OBS Chapter 76 The War Begins 5
Chapter 76 The War Begins 5
Lin Mu dodged the punch to the side and delivered a backhand swift strike to Yan Hua's ribs.
The golden force of the fist penetrated his body, and Yan Hua, driven by bestial instincts and disregarding his injuries, swept his left fist across.
Lin Mu crossed his arms to block, but the punch landed on his forearm, the force penetrating the body-strengthening technique's protection, and he felt his arm bones trembling.
He was blasted away, his back slamming into a wooden stake at the edge of the ring. The stake snapped in half, and splinters of wood rained down on him.
Before he could even stand up, Yan Hua had already pounced on him, his fists raining down like a storm.
Lin Mu rolled and dodged among the broken wooden stakes, each punch grazing his clothes, the wind from the punches tearing his gray robe in several places.
He found an opening and used his Swift Step to propel himself backward several feet, creating distance once again.
His chest heaved violently, and a sharp, needle-like pain shot through the fractured bone in his right arm. The Body Tempering Technique circulated wildly within his body, dissipating the remaining dark gold energy bit by bit.
Yan Hua tilted his head, like a wild beast sizing up its wounded prey.
Those vertical pupils no longer held any trace of Yan Hua, only the most primal bloodlust and frenzy of the Nine Infants bloodline remained.
Lin Mu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly realized a detail.
Every time Yan Hua throws a right punch, the thickest dark gold line on his right arm lights up a split second in advance, running from the Jianjing acupoint on his left fist to the tip of his right fist, traversing the entire arm.
The light appeared so quickly that it was impossible for ordinary people to detect it. However, his intent filled a space of one foot around his body, and every time the pattern lit up, the surrounding airflow would experience a very subtle fluctuation.
He deliberately slowed down the pace, no longer taking the initiative to attack, but simply dodging, blocking, and observing.
His mind was locked on Yan Hua's right arm.
When that original mark lit up, Yan Hua's right fist power surged several times over; anyone hit by it would either die or be crippled.
Three more punches followed, all of which Lin Mu narrowly avoided.
Each time that original mark lights up, it leaves some changes in the air, like a very faint trace that lingers for a long time.
Lin Mu repeatedly captured these traces with his mind. The booklet was slightly warm in his mind as he disassembled, pieced together, and reproduced the frequency, trajectory, and characteristics of each light.
After observation, a replica of the Nine Infants Origin Imprint (incomplete) can be made.
Will it be a reissue?
Lin Mu silently said "yes" in his heart.
A cool yet scorching power flowed into his right arm's meridians, condensing into a dark golden, worm-shaped mark within his martial arts techniques.
Lin Mu instantly understood the operating principle of this mark.
When it lights up, the power of the right fist surges, and there is a very brief pause in the right arm before it lights up.
If you anticipate the stagnation, you can anticipate the right fist.
Yan Hua lunged forward again, unleashing a powerful right punch.
This time, Lin Mu did not back down.
His mind filled the space within a foot of his body, capturing the moment before the dark gold mark on his right arm lit up. Before the fist could strike, he deftly slid to the left with his Wind Step.
His right fist grazed past Yan Hua's ear, the force of the punch snapping off a few strands of hair at his temple. But at the same instant the fist passed, he lunged forward, the short-range power of the Mountain-Crushing Fist striking Yan Hua directly between the eyebrows, the force of the punch flowing in along the fist's edge.
Dark gold and golden gold exploded in front of Yan Hua's face, and he was blasted back seven or eight steps before he could stand still. The nine dark gold spots on the back of his neck flickered violently several times before stabilizing again.
A hint of confusion flashed in his beast-like vertical pupils.
He didn't understand why Lin Mu was able to launch another attack.
Lin Mu gave him no more chance to think. Every time the mark on his right arm lit up, he would dodge in advance and immediately lunge forward to retaliate with his fists.
The second, third, and fourth punches—each time, he precisely dodged the right fist and then used his fist to strike Yan Hua's wide-open position.
Yan Hua's roars grew increasingly frantic, his attacks became more and more chaotic, and the dark gold mark on his right fist lit up more and more frequently and in a more disordered manner.
His movements gradually changed from the predatory attack of a wild beast to the struggle of a trapped animal.
When Yan Hua finally regained his footing, Lin Mu had already moved in front of him.
The right fist flips out from the waist – Zhenshan Fist.
The force of the punch solidified into a steady golden hue on the fist tip, striking Yan Hua squarely in the chest.
Yan Hua felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and he collapsed to his knees, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth.
After the nine dark golden spots on the back of his neck flickered violently, they went out one by one. He collapsed onto the shattered pile of rammed earth, barely alive.
That's enough.
Yu Mubai's voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone in the training ground: "Martial arts rules dictate that no one can be killed."
"Lord Duanmu, the outcome of this battle is decided." His toes had already crushed the blue brick beneath his feet.
Duanmu Hong immediately stood up and stood in front of Yu Mubai.
"Chief Coach Yu, don't you know whether Yan Hua will die or not?"
"That's the bloodline of the Nine-Headed Serpent."
"Is Lord Duanmu forcing me to use that treasure?" Yu Mubai's expression turned extremely cold in an instant.
"It wouldn't hurt to give it a try." Duanmu Hong remained as composed as ever.
Yu Mubai remained silent for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons, and then five masked men silently surrounded Lin Mu and Yan Hua, separating them.
Tiger Head glanced down at Yan Hua, who was lying in the dirt, and turned him over with his toes.
Yan Hua's nine dark gold marks on the back of his neck had all gone out, and he looked like a shell whose soul had been drained.
The leopard-headed man let out a very light and contemptuous laugh from his nose and said, "Descendant of the Nine-Headed Serpent, utterly useless."
Eagle Head and Wolf Head bent down on either side, grabbed Yan Hua's arms, and dragged him to the edge of the ring. Their movements were swift and disgusting, as if they were throwing away a bag of moldy grain.
As Yan Hua was dragged across the arena floor, his body swayed limply, and the extinguished dark gold mark on the back of his neck left a shallow trail on the loose soil.
How could Lin Mu let him leave?
With a sudden burst of speed, he shot towards the edge of the arena like an arrow.
The tip of the spear tore through the air, aiming straight for Yan Hua's back.
Tiger Head intercepted from the left, and the Wild Bull Fist struck Lin Mu's ribs without reservation.
Lin Mu blocked with his spear shaft, the force of his fist exploding on the spear, making his tiger's mouth numb.
The leopard's claws, sharp as rocks, had already hooked towards his knees from the right, at a tricky angle, forcing him to retreat.
The owl approached silently from the front, its fist force condensing at the tip but not yet released.
The three men formed a triangular formation, firmly blocking him within three steps of Yan Hua.
Just these three steps.
Eagle Head and Wolf Head carried Yan Hua as they leaped off the stage. Yan Hua, dressed in white, drew a weak arc in mid-air before crashing onto the rammed earth of the training ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust.
Yu Mubai gently closed the ivory folding fan, the fan bones making a very light and crisp sound as they tapped against his palm.
Several figures flashed out from the edge of the stands, silently landing beside Yan Hua, lifting him up and leaving with movements as swift as if they had rehearsed it countless times.
After Yan Hua was dragged away, the last trace of noise in the air was sucked away, and everyone held their breath and looked at the stage.
Tiger Head, Leopard Head, Eagle Head, Wolf Head, and Owl Head—the five figures spread out in a fan shape, surrounding Lin Mu in the center.