Fists can't cross Tianjin

Chapter 24 Night Dou

The wind and snow intensified, whipping up ice shards that stung our faces.

In the distance, behind the piers of the Jingang Bridge, Mad Dog, Ergaizi, and a few of his underlings were intently watching the battle unfold on the ice.

"This...this kid is that strong?"

Ergaizi's teeth chattered, whether from the cold or fear, he didn't know. "Brother Gou, are we... really going to go?"

He had personally witnessed Xie Ganzi's skills. Back then, Xie Ganzi broke a strong man's ribs with a single blow; the sound was like a firecracker going off.

But now, this Chen Zhuo is actually able to fight Xie Ganzi to a standstill, and even injured Xie Ganzi?

"Don't rush..."

Mad Dog didn't speak, but stared intently at Chen Zhuo's figure, his eyes filled with even more malice. "Let's see... Xie Ganzi might not be serious yet..."

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On the frozen surface of the Haihe River, a murderous aura permeated the wind and snow.

Two men, one old and one young, stood a few meters apart, like two wounded lone wolves, staring intently at each other.

Xie Cheng took a deep breath, his chest heaving like a bellows.

In that exchange, Chen Zhuo's punch only grazed his chin, but the force of the blow made his skin burn. Even worse were his hands; in trying to block the punch, the force of the impact ripped open his tiger's mouth and palms, and blood slid down the white waxwood pole, dripping onto the pristine ice surface—a horrifying sight.

Chen Zhuo, who was opposite him, was also not having an easy time.

He clutched his lower abdomen with one hand, his stomach churning violently, and he almost vomited up the meat he had just eaten.

"Again!"

Xie Cheng forcibly suppressed his trembling hands, let out a low shout, and the white waxwood staff in his hands began to tremble again.

This time, there were no fancy tests.

He suddenly jerked his hands, and the pole, like a startled python, instantly straightened up.

"The spear, swift as an arrow!"

Xie Cheng exerted force with his feet, and his entire body, along with the pole, transformed into a blur, rushing straight towards Chen Zhuo.

This is the essence of spearmanship.

There are no unnecessary movements; it's all about speed, ruthlessness, and overwhelming force!

The thrust of the spear tore through the air, producing a sharp whistling sound.

Chen Zhuo's pupils suddenly contracted.

This shot was faster and heavier than the last one!

There's no escaping it!

On this ice, a person's movement speed is nowhere near the speed of a gun.

"Since we can't avoid it, then we won't try to avoid it!"

A bright green light shone in Chen Zhuo's eyes. His cheat ability activated again, and everything around him slowed down once more.

But this time he didn't just stare at the gun barrel.

His gaze pierced through the rapidly moving white waxwood pole, landing on Xie Cheng's wrist, his waist and hips, and the point where he was exerting force from his feet.

"I saw it!"

Chen Zhuo's brain was working at lightning speed, and countless red and blue lines in his field of vision constructed a model of Xie Cheng's power exertion.

Within that seemingly invincible force of the spear, Chen Zhuo found a tiny flaw.

That was a point in the transmission of force, and also a moment in the transformation of old force into new force.

Just as the spear tip was about to touch his chest, Chen Zhuo moved.

But he neither retreated nor dodged.

He did something that no one expected.

He suddenly stretched out both hands, also a "small hand gesture".

But this time, he changed his approach.

It is no longer simply "stillness", but "vibration"!

He's imitating Xie Cheng's strength!

That brief moment of contact allowed him to analyze the unique "explosive force" of the spear technique. Although his physical abilities weren't yet at Xie Cheng's level of rigorous training, he could simulate it using the integrated power of Xingyi Quan!

"Open it!"

Chen Zhuo's hands gripped the pole precisely at a point on the shaft, and then all the muscles in his body snapped open.

A shockwave, completely opposite to the force of the spear yet originating from the same source, surged back along the shaft.

"Buzz—"

The two forces collided violently on the ash tree pole.

The ash tree let out a painful cry and bent into an astonishing arc.

Xie Cheng felt as if he were holding not a pole, but a living dragon struggling wildly! The force that rebounded was exactly the same as his own, even more penetrating and sharper!

"How is this possible?!"

Xie Cheng was greatly alarmed. This was a closely guarded secret of his family's spear technique; how could this kid possibly know it?

Just as he lost his composure, Chen Zhuo's second burst of force arrived.

That's the "Beng" technique from Xingyi Quan.

Chen Zhuo pulled his hands sharply into his arms, and at the same time activated his mud-walking step, slamming into the ground like a bulldozer.

"Give it to me!"

Chen Zhuo roared.

Xie Cheng felt a sudden heat in his hand and could no longer hold onto the violently trembling pole.

"Whoosh—"

The ash tree pole that had been with him for over a decade actually slipped from his grasp.

But Chen Zhuo did not answer.

He parried with a backhand motion, and the heavy white waxwood pole flew out, crashing onto the ice in the distance with a loud thud before sliding a long way.

"Without the pole, let's see how you hit it!"

Chen Zhuo took a step forward, his momentum unstoppable.

Xie Cheng stared at his empty hands, a look of surprise flashing across his face, which quickly turned into a fierce determination.

He's a seasoned veteran, and he has his pride.

Since the gun is lost, let's use our fists!

Instead of picking up the pole that was right in front of him, he crossed his arms and assumed a wrestling stance.

"Come!"

Xie Cheng roared and charged forward instead of retreating, heading straight for Chen Zhuo.

But he is, after all, someone who works with equipment.

Without the big gun, it's like a tiger without teeth.

Although he was a master of Ming Jin (a martial arts technique) and experienced in martial arts, he encountered a monster with a "golden finger" on the ice where only the brave could prevail.

"Bang!"

Their fists collided.

Chen Zhuo remained unmoved, but Xie Cheng took a step back.

"Again!"

Xie Cheng gritted his teeth and delivered another wrestling "Che Bie".

Chen Zhuo's eyes flashed with green light; he had already seen through his intentions.

He lowered his body and unleashed a Xingyi Drilling Fist, like a venomous dragon emerging from the sea, directly striking Xie Cheng's soft spot.

"puff!"

Xie Cheng spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Just as he was about to fall into the icy hole, Xie Cheng suddenly bit his tongue, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"rise!"

He twisted his waist forcefully in mid-air and slammed his left hand against the ice.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, ice shards flew everywhere.

Using this reaction force, Xie Cheng managed to stop his downward spiral. Although half of his body had fallen into the ice hole, he used the force of splashing water to leap out of the water like a crocodile, carrying a cloud of icy water, and pounced on Chen Zhuo again.

"Impressive skills!"

Chen Zhuo gave a thumbs-up, but the green light in his eyes not only did not fade, but became even brighter.

Under the golden finger's vision, every detail of Xie Cheng's desperate counterattack was magnified infinitely.

The twisting of the spine, the transmission of energy through the waist and hips, the whipping motion of the arms...

This is a complete set of techniques for unleashing power in dire situations!

Chen Zhuo did not rush to kill.

He waded through the muddy water, like a slippery eel.

Every time Xie Cheng attacked, he simply parried or dodged at just the right moment.

He's learning!

Learn Xie Cheng's wrestling techniques, his power generation, and even his crazy spirit in desperate situations!

The two exchanged more than a dozen moves on the ice, fighting fiercely and evenly matched.

But anyone with eyes could see that Xie Cheng was fighting desperately, while Chen Zhuo... seemed to be feeding him moves.

"Are you using me as practice?!"

Xie Cheng finally realized what was happening.

Looking into Chen Zhuo's eyes, which held no murderous intent but only a greedy thirst for knowledge, an unprecedented sense of humiliation welled up within him.

Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!

"I think you're asking for it!"

Xie Cheng was furious, his eyes bloodshot.

He took a deep breath, his chest bulging, his already depleted energy being forcibly overdrawn at this moment.

He's going to fight this hard!

This punch, carrying a fierce and resolute air, was aimed straight at Chen Zhuo's face.