Madman!

Chapter 108: Is This Human?

"They say biting dogs don't bark. You're making so much noise just to bolster your courage. By the way, that woman you sent really was quite something," Chen Wujun mocked, maintaining the stance of the Master's Three Arching Hands.

Although he was more skilled in the Swimming Dragon Palm, his fighting style was naturally violent and ferocious. Consequently, the wide, sweeping movements of the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer suited his temperament far better.

The Master's Three Arching Hands technique was balanced in both offense and defense, and he had gained significant insight into its nuances during the ongoing battle.

However, he did not let his guard down; instead, he sought to provoke his opponent with words first.

If the man tried to clash with him head-on, he was as good as dead.

Perched on the beam, Zhou Qing shook his head slightly. He had walked a righteous path all his life, yet this "Little Sixteen" was an absolute scoundrel.

Yet, one could hardly blame him. Having traveled through East District 8 and East District 7, Zhou Qing had realized thirty years ago that disciples who strictly followed the rules—no matter how talented—had limited potential.

As the old saying went: "If a family lacks a daring rogue, where will the fortune come from?"

Without someone willing to fight and take risks, how could a family ever grow rich or change its circumstances?

By the same logic, unless one was ambitious and audacious enough to reach for the heavens, it was difficult to attain the heights he desired.Sure enough, upon hearing Chen Wujun's words, anger flared in Nguyen Van Son's heart. His eyes seemed to spit fire, though he forcefully suppressed the urge.

He stomped down, causing his leather shoe to burst apart. Balancing on one leg with arms spread wide and neck extended, he stood there resembling a great white crane pecking for food in the shallows.

Having observed from the sidelines earlier, he knew Chen Wujun possessed immense strength and mastered Horizontal Training Kung Fu.

The only way to break through was to employ the Crane, Snake, and Mantis forms.

Chen Wujun charged forward with sliding steps, crossing the dozen-meter distance in just two or three strides. His muscles knotted like coiled pythons, undulating in waves as Dragon Force surged through his entire body. Leading with arched fists, he unleashed an Arching Hammer strike.

Before the hammer even landed, the force of the wind hit Nguyen Van Son like a wall, forcing his eyes shut.

'What a ferocious move! I absolutely cannot block or press against it! The moment I apply pressure, he'll borrow my force and strike back with an even deadlier hammer,' Nguyen Van Son thought. He had seen this clearly from the sidelines.

He dodged to the side with extreme agility, his hands forming beaks imbued with bone-penetrating force. One hand pecked at the joint of Chen Wujun's arm, while the other pecked at his eyes.

He arrived before Chen Wujun's face like a bolt of lightning.

To defeat a man, first break his courage; to break his courage, first strike his eyes.

Nguyen Van Son understood this principle well.

When fighting Chen Wujun, he had to target the joints and vulnerable weak points, especially the eyes.

Many people panic when their eyes are struck, which leads to fatal mistakes.

Chen Wujun's Three Arching Hands struck only air. His left foot stepped to the outside of his right, and with a twist of his torso, he leaned forward and swept his leg up, transitioning instantly from the Master's Three Arching Hands of the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer to the Swimming Dragon Palm.

Nguyen Van Son's vision blurred, and he hurriedly raised his leg to retreat.

Chen Wujun instantly sprang forward. His right hand formed a hook and lashed out in a straight line like a cracking whip, aiming directly for Nguyen Van Son's throat with speed that defied reaction.

The air cracked with a sharp "Pa!" as his arm whipped through it.

In that split second, he had switched from Swimming Dragon Palm to Through-Back Fist.

Goosebumps instantly erupted across Nguyen Van Son's throat, covering his neck in a dense wave of dread.

It was a reaction to shock and the sensing of imminent danger. Without time to think, he stepped back, while his right hand pecked swiftly at Chen Wujun's wrist. He let out a clear, piercing crane cry—a sharp sound used to channel his Qi and amplify his force.

Chen Wujun shook his right hand, and his fist collided with Nguyen Van Son's crane beak. Nguyen Van Son felt as if he had pecked into solid hardwood.

Chen Wujun, too, felt a stinging pain in his finger bones.

Even with his Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Cover protecting him, his fingers trembled involuntarily.

'Penetrating Bone Force!' Chen Wujun realized instantly.

He hadn't expected this member of the Luoyue People to have mastered Penetrating Bone Force. By concentrating power into a single point, a strike might only leave redness and swelling on the surface, but the internal damage would be severe.

Chen Wujun shook his hand, then clasped his fists together, returning to the Master's Three Arching Hands stance.

Nguyen Van Son landed on both feet. His hands, positioned one high and one low, quivered like a snake flicking its tongue as he transitioned from Crane form to Snake form.

He was truly startled. He hadn't expected Chen Wujun, with his hard external conditioning, to be so agile. The transition between fist and palm was as smooth as flowing water and floating clouds, without the slightest hitch.

"Sss..." A faint hissing sound emerged from Nguyen Van Son's throat. His footwork became erratic and ghostly; no longer the light, agile hops of the Crane, but the ground-hugging slither of the Snake, circling Chen Wujun to find an opening.

Coupled with his spiteful eyes, he looked exactly like a venomous viper.

Observing from above, Zhou Qing shook his head slightly. 'Years ago, the Luoyue People learned the Five Plum Blossom Fist and other Southern styles, then added their own elements to create the Qi Observation Way. Over the years, they have indeed produced some experts.'

'However, this man below hasn't mastered the essence. He only learned the coiling and grappling, neglecting the finger acupoint strikes. He trained in agility but missed the ground-fighting techniques. If he had continued using the agile Crane form, he might have lasted a while longer. But switching to the Snake form to grapple? He is digging his own grave.'

With the discerning eye of a top-tier master, Zhou Qing saw through Nguyen Van Son's foundation at a glance and knew he was about to die.

Chen Wujun pivoted to follow Nguyen Van Son's movements, keeping him squarely in front. Without waiting for Nguyen Van Son to strike, Chen Wujun moved his feet and instantly appeared before him, unleashing another Arching Hammer in a sweeping arc.

Nguyen Van Son's eyelids twitched. He twisted his body, his boneless-seeming hands wrapping around Chen Wujun's left arm.

Chen Wujun immediately felt as though a large python had coiled around his left arm, rendering it nearly immobile.

'Silk Reeling Force!'

The Swimming Dragon Palm also contained Silk Reeling Force. Although Chen Wujun practiced a fierce and forceful variation of the palm style, he still knew a thing or two about this type of energy.

Especially since their arms were in contact, he immediately used Listening Force to sense Nguyen Van Son's power and center of gravity.

'He wants to snap my arm!' The thought flashed through Chen Wujun's mind in an instant.

After wrapping his hands around Chen Wujun's arm, Nguyen Van Son violently flipped his body to the side, intending to use his entire body weight to twist and break Chen Wujun's limb.

Chen Wujun simultaneously separated his hands, transitioning from the Master's Three Arching Hands to the Swimming Dragon Palm. He flipped his body with the momentum, his right hand locking onto Nguyen Van Son's wrist, while his foot slid forward to stomp on Nguyen Van Son's instep.

Although his foot was raised only palm-high from the ground, the stomp carried enough power to crack mountain rock—it was incredibly ferocious.

Nguyen Van Son dared not let that stomp land. Exerting sudden force with his hands, he scrambled backward, attempting to drag Chen Wujun off balance.

But Chen Wujun was prepared. As Nguyen Van Son pulled, Chen Wujun borrowed the force to lunge forward. His right foot planted heavily on the ground, while his left foot shot out like a viper leaving its hole, kicking silently toward Nguyen Van Son's chest.

Chen Wujun had trained this move, "Phoenix Throwing into Nest," to the peak of perfection. In a flash of lightning, Nguyen Van Son's vision blurred as a black shadow arrived at his chest.

Nguyen Van Son was terrified, instantly realizing he was in trouble.

He wanted to retreat further, but his wrist was tightly locked in Chen Wujun's grip.

At the same time, a surge of Qi rose from Chen Wujun's chest and burst from his throat.

"ROAR!"

A sky-shaking tiger's roar rang out.

Already unable to break free, Nguyen Van Son was caught off guard. The tiger roar scattered his blood and Qi instantly.

Chen Wujun's roar not only disrupted his opponent's energy but also used sound to amplify power, adding yet another layer of force to his kick.

BANG!

This heart-shattering kick sent Nguyen Van Son flying into the air, accompanied by the sickening crunch of his chest.

Chen Wujun switched footing in a blur. The moment his left foot touched the ground, his right foot lashed out like a whip, striking Nguyen Van Son's chest again.

CRACK!

This kick shattered an unknown number of Nguyen Van Son's ribs, causing him to spurt a mouthful of blood while still in mid-air.

Chen Wujun's arms suddenly bulged as he violently yanked Nguyen Van Son back, slamming him toward the ground with full force.

BOOM!

The concrete floor exploded into a human-shaped crater. Amidst the sound of breaking bones, Nguyen Van Son lay there limply, countless bones shattered.

Chen Wujun's eyes were filled with cruel savagery. He exerted force with both arms, lifting Nguyen Van Son like a tattered sack and smashing him into the concrete floor once more.

BOOM!

Nguyen Van Son lay in the pit, blood gushing from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. He wasn't breathing.

This Shengsha expert, just like his younger brother, died without a single intact bone in his body.

Just as Zhou Qing had predicted, if Nguyen Van Son had used the agile Crane form, he could have sparred with Chen Wujun for a while.

But after switching to the Snake form and attempting grazing grappling...

Chen Wujun's specialty was the Swimming Dragon Palm. He was agile and skilled in Listening Force. With a single touch, he knew exactly where Nguyen Van Son's force and center of gravity lay, beating him to death in just a few moves.

"Master, it's done!" Chen Wujun called out to Zhou Qing.

At this moment, Chen Wujun had only broken a light sweat. Relying on the Horizontal Training of the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Cover, he hadn't needed to exert his full strength against these opponents.

He had only used a bit of effort when facing Nguyen Van Son.

The weapon racks stored above rained down, yet they hit the ground with a single, collective metallic thud; the weapons resting on them didn't even rattle.

Zhou Qing hopped down to the floor and said, "They follow the path of the Qi Observation Way. Years ago, the Luoyue People learned the Five Plum Blossom Fist from the south..."

Zhou Qing explained the origins of the opponent's kung fu.

Only then did Chen Wujun understand.

No matter how talented he was at martial arts, his experience was still limited. In fact, he had only ever seen the Mantis and Snake forms used by these Luoyue People.

"For instance, the Snake form includes acupoint striking, coiling grappling, and ground fighting. He only learned the coiling grappling but missed the acupoint strikes and ground fighting. Otherwise, you would have been in trouble. The moment you pulled him, he would have borrowed your force to attack your lower body, and you would have suffered a great loss."

"Kung fu isn't just about training; it's about observation. You must understand the strengths of various schools to know what to expect. At the very least, if you've seen similar moves, you won't be caught off guard and suffer for it."

"I understand, Master. I was actually planning to find time to visit those two Old Arts schools in the Walled City to see what they're made of," Chen Wujun replied immediately.

"That's enough for today. Clean this place up. Oh, and there's still someone outside," Zhou Qing said indifferently.

"I'll take care of it." Chen Wujun strode forward and slid open the warehouse doors. Outside the courtyard gate, he saw several cars parked, with a man leaning against one of them, smoking.

Seeing the doors open, the man immediately looked over.

Seeing Chen Wujun emerge from the warehouse, the Lidong gangster thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He looked closer, and upon confirming it wasn't the Luoyue People, he was scared out of his wits.

The Lidong gangster scrambled back into the car, desperate to drive away.

However, just as the engine roared to life, Chen Wujun sprinted over, his legs powered by the undulating, scale-like muscles of his back. His arm lashed out like a steel whip, slamming violently onto the car's hood.

BOOM!

The rear of the car buckled upward as the front half was smashed into the ground. The front tires burst, the hood crumpled and collapsed completely, and the windshield shattered into a spiderweb.

It looked as if the car had been crushed by a steamroller.

Inside, the Lidong gangster was shaken senseless. He sat there, dumbstruck as a wooden chicken, his mind a complete blank.

Is this a human?

Is this even human?

It took a long time for him to come to his senses. Sobbing, he slammed his foot on the gas pedal.

"Drive... Come on, drive..."

Accompanied by the screech of tearing metal, Chen Wujun ripped the car door right off its hinges.

Reaching in, he dragged the Lidong gangster out and hauled him back toward the warehouse.