Sky-Flipping Kite, Xu Cong, was short in stature, while Fang Zheng, clad in heavy armor, was tall and muscular. One was unarmed, the other wielded a sword, facing each other head-on.
"Ha..."
Facing the incoming long sword, Xu Cong's face showed disdain, and with a flash, he leaped high.
While dodging the sword, his leg whipped out like a lash, striking heavily on the helmet, borrowing force to flip, and gently landing on the ground.
"Bang!"
Fang Zheng's body tilted sideways, stumbling a few steps before barely steadying himself.
"Huh?"
Xu Cong raised an eyebrow:
"Your armor, has some mystery!"
The kick just now seemed simple, but in reality, it was executed with swift force, capable of easily killing a pig; even through the helmet, one's head should feel dizzy.
Recovering so quickly is very unusual for an ordinary person.
Fang Zheng didn't answer, gripping the sword, glaring at his opponent.
The helmet protected the vulnerable skull, a critical point on the human body, demanding utmost caution, so it was specially designed with shockproof features.
In terms of defense, it was no less effective than the breastplate.
Bear in mind, a helmet can protect a motorcyclist's head from the impact of falling from a speeding vehicle.
Such a mere kick is far from fatal.
"Interesting!"
Xu Cong's eyes flashed, showing joy instead of surprise:
"Truly interesting, the better the armor, the higher it sells for, it seems that today, I, Sky-Flipping Kite, am indeed fortune-favored."
"Swish!"
Before the words were finished, he again closed in tightly.
This time Fang Zheng was prepared, shaking his wrist, no longer making wide, sweeping slashes, but covering vital areas with rapid sword flourishes.
Clad in heavy armor, his defense was superior to Qi Blood Third Transformation martial artists.
As long as he guarded his vitals, there was nothing to worry about.
But he clearly underestimated the Otherworld martial artist.
In the confined space, the two figures flashed back and forth, accompanied by a few dull collision sounds; Fang Zheng grunted and retreated repeatedly, yet unable to touch even the edge of his opponent.
Sky-Flipping Kite did not seize the advantage, but instead looked in astonishment at his own sleeve.
There,
a tear was clearly visible.
"Good sword!"
Raising his head, Sky-Flipping Kite Xu Cong's eyes shone with excitement:
"Just a slight graze can rip my silk clothes; such a sharp weapon can be called a treasured sword, Xu Cong nearly missed seeing it today."
"This sword is no less than the armor!"
"Haha..."
"It's a windfall!"
The frenzied expression on Sky-Flipping Kite's face broke into wild laughter, his shape flickered, disappearing on the spot, faster than before by far!
Fang Zheng's heart jumped, hurriedly swinging his sword.
This time, the heavy sword flourishes could not intercept.
Sky-Flipping Kite relied on speed to close in, with a mere touch and push, seemingly without exerting much force, over two hundred pounds of body rose and flew.
"Bang!"
Fang Zheng's body smashed through the earth wall, into the inner room, before he could struggle to climb up, his forearm felt a numbness, and his fingers trembled fiercely.
Bad!
Indeed.
Xu Cong used the unarmed into bare blade technique to effortlessly seize the long sword, lightly waved it in his hand, and sword light flashed, slicing a nearby wooden bench silently.
"To cut hair is nothing extraordinary!"
With a tone of admiration, he again looked at Fang Zheng, the sword raised to strike.
He thought for a moment.
Then tossed the long sword aside:
"Whether it's breaking swords or damaging armor, it's all unfavorable, better leave it."
Fang Zheng got up, his face gloomy.
"Whew..."
Exhaling slowly, he gradually adopted the Three-Body Form.
At the moment of life and death, seemingly without any other option, he could only fight desperately; with a blank mind, his whole body's power suddenly concentrated.
Pile Technique accomplished!
No wonder Guo Ziran always said martial arts are fought out, not practiced out, only genuine combat can help advance martial arts skills.
So that's it!
In an instant, numerous thoughts swept through his mind, suppressing his fear and panic.
"Oh!"
Xu Cong was not in a hurry to act, seeing this smiled:
"Seems you have trained a bit."
"What a pity!"
Shaking his head, he stepped forward and rushed.
"Heh!"
Fang Zheng emitted a low shout, the ground trembled lightly underfoot, and his whole body shot out like a cannonball, Drilling Fist aiming straight for the vital spot.
Xingyi Fist master Xue Dian once said, to strike a person with a body thrust forward, swinging fists off course; thus, Xingyi must face the opponent directly without fear in mind when striking.
Diving forward like a fierce tiger, hands and feet move together for true attack.
From the Three-Body Form to the Five Elements Fist, the force of the punch is directly fierce and firm, rising like a steel file, landing like a hook pole, and there's even a sound of air splitting when a punch is thrown.
In this past month, how many times has he practiced the Five Elements Fist, hundreds, thousands?
Even tens of thousands!
Although he couldn't achieve what Guo Ziran said about practicing the boxing into his bones, it was already familiar to his heart—splitting, drilling, cannon, crossing, and collapsing were at hand.
The sudden burst also slightly moved Xu Cong's eyebrows, instinctively raising his arms to block.
"Bang!"
In terms of strength, speed, or martial arts level, Fang Zheng was far inferior to the opponent, but he was wearing heavy armor and steel gloves.
With a single collision, Xu Cong found himself struggling and leaning backward.
Good!
Fang Zheng's eyes lit up, taking advantage of the momentum to rush forward. Without a sword, he instead exerted the advantage of the boxing he practiced for so many days.
Collapse!
Cannon!
Cross!
...
With heavy armor on, he didn't have to defend and could fully display his boxing skills, and the steel gloves made his punch force strong enough to crush rocks, making it different from ordinary mortal bodies.
Even a Qi Blood Martial Artist could hardly resist.
"Bang!"
On collision again, Sky-Flipping Kite felt a sweetness in his throat, and a trace of fresh blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Courting death!"
With a roar, Sky-Flipping Kite's body technique suddenly changed, spinning and kicking off twenty kicks in an instant.
The shadows of the legs were heavy, even wrapped with a gust of wind.
Gale Leg!
The extreme speed made Fang Zheng unable to react in time, instinctively blocking a few kicks, but the middle gate was broken, exposing his vital points.
"Bang!"
"Bang Bang!"
Sky-Flipping Kite's legs were like whips, hitting Fang Zheng's chest repeatedly, the last leg snapping out with a roar, directly sending Fang Zheng flying off the ground.
The violent power even penetrated through the armor and protective suit, hitting him, blackening his vision, and almost causing him to faint on the spot.
"Bang!"
The heavy body fell heavily to the ground, bringing with it excruciating pain.
"Cough cough..."
Dry coughing and struggling to get up, Fang Zheng swayed, forcing a breath, and drew a black stick from under the shattered bedboard to rush again.
However, at this time, he was obviously exhausted, steps faltering, movements slow.
"Hmph!"
Sky-Flipping Kite casually caught the stick, his face showing disdain:
"Trying to fight me, you're still far off, de de de de de de..."
"Crackle!"
Fang Zheng pressed the switch, and the blue electric light suddenly flashed from the stick, making the opponent's body twitch and sway, even altering his voice.
"Swoosh!"
Groin Kick!
The steel-covered thigh directly struck the opponent's lower body's vital point.
"Snap!"
The sound of eggshells breaking was heard.
Sky-Flipping Kite's body arched, eyes protruding, bloodshot in the pupils clearly seen, mouth wide open but unable to make a sound, a sign of extreme pain.
Cannon Fist!
Fang Zheng slid forward, two hundred pounds of force gathered at the fist edge, using the steel gloves to smash onto the opponent's throat.
"Crack…"
The sound of bones breaking followed immediately.
Even so, Sky-Flipping Kite still clenched his teeth, eyes glaring furiously.
"I'll make you stare!"
Fang Zheng struck twice, making Sky-Flipping Kite's eyes turn like panda eyes, using the electroshock baton again, seizing the chance to pick up the long sword and pounce over.
A moment later.
"Pant… pant…"
Fang Zheng rested his hands on his knees, still showing fear as he looked at the corpse on the ground.
This was really dangerous.
If Sky-Flipping Kite hadn't abandoned the long sword or was too careless, the one lying on the ground might have been him.
The Qi Blood Martial Artist's physical body was unbelievably strong—even broken eggs, a shattered throat bone, and electricity that could stun a wild boar couldn't fully kill the opponent.
"Fool! Didn't expect I had a stun baton, did you?"
After a light spit, Fang Zheng struggled to stand.
Thinking for a moment, he went to the door, picked up the package left by Sky-Flipping Kite, rummaged through a few corpses, and then found a place to hide.
After a perilous fight, within a short moment, he even became adapted to the bodies.
A few hours later.
The sky brightened.
The bandits inside the city had become silent at some point, and in the ruins, people gradually appeared.
Fang Zheng mixed in with the crowd, not rushing back to the modern world, but curling up his body, heading straight to the Three Purities Temple.