Chapter 2 The Explosiveness of a Huajin Master

How terrifying was the explosive power of a Huajin martial artist?

A tiger in the mountains needed five seconds to cover a hundred meters. A Huajin master, less than four!

The blade borrowed momentum, erupting suddenly with a force capable of cleaving a man in two from head to toe!

"Ito-kun!"

"It's Ito-kun!"

"Ito-kun is here!"

Some gunmen were overjoyed at the sight of the newcomer, and the gunfire paused for a moment.

"Huajin?"

Wang Zhixuan's eyes narrowed slightly. With a backhand strike, she shattered the skull of the gunman behind her.

Turning, she stepped forward to meet the incoming blade.

*Zheng* ~

The burst of light from the blade was instantaneous.

Swift and fierce, the blade's attack was relentless, a violent advance with no turning back!

An Qisheng felt a jolt in his heart, and the hairs on his body stood on end. A wave of nausea washed over him.

It was like standing before an abyss, like the earthquake in his previous life, facing the overwhelming concrete crashing down.

He sensed a tremendous danger.

He couldn't dodge!

He couldn't retreat!

As the crisis loomed, An Qisheng's mind suddenly cleared.

*Hu* ~

His chest rose and fell, his waist tensing like a bow.

At the same time, his foot slammed down!

The Bajiquan (Eight Extremities Fist) *zhen jiao* (震脚, foot stomp) technique was unleashed to its limit at that moment.

With just one stomp, An Qisheng's eyes turned red, and his ears buzzed as if he'd gone deaf.

The Bajiquan *zhen jiao* contained hidden dangers; excessive force could even injure the back of the head.

An Qisheng's stomp was too forceful, shattering the jade-like floor beneath his feet. How immense was the force?

Had an ordinary person without martial arts knowledge stomped like that, it would have been enough to give themselves a severe concussion, cerebral palsy, or even break their spine and die on the spot!

*Bang!*

The huge rebounding force traveled from his leg to his waist,

to his hips,

to his shoulders,

to his arms!

His body twisted, and his back slammed heavily into the rockery where he was hiding!

*Boom!*

Startled, An Qisheng's hidden force fully erupted, shattering the rockery behind him.

He used the immense impact to propel himself backward, while his long spear drew an astonishing arc, smashing down on the violent blade light!

"Whoever wants me dead, I will kill them!"

Under the threat of death, An Qisheng's will was highly concentrated.

In that instant, he even saw the cloud-like patterns on the oncoming katana and the astonishment on the face of the person wielding it.

"Another expert?"

An Qisheng's reaction was extreme. The spear split the air like a staff, and the erupting momentum made Ito Makoto, who had unleashed the blade, tremble.

"Well done!"

After the initial shock, Ito Makoto's eyes lit up, and he met the sweeping spear head-on with the blade he had thrust out!

*Clang!*

A burst of air, accompanied by a deafening clash of metal, exploded in the night sky!

The spear was thrown high, and An Qisheng felt his fingers go numb. His palm split open, injured by the impact.

But he didn't retreat an inch. He lowered the raised spear, following his momentum and darting out from the left, bursting forth like a viper striking from the ground.

The trembling spear became straight as it thrust forward!

"His strength hasn't reached Huajin!"

Ito Makoto's long blade trembled in his palm. After the collision, he advanced instead of retreating, lifting his blade for another strike!

*Chi* ~

Amidst the sound of tearing silk, the blade cut through the air, clashing with the spear.

An inch longer, an inch stronger. To deal with a spear, one had to close the distance.

Ito Makoto's eyes turned red, and the blade light around him flickered, like a steel hedgehog, stubbornly facing An Qisheng's spear, closing in step by step.

"I'm no match for this man's Huajin strength in a direct confrontation."

An Qisheng knew this clearly.

This Japanese swordsman's swordsmanship was extraordinary, each strike containing the alternating shifts of four layers of force: Ming Gang (openly hard), Ming Rou (openly soft), An Gang (covertly hard), and An Rou (covertly soft).

After only a few clashes, his arm was already numb and somewhat inflexible.

If he allowed the swordsman to close in, the consequences were obvious. He would surely be cut down on the spot!

An Qisheng's mind flashed with various thoughts, but his hands didn't pause for a moment.

The spear danced at high speed, like a dragon or snake coiling in the sky. All his strikes were now powered by hidden force. After several collisions, his palms were covered in blood, but he didn't fall behind.

The unleashing of hidden force consumed the most energy. Even a Huajin grandmaster couldn't unleash it with every strike.

If they did, they'd exhaust themselves to death before killing the enemy.

But facing an expert whose skill was clearly superior to his, An Qisheng had no other choice.

"Oh?"

Wang Zhixuan had already taken a step forward, but upon seeing the collision between the two, she paused.

After thinking for a moment, she turned and plunged into the night like a tiger, attacking the gunmen amidst the hail of bullets.

Her steps were swift as lightning, her movements like a tiger or leopard. Her arms rose, and her ten fingers danced, like a dragon or an eagle. It was none other than the Dragon-Tiger Great Capturing Hand technique!

*Crack* ~

Just as a gunman fired, he felt a blur before his eyes. Before he could see clearly, he felt a pain in his neck. Wang Zhixuan had torn his throat.

Immediately afterward, she stepped forward again and disappeared into the forest. In the next second, a tall, large man had all his bones shattered by a single tremor from her hand!

Of all the martial arts, capturing techniques were the most brutal.

There were ancient legends of fierce generals who could tear a man in two with their bare hands.

Wang Zhixuan's attacks at this moment were no less terrifying than those ancient generals. Death upon being touched, crippling upon being grazed.

For a time, the gunfire in the courtyard became sporadic!

"Baga! Baga! Baga!"

Hearing the screams in the courtyard, Ito Makoto's anger grew stronger and finally erupted.

*Zheng* ~~~

He raised one hand, his five fingers spread wide, to meet An Qisheng's spear smashing down like a staff.

The tendons on his arm tightened, bursting his sleeve, the dark tendons intertwined, as if covering his arm with iron armor.

His five fingers were thick and large, like five radishes.

It seemed he was trying to grab An Qisheng's spear with his bare hands!

"Trying to seize my spear?"

A sneer appeared on An Qisheng's face.

Fighting barehanded against a weapon was only possible when there was an insurmountable gap between the two combatants.

This Japanese swordsman wasn't that much stronger than him!

*Buzz* ~

His arm trembled, and the spear emitted a 'whooshing' sound, vibrating violently as waves of force surged.

Unless this Japanese swordsman was ten times more skilled than him, there was no way he could seize his spear!

*Pa Da!*

In the next instant, Ito Makoto's eyes bulged, and his thick hand gripped An Qisheng's spear with a 'crack'!

*Ci La* ~

In that instant, the skin on his arm tore, and blood spurted out.

But he seemed oblivious. While gripping the spear, the blade hanging down from his other hand surged forth again!

The blade rose halfway, then slashed down from above with savage force!

*Ci La!*

The sound of cloth tearing filled the air.

The ferocity of this strike was even more terrifying than the previous one, delivered with the momentum of a hundred-meter sprint!

To the eye, it was like lightning suddenly appearing in a clear sky.

Or like the sun suddenly rising in the deep night!

In an instant, blood flowed from An Qisheng's eyes, as if pierced by the sharp light. He lost all awareness of his surroundings!

"Good!"

With the violent blade light slashing down and the spear bound by the enemy, his eyes still bleeding, An Qisheng suddenly laughed.

"Hm?"

Hearing the laughter, Ito Makoto's heart skipped a beat.

Has this man gone mad?

"Not good!!!"

Suddenly, Ito Makoto's expression changed drastically. He abruptly retracted his blade and held it horizontally in front of him.

It was because the expert who wielded the spear had actually drawn a gun from behind!

In the next instant, explosive flames erupted from the muzzle:

*Bang!*

*Bang!*

*Bang!*