County Town Chapter 15: A Monster Practicing Martial Arts?

  At that time, the small hooligans in the county town liked to play two kinds of games for the sake of dignity or interest. One was chopping sugar cane and the other was stabbing fingers, using the three-blade knife used by Chow Yun-fat in God of Gamblers.

  Cutting sugarcane is done with the back and tip of the knife, then a swift cut to see who can cut the sugarcane from top to bottom in the fewest number of cuts. Stabbing between fingers involves quickly stabbing the tip of the knife between the five spread-out fingers on the table surface without hurting one's fingers, and it must be done quickly.

  At this time, Yi Tianxing and Xue San'er's subordinate, a thin and dark individual, was inferior to the latter.

  Although in his opinion, doing this thing is really childish to the extreme. However, there's no way around it, he was born a person who fears trouble, if he could end this matter, let alone play such a childish game, even if Comrade Xue San'er asked him to go to the Dehua Temple on the other side of the river and shout three times: The Buddha is dead, he would be fine with it.

  The finger-poking game is going very boringly.

  The reason is simple, with Yi Tianxing's eyesight and muscle control ability, it is indeed possible to imagine who in this world can be more accurate than him when inserting a knife into the acupuncture point of an inch, and who can be faster.

  The thugs on the side watched as the knife tip narrowly missed, making a whooshing sound as it stabbed back and forth between the high school student's fingers, their faces all showing expressions of incredulity.

  Yi Tian Xing smiled and knew that this suspenseless match had finally come to an end, but unexpectedly Xue San Er furrowed her brow and made another request.

  "Blindfolded?"

  It's no longer just a matter of skill, but also guts. What do I mean by guts? Take a look at that dark and skinny guy under Xue San'er, his face has turned pale with fear.

  Yi Tian Xing thought for a moment, then indifferently tilted his head to the side, indicating that he would go first. He took the black cloth handed over by Xue San Er from beside him and carefully covered his eyes - the knife moved like the wind, and it was as if he hadn't covered his eyes at all. The tip of the knife flashed with a cold light between the five fingers on the table, jumping around like an restless little elf playing games on Wuzhi Mountain.

  Xue San'er's calm face revealed a hint of surprise, and he exchanged a glance with one of his subordinates beside him, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. The subordinate understood the signal, pulled out a cold, gleaming cleaver from his bosom, let out a muffled grunt, and chopped down at Yi Tianxing's palm resting on the wooden table!

  At this time, Yi Tianxing was still playing with the knife tip, his eyes were still covered.

  Clang!

  This sound is neither like metal colliding nor like chopping into human flesh.

  Yi Tian Xing only felt that his wrist was hit by a heavy object, slightly sensing a pain similar to when Zou Lele pinched his ear, so he took off the black cloth covering his eyes.

  Then he saw a group of thugs in the noodle shop, staring blankly, Xue Saner's face was shocked, and the knife hand beside him had a frightened face, his mouth wide open as if he could swallow an ostrich egg.

  Yi Tian Xing glanced at the trembling machete in that guy's hand, furrowed his brow, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he coldly said to Xue San Er across the wooden table: "Third Master, this matter was not handled properly."

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  "Take care of this kid for me!"

  Xue San'er was indeed a seasoned veteran, not some ordinary street punk. The first thought that came to his mind was to take down this high school student in the red oil noodle shop.

  One of his men pulled out a dagger from his waist and rushed towards Yitianxing.

  Yi Tian Xing's lip corners slightly curled up, a cold smile on his face. With one punch, he smashed the wooden table in front of him into powder. In two steps, he rushed to the forefront, dodging the blades that were about to strike. He leaned in close to Xue San Er, and with two swift slaps, his palm slid down from his shoulder at an incredible speed. One hand grasped Xue San Er's throat, and he turned back to face the crowd, saying: "Who dares to move, I'll kill him!"

  The brothers on this road had never seen such quick movements before, and they were all stunned at once.

  In the blink of an eye, Xue San'er's three joints in both arms were dislocated by Yi Tianxing. At this moment, his two arms hung limply at his sides, extremely painful, yet he still shouted stubbornly: "What are you still dawdling for? Get me up!"

  Yi Tianxing suddenly leaned in close to his ear and said, "Just now I called you Third Master, it's because I'm too lazy to deal with you. You're not someone to be trifled with. In this world, to survive, don't have so many problems, don't provoke people you can't afford to mess with, okay?" Suddenly smiling at the thugs wielding knives and clubs in the noodle shop, he said, "All of you get out of here, I'll have a good chat with your boss."

  After saying this, he slapped the empty palm directly on the wall, and a palm print was left on the lime wall. He said coldly: "If I want to pinch him to death, it's like pinching an ant to death."

  After everyone left in shock, Xue San'er said coldly: "What do you want?"

  "It's nothing." Yi Tianxing shrugged his shoulders and calmly said, "I'm not afraid to tell you that we're not even on the same level of existence. Don't think about finding trouble with me again, or else you'll live a very hard life."

  Although he said it lightly, Xue San'er felt a hint of fear for the first time in these years after cutting off his finger. He put on a fearless and muddle-headed appearance, saying lightly: "What's there to be afraid of when you're out here making trouble?"

  "If you're not afraid of anything, what's wrong with admitting defeat?"

  "Losing anything is okay, but as a bachelor, what you can't afford to lose is face."

  Yitian Xing smiled as he looked at this rascal, suddenly grasped his right hand, gently pinched the joints of his remaining three fingers with his fingertips, and quietly said: "Don't pretend anymore, or I'll directly disable your finger."

  Listening to the faint sound of his fingers, it was as if a mouse was struggling under an iron rod, Xue San'er's face changed slightly.

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  "Don't move." Xue San'er shouted weakly. The thugs waiting outside the noodle shop saw the two of them walk out and were about to rush up, but when they heard this shout, they immediately put down their weapons. It wasn't just that they didn't dare disobey the boss's orders, but also because they had been thoroughly intimidated by Yi Tianxing's earlier display of skill, his empty-handed palm strike leaving a shadowy afterimage.

  "Farewell for now." Yi Tianxing smiled and said with a heroic tone.

  "You are......" A hint of puzzlement appeared in Xue San'er's eyes.

  "I am the 26th generation of secular disciples of Shaolin Temple, and I have also practiced Jin Zhong Zhao Tie Bu Shan for some time." Yi Tian Xing said calmly, but secretly smiled in his heart. "You are not martial artists, and I don't want to be enemies with you either. From now on, let's go our separate ways."

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  As they watched the unassuming high school student walk further and further away, Xue San'er's subordinates gathered around, but there was a deafening silence, clearly still reeling from the aftermath.

  After a good half day, someone said: "It turned out to be a practitioner's child, no wonder he was so fierce."

  Xue San'er combed his disheveled hair with his remaining three fingers, and smiled. However, a hint of malice flashed in his eyes. He put down his hand and gently rubbed his still sore throat, saying: "If practicing martial arts was useful, the Boxers wouldn't have been destroyed by the Eight-Nation Alliance."