radicalducati Chapter 51 The Dead Old Deng Was the Best Old Deng
Chapter 51 The Dead Old Deng Was the Best Old Deng
To be honest, he could choose to kill or not kill this group of people. Since Qiao Feng had spoken up, it wouldn't hurt to give him face. He did want to see what Qiao Feng was going to do.
However, before that, he still had to try the famous Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.
"Whether you have something to say or not, take two slaps from me."
"Alright!" Qiao Feng immediately agreed, strode forward, assumed a horse stance, and said, "Young Master Luo, please make your move."
Russell's eyes flashed with excitement as he unleashed a powerful palm strike, Yang Ge Tian Jun, forward with a fierce wind that seemed to ignite the very air.
The image of Russell smashing the house with a single palm strike was still vivid in Qiao Feng's mind. He dared not be careless in the slightest. He circled his palms in front of him, his inner strength surging out, in response to the image of "Dragon in the Field".
The two palm forces collided in mid-air, and Qiao Feng felt an unimaginable force surging towards him, as if he were being head-on rammed by a raging elephant.
The violent force penetrated his body, causing his blood and qi to churn. He staggered back several steps, each step leaving deep footprints on the bluestone slab before he could barely regain his footing.
He suddenly looked up at Russell, his tiger-like eyes filled with unparalleled shock. There was actually someone in the world who could cultivate martial arts to this level!
He had been through many battles in his life, facing countless masters and engaging in numerous fierce fights, but he had never seen such terrifying internal energy and palm strikes.
He immediately suppressed his surging blood and qi, abruptly taking half a step back. His body slightly bent, his palms clasped together, his beard and hair swaying, and his muscles and fascia emitting muffled sounds like bowstrings. He gathered a large amount of internal energy in his palms and said in a deep voice, "Please make your move again!"
The first strike was a test, but this strike will be the real deal.
Russell stopped attacking and beckoned Qiao Feng to make a move.
Qiao Feng didn't hold back either. The muscles in his body tensed up, producing a loud roar like a powerful bowstring being twisted, and he attacked fiercely, raising his palm to strike.
Within decades, his inner strength surged forth, his palm strikes raging like a torrent, roaring in.
Russell was initially relaxed, and he casually flicked out a burst of energy with his hand. But the moment the energy left his body, his expression changed, and he hurriedly withdrew his palm. Even so, he was still a step too late.
Two unparalleled palm strikes collided and exploded suddenly between the two.
Amidst the violent explosion of air, a fierce gale surged forth, and terrifying force traveled along the ground in all directions. The floor, spanning three to four zhang in radius, suddenly cracked open, exploding outwards in concentric rings.
Layers of earth and rocks churned and swirled, carried by the gale, flying outwards like hidden weapons, striking the crowd of heroes who couldn't dodge in time, causing them to bleed from the head, scream in agony, and retreat frantically.
Qiao Feng, who was on the offensive, was like a scarecrow being swept by a whirlwind. With the sound of bones breaking violently, he coughed up blood, flew off the ground, and fell backward.
This was not Russell's intention. He had roughly measured Qiao Feng's limit of force when he struck with the first palm, and he had calculated it before striking.
In his mind, the current situation should be that after exchanging a blow, he is standing while Qiao Feng is lying down, but neither of them should be seriously injured, and the matter can be considered over.
It's hard to say whether Qiao Feng was lucky or unlucky, but this one palm strike just happened to trigger the critical hit of the Cat's Eye Treasure String.
The palm strike dealt five times the damage. Even if he temporarily withdrew some of the palm force, the power was still beyond what Qiao Feng could withstand. It was only because Qiao Feng's War God physique was in full swing and his palm force surged during the battle that he almost died on the spot.
Just then, another figure dressed in black and masked shot down from the rooftop, his five fingers like hooks, and struck down heavily on Russell's head.
If this blow lands squarely, even the hardest iron head will be pierced with five holes.
There are still experts!?
This person not only had extremely cunning timing in striking, but also possessed exceptional lightness skills.
If Zhuo Bufan's sneak attack just now was traceable, then the actions of the person in front of us were instantaneous.
Before everyone could see, he appeared behind Russell, one hand raised high and then brought down heavily.
In an instant, everyone placed their hopes on the man in black.
Russell's heavy-handed attack on Chief Joe clearly indicated that he had no intention of letting them off the hook. If the man in black succeeded in his attack, he would be their great hero, and they would be showered with praise in the future. If he died, they would not suffer any loss; they could only blame his lack of skill, as no one had asked him to make a move at this time.
[The host has come into contact with the story character Xiao Yuanshan (Qing). The current causal connection is 0%, triggering a lottery draw. Do you wish to draw now?]
The system notification had barely sounded when Russell turned around and unleashed a high whip kick, his right leg slashing out like a battle axe.
The wind howled, tearing the air apart!
With a muffled thud, Xiao Yuanshan was as if he had been hit by a crossbow bolt. He crashed through the wall next to him and into the house.
Now the father and son are finally together.
Russell, realizing what was happening, sneered inwardly, took a step forward, and chased after Xiao Yuanshan, finding him unconscious in the ruins.
The room was dimly lit and dusty. With a casual wave of his hand, a gust of wind swept away the smoke and broken bricks. At this moment, the mask Xiao Yuanshan used to conceal his identity had fallen to the side, revealing a face that was almost indistinguishable from Qiao Feng's.
Since you're here, then die, so he won't have to go looking for you.
Russell stepped forward, pressed down on Xiao Yuanshan's cheek, and absorbed all of his power. Finally, he smashed Xiao Yuanshan's head, which had already become a dried corpse, with a single palm strike.
Xiao Yuanshan, who died without anyone noticing, is still more likable.
Xiao Yuanshan
[Causal connection: 0% → 100%, triggering a lottery draw. Draw now?]
[Qiao Feng/Xiao Feng]
[Causal connection: 0% → 99%]
"Um?"
Seeing that Qiao Feng's causal connection was stuck at 99%, Russell felt a sense of doubt.
Wait a minute, Xiao Yuanshan is dead now. Without his messing around, there wouldn't have been so much trouble.
He also killed almost all the people who knew about the ambush outside Yanmen Pass, such as Tan Gong and Tan Po. The key figures and events that ultimately led to the tragedy have been largely eliminated, so it should be impossible for them to cause any more trouble.
Qiao Feng should have stayed in the Song Dynasty his whole life, living a peaceful life as the leader of the Beggars' Sect. Such a huge shift in fate, yet he was still one percent off. Where exactly did things go wrong...?
With that thought in mind, Russell walked back to the square.
At this moment, Bai Shijing was sitting cross-legged while Qiao Feng helped him heal his injuries. When Luo Su came out, the rest of the group were like startled birds, drawing their weapons in great tension, yet they dared not take a step forward.
"Russell! You just made a promise to Chief Qiao. Are you going to go back on your word?" Wu Changfeng, who had just woken up from his coma, stood in front of Qiao Feng and spoke loudly.
Russell scoffed, not bothering to reply. He simply turned and walked to Mu Wanqing, his tone returning to its usual gentleness: "What do you say after this is over? Do you want to go back to Dali first, or come with me to Xingxiu Sea?"