There was a loud boom.
At the entrance of the Barren Village, this was an attack that the Swallowing Cloud Monk could never have imagined. It was unexpected and sudden, as if he had fallen into a premeditated trap.
As the elder punched with one hand, the wind from the punch howled and pressed down. In his eyes, there was only that simple punch. It was punched out, enlarged, and formed a whirlpool …
In the eyes of Ning Yi and the others, the old man merely tilted his head slightly and pushed out a punch at Gulping Cloud. However, the vortex was not caused by the old man's punch. Instead, Gulping Cloud had abruptly shrunk his body. The wind generated by the old man's punch caused his body and his kasaya to cave in as if a vortex had formed. His huge sleeves rolled up. His huge sleeves rolled up and he flew back two to three feet.
The Swallowing Cloud Monk was highly skilled in martial arts, especially in Qinggong. His feet did not seem to move much, but his whole body was only shaken by the wind from the punch, and he flew back two to three feet as if he had been electrocuted. Purely to watch, it was many times more powerful than the elder's punch. However, when he retreated to the wall of a mud hut three feet away, his expression changed. Ning Yi might not have understood the power of the elder's punch, but he could see the reactions of the crowd clearly. He applauded softly and said, "Good Qinggong." Hong Ti, who was beside him, smiled subtly.
Compared to Ning Yi's slightly mischievous words, the crowd's expressions were solemn. Some were confused, some were shocked. Although Ning Yi spoke in a low voice, his heart was actually in the same state as the people over there, doubting the identity of this old man who had suddenly appeared. At this time, he also gradually felt that something was wrong. However, the old man didn't target him. As he punched, the old man turned around.
"Lu Wenhu." He said, "You people are getting more and more unscrupulous. How dare you associate yourself with such criminals!"
Lu Wenhu frowned, his expression serious. Beside the mud hut, the Swallowing Cloud Monk was still muttering, "Who are you …" But a name flashed across his mind, and he reacted. "Tie … you are …"
"Hmph, Swallowing Cloud Monk. I've seen your name on the wanted poster. Since we are fated to meet, I will eliminate you for the sake of the people here."
As the old man spoke, he retracted his hand, turned it around, clenched it into a fist, and took a step forward. Everything seemed as ordinary as the clouds and the wind, but as he took this step forward, everything suddenly changed.
He covered a distance of two to three feet in a single step. It looked like nothing out of the ordinary, and he threw a punch towards the monk with a steady stance. In the face of this punch, the monk, who had just regained his balance, did not have the time to say anything. His body swayed wildly, as though he had changed five to six different forms in an instant. However, he was like a mosquito flying desperately in front of the muzzle of a cannon. With another boom, the punch landed on the iron kasaya, causing the soil behind it to splatter. Swallowing Cloud squeezed himself out from between the fist and the wall of the earthen house. His body was like a mudfish, but he only managed to push a part of the mud-brick wall inward.
His figure squeezed out, and with a flash, he covered another ten feet. He grabbed one of his companions and pushed him towards the blue-robed elder. But with a bang, the elder was right in front of him, his hand grabbing at him. A loud sound came from the side. The warrior pushed by the Swallowing Cloud Monk was sent flying by the elder's punch, crashing into the mud hut next to him. The house had been in disrepair for many years, and with Swallowing Cloud Monk's back, it collapsed with a rumble. Bang! Bang! Bang! The old man and Gulping Cloud had already exchanged several blows. The monk, who was clad in loose monk robes, was constantly retreating. He frantically swung his fists to counter the attacks, but each time, his defenses would be broken by the old man's single arm or a simple punch. But he was also an expert. Every time he was smashed away, he would immediately change his moves and counterattack. Coupled with his retreating footwork, he fought with speed. It seemed that he did not suffer as much as before.
This situation only lasted for five to six breaths of time.
Before Ning Yi could understand the overall situation of the situation, he heard the Swallowing Cloud Monk shout, "Zhou Dong! You're going too far — "
A thought came to Ning Yi's mind. Only the iron-armed Zhou Dong could match this elder's identity. After saying this, the Swallowing Cloud Monk retreated again, grabbing a grindstone and throwing it at Zhou Dong. Zhou Dong pushed with his palm, sending the grindstone flying into the mud wall next to him. At the same time, the Swallowing Cloud Monk tapped the ground with his foot. Zhou Dong snorted coldly and reached out to grab him. "Trying to leave?"
The Swallowing Cloud Monk had just leaped into the air when Zhou Dong's palm grabbed his robes. Amidst the dust from the collapsed mud wall, the two of them exchanged blows two to three times. Ning Yi heard a loud bang. A figure was sent flying high into the air, rolling on the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood. Then, he got up and ran.
The monk's robe was still in Zhou Dong's hand. The Swallowing Cloud Monk, who had escaped like a cicada escaping its shell, leaped over a waterway outside the deserted village and charged into the barren fields, running madly. Perhaps because he felt that the danger was not over, he did not even say a word. This was the first time Ning Yi had seen someone who could run so fast.
Zhou Dong frowned and casually threw away the iron robe. He took a few steps forward, picked up a stone from the grindstone, and threw it at the fleeing Swallowing Cloud Monk. The stone whistled through the air and traveled over a hundred meters like a cannonball, striking the figure's back. The Swallowing Cloud Monk spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled about five to six feet in the weeds of the field. Then, he got up and ran into the distance.
Behind Ning Yi and Hongti, the middle-aged man who had come with Zhou Dong looked like he wanted to give chase, but he did not do so in the end. Zhou Dong put his hands behind his back and shook his head as he watched the man run into the forest.
After a moment of silence, Zhou Dong turned his gaze to Ning Yi and Hongti. Lu Wenhu and the others cupped their fists and asked, "Senior, Senior Zhou, could it be that you have come here for …"
"My reason for coming here has nothing to do with you. Don't let me see you in the company of those evil people again. Go!"
Hearing this, Lu Wenhu and the others felt as if they had been pardoned and quickly left. Ning Yi, on the other hand, was somewhat displeased. Hongti, who was beside him, was said to be a grandmaster as well. He was not famous, but this group of people had come to kill him without any regard for their lives. Zhou Dong was also a grandmaster and had the title of the world's number one. When he fought Swallowing Cloud Monk alone, Lu Wenhu did not even dare to make a move. What kind of alliance leader was this with such guts? What a joke!
If they attacked together, there might be a chance …
Although Ning Yi could not objectively evaluate Zhou Dong's skills, he had been famous for many years, and his reputation was well-deserved. When he was fighting Swallowing Cloud Monk just now, his punches were like mountains. Judging from how each of his punches was so powerful that Swallowing Cloud Monk could not dodge, he was probably stronger than Hongti. Moreover, as the group left, a certain feeling became clear in his heart, and he could not help but feel for the musket at the side of his thigh.
Not long after, that feeling came true.
The old man clasped his hands behind his back and looked over. When he spoke again, he no longer had the arrogance he had when he was talking to Lu Wenhu and the others. "Rentu Ning, Miss Lu, I am Zhou Dong. I passed by here today and was ordered to take your lives."
"If I had known, I would have attacked you with everyone else …" Ning Yi sighed. "An order from the Grand Commandant's Office?"
Zhou Dong's gaze was originally fixed on Hongti, but after hearing Ning Yi's words, he looked at Ning Yi. "As expected of an inner demon …" He turned his gaze back to Hongti and smiled. "So … Miss Lu, come and take three of my punches."
When this Grandmaster said this, there was not much of an overbearing sense of oppression or the hidden meaning behind the scenes. Hongti, who had been watching Zhou Dong's moves, was also very calm. At this time, she nodded and handed the long sword in her hand to Ning Yi. "Okay."
Ning Yi took the long sword and carefully looked at her expression, but he could not see much. When Lu Hongti walked forward, Ning Yi cupped his hands to the middle-aged man in blue who walked over. "Greetings, senior."
The middle-aged man also smiled and cupped his hands to Ning Yi. "Greetings, Young Master Ning." Ning Yi thought that this person might be a servant, but he soon realized that he might be a servant of Zhou Dong's. If he had been with Zhou Dong since he was young, then by the time he was forty years old, he would have become a master.
Ning Yi was thinking about what to say next. The middle-aged man came closer and smiled. "I wonder how Young Master Ning knew that the order was issued by the Grand Commandant's Office?" His attitude was amiable. Ning Yi shook his head. "There has been a feud recently. Maybe the commotion on Liangshan was too big … Say, three punches should be fine, right?"
He wanted to beat around the bush to ask what would happen next. The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head. "This … is hard to say. Young Master Ning should also be prepared."
At this time, Hongti walked to a place about five or six feet away from Zhou Dong and cupped his hands to bow. Although it looked quite serious, it was not as imposing as described in novels. This battle between grandmasters was very simple. After all, this was not a world where experts' qi and energy would fly everywhere when they fought. However, hearing the middle-aged man's words, Ning Yi's expression suddenly changed. "Are you kidding … Cloud-swallowing Monk took more than three punches, then we have to use our swords …"
Before he even finished speaking, Hongti took a stance and stepped forward. Zhou Dong was no longer clasping his hands behind his back. He smiled and stepped forward. As he did, Hongti suddenly exerted force and closed in. There were only fifteen feet between them, and the two of them clashed. In that high-speed dash, Ning Yi vaguely felt that Hongti's figure was taking steps and stance similar to Taiji Fist. However, his speed was many times faster. On the other side, Zhou Dong took a step forward and punched. The tip of his fist was slanted downwards, aiming for his opponent's lower abdomen. It was the most standard Forward Punch.
With a boom, Hongti's palm pressed down, and a huge force sank into the ground. Ning Yi saw Hongti's figure shrink, as if he was pressing down on Zhou Dong's fist and directing the force downwards. Under their feet, the yellow ground even stirred up ripples of dust. Ning Yi could see Zhou Dong's movements clearly, but he couldn't see Hongti's. However, after he diverted the force, Hongti's figure exploded. With a boom, he seemed to have used the force of his shoulder and back to knock the number one in the world in front of him away. Dust rose, and Zhou Dong's body was sent flying. Hongti turned around, took a step forward, and got into a stance. In that instant, there was a feeling of valiant deja vu like Chun Li from the future.
Ning Yi felt as if he had seen a miracle. He didn't expect Hongti's martial arts to have reached such a level. Facing Zhou Dong's punch head-on, he was actually able to send his opponent flying. However, before such joy and astonishment could surge from his heart to his throat, he heard Zhou Dong's laughter.
"Haha … Good …"
That laughter came from Zhou Dong as he flew backward. Then, he suddenly shouted, "Good!", but it was like a furious wave of thunder. As Zhou Dong's figure retreated and advanced, it suddenly swept over. The boom in Ning Yi's ears expanded. On the other side of his vision, after being sent flying, Zhou Dong's figure went straight forward, and his fists punched toward Hongti.
The punches were heavy, but they were silent.
Hongti's hands blocked and blocked. In just an instant, his body flew backward into the air. He spat out blood and rolled on the ground.
Ning Yi's mind went blank. He didn't expect the battle between the two to start and end in an instant. Only then did the middle-aged man's voice completely enter Ning Yi's ears.
"My master's cultivation deepens as he gets older, but his body can't keep up with his cultivation … When he's forced to his peak, he can at most throw three to five punches. However, in this world, I'm afraid there aren't many who can withstand these three to five punches …"
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