Chapter 1: Are you sick?

  For men standing and women lying down, the crotch area is absolutely a dead spot.

  The former cannot be topped, and the latter cannot advance.

  If Tang Chong's vicious and ruthless punch really hit the mark, I'm afraid the evil Taoist priest would not only be unable to remain a man but also unable to remain human - the evil Taoist who lost his fighting ability would definitely be finished off by Tang Chong.

  It has come down to this, it's time to test reaction ability and physical quality.

  As an experienced assassin, the evil Taoist's shoe knife stabbed empty air, and Tang Zhong knew what kind of counterattack he would make. Feeling a cold wind blowing from his crotch, a chill ran down his spine, and his nerves tightened, his raised right leg suddenly swung to the left.

  Then his body shifted and Tang Zhong's fist struck at the hem of his long gown.

  From Tang Zhong's sneak attack from behind to the Taoist's desperate counterattack, and then to Tang Zhong's slide down from the lower plate to attack the evil Taoist Egg, the Taoist twists his body. These movements are completed in a flash, leaving almost no room for breath or thought, relying entirely on the body's natural reaction to make evasive actions or attacks.

  In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged many blows, each using their most lethal moves.

  A carp jumped up, and Tang Chong leaped up from the ground.

  The two men faced off again, neither able to gain the upper hand over the other.

  "Little kid. Looks like I really underestimated you." The evil Daoist's eyes were venomous as he glared at Tang Chong, speaking fiercely. It seemed that Tang Chong not being easily defeated by him made him feel very resentful.

  "I overestimated you." Tang Zhong licked his dry, cracked lips and said provocatively.

  "Hmm, not bad. You even know how to use the tactic of provoking anger on the battlefield - if I didn't know you were a student, I'd really suspect that you and I are in the same line of work." The evil Taoist knew that Tang Zhong said those words to provoke him.

  If he rushes up at this time, he must have prepared a killer move to deal with himself?

  "Why don't you think I'm just bluffing, intentionally stalling for time so someone else can come and rescue us?" Tang Chong said with a smile. "I'm a student, you're an assassin. I can live in the sunlight, but you can't be seen by people, nor can you see the light of day----"

  As expected, upon hearing Tang Chong's words, the evil Taoist's complexion changed.

  He waved his knife and walked towards Tang Chong, saying in a hoarse voice: "I have to say, you're a master of mind games - I'm being torn apart by your words. Originally, I wanted to play with you guys for a while longer, but now it seems... the game is going to end sooner than expected."

  "Damn it." Tang Chong cursed in his heart. I won't let you play around. Go back and play with your dad instead.

  However, the evil Taoist priest charged forward with a dagger in hand, and he couldn't help but take him seriously.

  He somewhat regretted not bringing his own weapon out the door.

  The evil Taoist slashed over with one knife, and Tang Chong retreated a step back.

  Another slash. Tang Chong retreated another step.

  The evil way advances, he can only retreat.

  The more he advances, the more he retreats.

  It looks like there is no resistance at all.

  When advancing again, Tang Zhong could no longer retreat.

  Behind him was the chill of autumn sitting on the ground.

  He couldn't drag Autumn into the war circle, or else he would have to choose between sacrificing her or being a coward. He didn't want to die, nor did he want to see her die.

  "Retreat again." The evil dao sneered and said. His body suddenly pounced out, one knife stabbing towards Tang Chong's chest.

  The knife sliced through the air, making a faint sound. With poor hearing, it was almost impossible to hear.

  Simple. Direct. Yet irresistible.

  Since Tang Zhong had no choice but to retreat, the only option was to take this blow head-on.

  How to hardwire?

  No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you still fear a kitchen knife. He doesn't think his fists are sharper than a knife.

  And while dodging the dagger in his hand, he also had to guard against the killer in his shoes.

  He's indeed a troublesome guy.

  Tang Zhong angrily shouted and instead of retreating, he moved forward.

  He exposed his chest completely, without any defense, just like the evil Taoist had exposed his back earlier.

  His two fists were clenched, one fist smashed towards the evil Taoist's face, and the other fist was hidden behind, striking at an unpredictable point.

  The evil Taoist sneered inwardly, thinking that this little brat dared to sing "Empty City Strategy" in front of him, truly unaware of his impending doom.

  His chest was wide open, trying to create a fake impression that he was daring someone to make a move, so as to make himself doubt if the other had any hidden tricks up his sleeve - what hidden tricks could he possibly have?

  The right hand holding the knife moved down three inches and stabbed directly at Tang Chong's heart.

  Left hand clenched into a fist, ready to intercept Tang Chong's punch.

  Just as Tang Zhong's fist was about to collide with the Daoist's dagger, he transformed his fist into a palm and shook his wrist, using a small grappling hand to grab the Daoist's wrist.

  "A minor skill." The Taoist thought to himself.

  With a short blade, he first prepared to cut off a few of Tang Chong's fingers as a warning.

  Tang was overjoyed.

  "Here comes the opportunity."

  He spun around one hundred and eighty degrees, changing from facing the Taoist priest to having his back to him, and his entire body fell into the Taoist priest's embrace.

  Those who didn't know what was going on thought Tang Chong was actively throwing himself into another man's arms.

  An inch short, a danger.

  An inch longer, a share stronger.

  It's good that he has a useful tool in his hand. However, once Tang Zhong's body had shrunk into his arms, the dagger became unnecessary.

  Tang Chongyu stuck his back to the Daoist's chest, one hand clamped down on the wrist of the hand holding the knife, and the other hand's elbow fiercely struck the Daoist's chest.

  Beauty is intoxicated!

  A nice-sounding name, but a very fierce finishing move.

  Bang!

  The Taoist's chest was hit by the elbow, and he stumbled backward in pain.

  Take advantage of his illness and take his life.

  Tang Zhong took advantage of his victory and counterattacked, striking him with an elbow strike again when he was still unsteady on his feet.

  The Taoist's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted onto Tang Chong's back.

  Because Tang Zhong's head was higher than his, he could only spit on his clothes. If Tang Zhong were a bit shorter or the Taoist stood on tiptoes and looked up with an upturned face when he wanted to spit, spitting out this mouthful of blood would be quite troublesome.

  In that case, it's likely to spray on Tang Zhong's neck or face.

  Tang Chong's elbow thrust back for the third time and suddenly fell into the palm of the wicked Taoist priest, who had been on guard.

  Tang Zhong grasped his right arm, and he grasped Tang Zhong's left elbow. The two bodies were tightly pressed together, the evil Taoist's chest stuck to Tang Zhong's back - this posture was as passionate as it was ambiguous.

  If the evil Taoist sticks out his tongue and lightly licks Tang Chong's neck, or blows a breath into his ear - of course, he needs to tiptoe to do so. Then, the long-awaited 'Slovenly Hero vs. Flower Beauty' play that countless rotten women have been expecting will begin with great passion.

  What a pity! This is war!

  Life and death battle!

  The wicked Taoist suffered losses one after another, feeling both ashamed and angry.

  His right foot scraped against the ground three times, and the hidden thorn that had originally gone through the heel of his shoe slid to the toe.

  He kicked one foot towards Tang Zhong's heel, ready to pierce his calf.

  Tang was shocked and pressed his entire body weight onto the Taoist priest, then jumped up high with both legs.

  The Taoist couldn't withstand this powerful force and his body fell backwards.

  Then the two bodies rolled in the yard, knocking down the fence and rushing towards the cliff outside the backyard.

  Boom!

  Tang Chong's head heavily hit a protruding rock, hitting him so hard that his eyes were seeing stars and he almost fainted.

  Akudou's forehead was also continuously injured by stones, with blood dripping down, looking equally miserable.

  When they finally managed to steady themselves, they found themselves at the edge of a cliff.

  The mountain wind howled in their ears, and many rocks of various sizes that had rolled down with them jumped out with a loud crackling sound, and then there was no echo for a long time.

  Tang Chou was underneath, and the evil Taoist priest was pressing down on his body.

  The Taoist's hands grasped the dagger, desperately trying to stab it into Tang Chong's neck and cut open his trachea.

  Tang Zhong's hands grasped the evil Taoist's hands, using all his might to try and move the knife away.

  It's near.

  Getting closer and closer.

  Pressing from top to bottom always saves a bit of physical strength.

  "Go die." The evil Taoist said with a ferocious expression.

  Bang!

  The back of his head was suddenly hit hard, and his body quickly fell downwards.

  Tang was greatly shocked, his head tilted to the left just in time to avoid the dagger's attack. Then, taking advantage of his loss of balance, he forcibly used strength to reverse the direction of the blade and stabbed it into his eyes.

  "Ah----" The evil Taoist priest let out a mournful cry.

  A sharp knife pierced his left eye, the tip of the blade bursting through the eyeball, one eye was destroyed, and fresh blood gushed out like a flood, pouring down Tang Chong's face and body.

  "Ah----"

  The evil path wailed again, even more miserably than last time.

  Tang Zhong exerted his strength and forcibly pulled out the dagger from his eye socket.

  Then, another knife pierced through the right eye of the evil Dao's eyeball.

  Only the dead are safe.

  In countless film and television works, the good guy defeats the bad guy at the last moment, but then has a change of heart and prepares to let him off, only for the bad guy to suddenly jump up and stab him to death or stab his son, daughter, wife, lover, father, mother, or other relatives to death. Tang Zhong would never make such a stupid mistake.

  The evil Taoist's eyes were destroyed, and the pain had driven him mad.

  He disregarded everything and tightly hugged Tang Zhong's body with both hands, then desperately rolled towards the edge of the cliff.

  He is ready to die with Tang Chong.

  He wants to die. Tang Zhongke doesn't want to die.

  His right leg moved between the Taoist's two legs and then suddenly came up and knocked upwards.

  This is another posture of a beauty intoxicating wine.

  Tang Chong seemed to have heard the sound of something breaking.

  At the last moment, he still broke through the Taoist's egg.

  Another knee strike.

  Boom boom boom----

  Tang Zhong's right leg stretched out and bent repeatedly, striking the Daoist's weak spot in the crotch.

  The Taoist's grip on Tang Zhong's strength was getting smaller and smaller, his body also getting weaker and weaker.

  Tang Zhong's body tensed up and then suddenly increased in strength.

  It was as if he had been catapulted by a trebuchet, or propelled by the explosive force of gunpowder. The Taoist's body soared into the air, flying towards the endless cliff behind Tang Zheng.

  Beautiful posture, ugly appearance!

  (PS: I'm a bit tired today, so there are only two updates.)