an assassin; he could be ruthless, he could be bloodthirsty, but he couldn't be blind! A blind assassin was worse than a useless piece of trash!

The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything. K almost instinctively abandoned the attack, jerked his head back, and simultaneously withdrew his dagger to parry.

late.

Liu Wenhao's real target wasn't his eyes at all. That was just a feint; the real killing move was yet to come!

Just as K tilted his head back to sheathe his knife, Liu Wenhao's left hand shot out like a venomous snake, grabbing K's wrist that was holding the knife.

Xingyiquan, Tiger Pounce.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Wenhao's body sank down, and his right shoulder slammed forward.

Bajiquan, the Mountain-Pulling Strike!

"Boom!"

The impact struck K squarely in the chest. K felt as if he had been hit head-on by a charging rhinoceros; his sternum made a teeth-grinding "crunch," and a sweet taste rose in his throat. He could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Like a kite with a broken string, he was sent flying backward again, crashing heavily to the ground five meters away. The dagger in his hand also flew out and clattered into the pile of rubble.

The most dazzling ethnic style song just finished its last line at this moment.

The world is finally at peace.

K was left lying on the ground, breathing heavily and coughing violently, with blood foam oozing from the corner of his mouth with each cough.

He lost.

The defeat was utter. From fists and feet to weapons, from strength to strategy, a complete defeat.

Liu Wenhao stood there, a slit in his left shoulder cut by a dagger, a trickle of blood seeping through, but he seemed oblivious to the pain. He looked at K lying on the ground, his expression complex.

He won, but it was a lucky and devastating victory. If it weren't for that unexpected phone call, if he hadn't chosen to trade injury for his life at the last moment, the outcome would have been uncertain.

Mr. Li stared wide-eyed at the scene. After a long while, he finally found his voice and stammered to Liu Wenhao, "Wen...Wenhao, are you...are you alright? Your shoulder is bleeding!"

Liu Wenhao shook his head, then bent down and picked up the black dagger from the ground. He walked up to K and looked down at him.

"you lose."

K lay on the ground, his chest wracked with pain, his breath reeking of blood. His once hawk-like eyes were now filled with humiliation and resentment. He looked at Liu Wenhao standing before him, and at the murderous blade that had sustained him, and hoarsely uttered, "Kill me."

Chapter 1323 Hospital!

For someone like him, failure is harder to accept than death. The word "failure" doesn't exist in his life motto: either complete the task, or die on the way. To be defeated like this, lying on the ground like a dead dog, is the greatest insult to him.

Liu Wenhao toyed with the dagger in his hand. The blade was very light, but the center of gravity was excellent, giving it a strangely comfortable feel in his hand. This was indeed a good knife for killing.

"Kill you?" Liu Wenhao shook his head, his tone indifferent. "I said we only talk about winning and losing. You lost, and according to the agreement, you and your people are never allowed to set foot here again."

"You think this is the end?" K coughed up blood, a sinister smile creeping across his face. "I'm just a dog under Mr. Zhao's command. You've driven one dog away, but more, fiercer dogs will come knocking. You've won today, but what about tomorrow? Can you protect me forever?"

His words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Mr. Li's head, who had just breathed a sigh of relief. Mr. Li's face turned grim again. Yes, they had driven away one K, but that "Mr. Zhao," whose voice was heard but whose face was never seen, was the mastermind. As long as he didn't give up, trouble would never stop.

Ignoring K's threat, Liu Wenhao crouched down and gently pressed the tip of the dagger against K's carotid artery. The cold touch instantly stiffened K's body; he could clearly feel that if the other man tightened his grip even slightly, his life would be over.

“In your view, violence is the only way to solve all problems.” Liu Wenhao’s gaze swept over the blood groove of the dagger. “You used it to break other people’s arms, wanted to use it to carve maps on my body, and even wanted to use it to pierce my heart. You believe in it as if you believe in a god.”

He paused, his fingers twitched slightly, and the blade of the dagger left a shallow bloodstain on K's skin.

"But have you ever thought about how it feels when the things you believe in turn turn against you?"

K didn't speak, but his eyes said it all. It was fear. The primal fear of having one's life completely controlled by another, of being on the verge of death at the other's mercy. He now understood that Liu Wenhao's earlier words, "I won't kill you," weren't mercy, but a more sophisticated strategy—a psychological attack.

Kill him, and the matter will be settled. But not killing him, letting him live on with the shame of defeat and the fear of being threatened with death, is the greatest punishment for someone like him.

"Get lost." Liu Wenhao sheathed his dagger, stood up, and casually tossed the murder weapon into a nearby sand pile. "Go back and tell your Mr. Zhao that we've secured this land. Let him use whatever means he wants. But next time, the person who comes might not be as lucky as you to be able to walk back on his own."

His words were calm, but the warning they contained carried more weight than any of K's previous threats.

K struggled to his feet, clutching his aching chest, and gave Liu Wenhao a deep look. Gone was the cruelty and mockery of before, the resentment of defeat; only a complex mix of fear and malice remained in his eyes. Without a word, he turned and limped out of the construction site, his back view desolate and disheveled.

Watching K walk away, Mr. Li finally felt completely relieved. He rushed to Liu Wenhao's side and anxiously checked his wounds: "Wenhao! How are you? Are you badly hurt? Quick, let's go to the hospital!"