Unpredictable like shadows, swift as thunder!
The green light emitted from Gao Jin's sword sheath, Leyu couldn't dodge it!
Yinyin Yin had warned of such danger — even though Leyu was already on guard, the internal suspect could still employ moves that Leyu couldn't evade or counter. At worst, Leyu would be humiliated and seriously injured, and at worst... Leyu would have to switch to a new car!
But to say the least, Leyu is quite satisfied with the Chiyu Flow sports car he has now. After all, it's young, has bright headlights, sufficient power, and is comfortable to drive. Unless faced with the pressure of a luxury car like Lamborghini, Leyu will surely resist to the end!
As Leyu braced for serious injury, the green light already pierced into his abdomen, tearing his clothes, and then...
Then, nothing else happened.
Leyu felt like his stomach was poked, but for someone with the Residual Blood Physique, this poke hurts no more than stepping on a Lego model.
Just this? Just this? Just this?
Leyu swept his left leg, kicking Gao Jin's knee pit area, forcing him to kneel down, tightly gripping his right wrist to press him down: "Surrender, or say goodbye to your delicate wife."
'Delicate wife, what delicate wife...' Before Gao Jin could question his inner doubt, he felt a sharp pain from his right wrist. The dislocation pain made him gasp, groan softly, and break into a cold sweat.
Leyu looked at Gao Jin with some respect, brother, your wrist is about to be twisted into a pretzel, and yet you didn't utter a word. I consider you a tough guy.
"Admit defeat!"
Lin Xue decisively interrupted the duel. Leyu snorted and kicked Gao Jin's butt, sending him flying back into the crowd, then looked down to check his injuries.
The clothes on his left abdomen were pierced, and there was an obvious purple bruise on his abdomen, as if someone had hit it with a hammer. Although injured, it wasn't serious. According to Chiyu Flow's knowledge, he just needed to go to the Medical Bureau to find a skilled master for a massage, and it would mostly recover.
Leyu's face was stern: "Your final move, could it be..."
"Yes, it's the Seven Emotions Combat Technique." Gao Jin was supported to stand up, gasping heavily, and glared at Leyu, gritting his teeth: "Although I've made great progress in the Seven Emotions Combat Technique due to anger, ultimately, I haven't practiced long enough; otherwise, my sword light could have cut you in half! It's infuriating!"
"So it's the Seven Emotions Combat Technique." Leyu was suddenly enlightened.
The Seven Emotions Combat Technique is a very special system within the Shining Eighteen Combat Techniques, with very high demands on the practitioner—this demand isn't based on lineage, physique, or intelligence, but rather on emotional requirements.
Contrary to other combat techniques that require practitioners to maintain a 'calm mind,' the Seven Emotions Combat Technique demands that practitioners stay in an emotional state constantly. Emotions like great joy, great anger, great sorrow, great fear, great love, great hatred, and great desire all amplify the Seven Emotions Combat Technique significantly.
Martial Artists practicing the Seven Emotions can pollute their Spiritual Power through emotions, thereby affecting light construction and even assimilating the brilliance of heaven and earth. It's a combat technique that resists conventional learning, with great variances in its limits.
During past war times, a playboy experienced his country's destruction, witnessing the end of prosperity, then immersed himself in the Seven Emotions Combat Technique, turned white-haired overnight, learned swordcraft by day, invaded enemy troops by evening, single-handedly slaughtered through an army of a hundred thousand, beheaded the enemy leader, and then returned to a ruined old residence, dying in solitude.
Simply put, it's a protagonist combat technique capable of bursting a microcosm, akin to sacrificing parents for infinite power, but few strong people become famous with this technique, and even fewer can enter its gates.
It's normal; for example, many think they have depression, but mostly it's just forced melancholy for new poems. Many emotions one believes to be earth-shattering are actually just trivial, and the Seven Emotions Combat Technique can only be learned by true orphans who've experienced the world's harshness.
As Leyu knew, Gao Jin indeed seemed to be an orphan, with Lin Jinyao being more than a mentor to him, almost like a father.
As for Gao Jin practicing the Seven Emotions Combat Technique, Leyu wasn't surprised—because it's one of the combat techniques taught at the military academy!
To them, the Seven Emotions Combat Technique is basically a lottery ticket, or an insurance policy.
After all, the unpredictability of life means potentially dying tomorrow, turning white-haired overnight, or becoming a supreme being with deep-rooted emotions?
Moreover, military academy martial artists either go to war or become Patrol Execution Guards, brushing against death daily, making it easy to start learning the Seven Emotions, and even unexpectedly explode back in danger, counter-killing often!
After a great change, many attempt to practice the Seven Emotions Combat Technique; if unsuccessful, it signifies insufficient hatred, but if successful, battle strength increases, ensuring net gain!
Look at Gao Jin, he used to be beaten down by Leyu, now he can reduce Leyu's HP by 1 point—showing the strength of the Seven Emotions Combat Technique!
Seeing Leyu suddenly understood, Gao Jin couldn't help but feel puzzled: "Didn't you already recognize it just now?"
"Your last move was too weak; I thought it was some useless combat technique you created yourself, lacking any connection to the Seven Emotions Combat Technique." Leyu spoke frankly.
Gao Jin mostly exploded with his anger and resentment earlier, using Spiritual Power to pollute the light. After the sword light had already erupted, he tried to gather and explode again, unfortunately, his skills weren't enough, like a chubby guy who can't even do one pull-up, only able to shoot a small burst of resentful green light, failing to pierce through Leyu's abs.
Pfft—
Gao Jin spewed a mouthful of old blood, directly fainting.
Come on, big brother who emits green light, your resentment towards me isn't deep enough.
Thinking that his words might help Gao Jin advance further in the Seven Emotions Combat Technique, Leyu felt a moment of satisfaction. The life of a good person is unpretentious yet interesting.
"Who's next?"
"It's me."
Xia Lingguo stepped forward voluntarily, hands hanging down, right foot stepping forward, silently gazing at Leyu.
If he hadn't voluntarily stepped out, Leyu wouldn't have found him—he was dressed in ordinary clothes, with an unremarkable appearance, his eyes seemed closed in a squint, with extremely low presence.
Even compared to Gao Jin's flamboyance, the surrounding Patrol Execution Guards watching had more presence than him.
Xia Lingguo rarely speaks, his facial expressions are poker-faced, making it hard for Leyu to sense hostility from him. He seems to be a robotic task executor, at first glance appearing unremarkable, but upon closer observation, he becomes frightening—because you can't predict his next move.
Could he be the internal suspect?
Gao Jin was constantly beaten down, even his desperate counterattack was as weak as a man climbing into bed three years after marriage; naturally, his suspicion of being the suspect is eliminated.
Compared to Gao Jin, the silent and inconspicuous Xia Lingguo seems more suspicious of being the internal suspect, as a low profile is the best protection for suspects, lowering others' doubts and leaving room to retreat.
For a suspect like Chiyu Flow with notorious behavior, if they can't be vindicated, their path leads only to death, with no exit from the martial world, incapable of retiring peacefully.
"Please."
Snap!
Without much talk, Leyu used the Desolate Bite to start, Palm Force breaking through the air, light explosion tilting, with endless follow-up moves; if Xia Lingguo showed any opening, it would be Leyu's relentless deadly counterattack!
Whoosh!
A streak of light flew by, interrupting Leyu's Desolate Bite from afar!
Leyu blocked with his hands, only realizing that after Xia Lingguo swept with a whip kick, he jumped up for a double roundhouse kick!
'Using his legs, isn't this looking down on me...'
Although leg techniques have extended range and force surpassing fists, their weaknesses are more obvious—if you can't retract your leg immediately and it gets caught by the enemy, you can only await a torrential beatdown!
Biting Battle Technique: Red Spit Desolate Bite!
Snap! Snap!
Leyu retreated two steps, blocking twice, seized the opportunity to grab Xia Lingguo's calf, pulling him over and causing imbalance, teaching him not to shove his stinky foot in people's faces when out!
However, when Xia Lingguo's calf was grabbed by Leyu, he showed no panic; instead, his knee bent, waist powered, using Leyu's strength to approach Leyu mid-air, punching towards Leyu!
Leyu only felt the strong wind on his face, the light explosion like a cannon, stinging his eyes and cheeks, immediately abandoning the idea of taking a punch to the face, left palm's Red Spit block, simultaneously releasing his grip on his calf to let him lose support and fall, then seizing the chance to counter!
But Xia Lingguo flipped over to grab Leyu's hand mid-air, kicking Leyu, using momentum to propel forward punch, hands and feet like a meteor shower smashing on Leyu, as swift as wind, as fierce as fire!
Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping!
The sound of force clashing was unceasing, and amidst the chaotic light explosion, the surrounding people couldn't see clearly what happened inside, even feeling eye pain and chest stuffiness!
Suddenly, the two separated from a strong clash, Leyu retreated three steps to stop the momentum, exhaling heavily, spitting out a mouthful of residual blood, and asked, "Eight Rice Flow?"
"Eight Rice Flow," Xia Lingguo naturally let his trembling hands hang down, "Pound Combat Technique."