Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
With a light "chirp" sound, the little girl felt a tightness around her waist and her body moved, her back hitting a warm and solid object. There was no expected pain, and she opened her eyes to see a hand in front of her face, three fingers firmly gripping the gong, with the gong only a finger's distance from her nose, and she could even smell the rust of the gong. The little girl screamed and closed her eyes again, her face turning pale with fear.
Shi Jin was bent at the waist like a big praying mantis, holding a gong in one hand and the waistband of the little girl in the other, protecting her in his arms. A red bloodline quickly flowed down his thumb, dripping onto the little girl's front.
At this moment, Wang Huan finally reacted and hurriedly grabbed Shi Jin, anxiously asking, "Are you injured? Are you injured?"
The little girl was still a bit confused. She opened her eyes, and they were instantly filled with tears. She pouted as if she wanted to cry, but then she forced herself to hold back. She shook her head, bit her lip, and looked at Shi Jin, saying with a hint of crying in her voice, "Big Brother Shi is bleeding..." The big guy turned into a big brother so quickly!
Wang Huan turned to look at Shi Jin,
"Brother Shi..."
"No need to worry."
Shi Jin said in a harsh voice.
He was also scared out of his wits.
Damn it, this scene wasn't in the story!
If it weren't for the Praying Mantis Fist he had mastered since childhood, which had long since become second nature to him, his hands moved faster than his brain. When faced with danger, he instinctively used it, and that last move could have led to serious trouble. The Praying Mantis Fist is known as the Lightning Hand, allowing top experts to strike eight or nine times in a second. In his previous life, Shi Jin could manage four strikes in a second at best, barely passing. At this moment, however, he was still not fully attuned to this body and ended up getting his hand cut by the edge of the gong.
Shi Jin Stand up and shake off the gong.
With a clang, the gong falls to the ground.
The copper coins on it scatter all over the floor.
Xiao Ao just heard a sound and turned back, only to see this scene, couldn't help but look at Shi Jin with a surprised look. And the car curtain was also opened a crack, and two bright eyes were looking over here.
Wang Huan changed his gentle demeanor and looked at Gao Qiu with a dark expression. At that moment, two more people suddenly appeared by Wang Huan's side, and they were the two guards from earlier. Despite looking very displeased and ready to scold, they were stopped by Wang Huan's gaze.
Gao Qiu didn't notice that he had almost caused a disaster just now. After he kicked the ball, his attention was all on the guy with the bat, and he didn't see Shi Jin's move later on. A chubby kid beside him walked in with a crab-like step, swaying his arms, and came to the field.
He first glanced over at Shi Jin, then turned his head and raised his chin, squinting at the man playing with the bat, and asked, "Hey! Where are you from?" The man's companion, seeing that something was amiss, didn't have time to thank Shi Jin and hurriedly stepped forward with a smile, saying, "Big brother, we are from Shaanxi..."
"Go to hell! I don't care where you're from!"
chubby kid lifted his foot and kicked the follower to the ground.
Pointing at the man with the stick, he scolded, "Do you know whose territory this is? Making a ruckus here! Do you know who you're messing with?"
The man with the stick's face changed, his chest heaved, and he forcefully suppressed his anger, clasping his hands and saying, "I am new to this place and do not understand the rules. I hope the gentlemen can forgive us, and we will leave now."
The principle of not bullying the weak but fearing the strong, he had learned after more than ten years in the martial world. He had not expected to encounter such an arrogant figure under the heavens. He did not want to cause trouble and just wanted to leave peacefully.
After speaking, he bowed and went to help his servant.
He was so scared that he didn't dare to make a sound. He picked up the gong and quickly gathered the scattered copper coins on the ground.
"You dare to pick them up! You're so greedy for money!" The chubby kid kicked towards his butt.
The man beside him was quick and nimble; with a gentle lift of his hand, the kick landed empty. The chubby kid lost his balance and fell into a split on the ground. "Ah!"
Clutching his crotch, he let out a long, miserable scream.
Onlookers all took a sharp breath, this is really painful to watch.
But this move has really stirred up a hornet's nest.
"Hit him!" Gao Qiu shouted angrily, and several hooligans who were watching the commotion rushed forward. They swung their iron rulers and short sticks haphazardly at the man. The man, however, was agile, and managed to block a few times. Sensing danger, he quickly turned around to grab his stick for defense.
Gao Qiu swayed his body, kicked out, and picked up the ball that had just fallen to the ground. The ball "bang" hit the man's face. The force of the ball was so great that it made him see stars and feel dizzy. With just this one hit, he was knocked to the ground by several hooligans wielding iron rods.
"Who is this person? Why is he so arrogant?"
A steady voice sounded beside Shi Jin.
Shi Jin turned his head and saw a sturdy man in his thirties standing beside him. The coachman, Lao Song, quickly cupped his hands and replied, "In response to Master Wang, this man is called Gao Qiu, a notorious thug in this area. A few years ago, he incited Wang Yuanwai's son to go astray and was reported, resulting in his exile. After returning, he worked as a helper at the Dong family's pharmacy, but you know how it is; a dog can't change its habit of eating shit. Now he's causing trouble again!"
Master Wang? Could it be Wang Jin! Shi Jin's heart stirred as he scrutinized the scene.
The man wore a green scarf on his head, had sword-like eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a long beard under his chin, exuding great charisma.
Hearing the coachman Lao Song say this, Master Wang's face flashed with a hint of anger, and he snorted coldly.
Beside him, Shi Jin felt a dizziness in his head and a chill in his heart.
What kind of martial arts is this! Is it infrasound?
Immediately, Master Wang flashed and walked into the arena.
Shi Jin shook his head and asked Lao Song beside him.
"Do you know this person?"
Lao Song, who was digging in his ears with a grin, replied, "Of course I know him, the famous Wang Jin, Master Wang! His skills must be extraordinary."
As he spoke, he gave a thumbs up.
Shi Jin Although I had expected it, I couldn't help but be surprised and delighted to hear it. It's really him.
With this delay, Wang Jin inside has already clashed with Gao Qiu and his group.
Wang Jin is obviously the type of person who prefers action over words.
He moves with a seemingly slow but fast body, and as he enters, he raises the stick with a flick of his toe, holding it in one hand and giving a low shout.
"Get out of the way!"
Piercing through the group of hooligans with the stick, it suddenly vibrated and made a strange sound. The originally straight stick began to twist like a snake. "Crack! Crack! Crack!" As the stick touched the men, they were all shocked and sent flying.
The person was still in the air, blood gushing from their mouth. The hooligans fell to the ground in disarray, wailing and struggling but unable to get up. Onlookers gasped and stepped back.
Looking at the stick in Wang Jin's hand, it shattered into thin strips of wood. This move immediately silenced the entire audience.
Shi Jin widened his eyes.
Wow! So brutal!
Pure one-sided slaughter, with no chance of resistance at all.
Wang Huan and his sister were also shocked, the little girl opened her mouth wide, her eyes round.
Shi Jin patted Wang Jin on the back and asked, "Brother Shi, is this real kung fu?" Shi Jin then noticed that Wang Jin was still leaning against him, looking very obedient. Nodding, Wang Jin's movements were simple and unadorned, not at all pleasing to the eye, but the force of that one swing actually shattered the stick. It must have taken a tremendous amount of strength, something Shi Jin had never seen before.
On the sidelines, Xiao Ao and Bao's faces also changed, their eyes showing surprise as they looked at Wang Jin. Although those hooligans were not experts, the two of them could easily knock them down in minutes, but they couldn't do it as calmly as Wang Jin. Gao Qiu, who was originally arrogant in the field, was so scared that he took a few steps back, his face full of fear. He also knew some martial arts, and because of this, he could feel Wang Jin's terror even more.
The chubby kid "suddenly" slipped into the crowd and disappeared without a trace. Wang Jin's face was frosty, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He casually threw down the stick and glanced at Gao Qiu, walking slowly. Gao Qiu shivered, cold sweat breaking out on his back, wanting to run but not daring to.
At this moment, the man on the ground groaned and struggled to get up. Wang Jin stopped in his tracks, looked at the man, and then helped him up. Gao Qiu suddenly felt a lightness on his body and ran away.
Comment 0 Comment Count