Chapter 55: One Sword

  "Which White Horse Scout is Chen Qing?" After drinking half a bottle of wine, Guo was still calm and composed, sitting in the chair, not afraid of Chen's sudden attack at all.

  Just as Chen Qingzhi had finished telling Chen Xiangyu about the "Biography of Fan Yun" in Li Baoyu's "History of the Northern Qi Dynasty", he walked down the stairs and heard Guo Jue ask, especially with his narrow and cold eyes narrowed, "I am."

  "I heard about your exploits in Nanyang, born into a noble family, well-read and knowledgeable, single-handedly taking on the number one giant of Inner Mongolia. Wei Ye once said that if you and Li Kuafu were placed in the chaotic world of the Three Kingdoms, you would both be elegant heroes like Ma Chao of Xiliang. I've always been skeptical, and today my main goal is to see for myself what kind of majestic hero Sun Manqiu is." Guo Qianru wiped his mouth, erasing the wine stains, slightly turned his head, and stared at Chen Qing.

  "A duel?" Chen Qingzi said calmly.

  "Right here." Guo Qie Ru slowly stood up, his ten fingers opening and closing, stretching and shrinking, with a cracking sound from the joints.

  Guo Ge Ruo is very capable of fighting, this is something that everyone in the Jiangsu and Shanghai area knows. The Shanghai Bamboo Leaf Green Huang Fu Hui Yu has a light-headed red lotus big Meng Chong that can't be killed, and the old Buddha of Jiangsu always has an old cripple behind him who plays with knives faster than anyone else and is more overbearing than anyone else. Apart from Jin Pen washing his hands for nearly 20 years, among the younger generation in Jiangsu, Guo Ge Ruo is the most ruthless and fearless. This crazy bandit, who owes Wei Duan Gong a life, once carried the nine thousand-year-old man with a chopped leg and ran out of two streets, with dozens of enemies following behind him. He also blocked two gunshots for Wei Gong Gong and helped this nine-thousand-year-old man do countless evil things, earning him numerous curses. Although there were opportunities to replace Wei Duan Gong's position, this silent and taciturn man who only knew how to kill people and set fires never betrayed the Wei family, his will was as hard as steel.

  The living room wasn't small, but Chen Ergou and Cao Jingjian still retreated to Wang Jiefang's room. Wang Huzi was left holding several plates of uneaten dishes, squatting in a corner to watch. Wang Jiefang, who was also squatting beside him, was responsible for pouring his drinks. They had heard from Shi Qingfeng that Guo Daxia was brave and good at fighting, but his greatest pleasure in life wasn't finding beautiful women to vent his frustrations, but rather fighting crickets, a very strange hobby.

  Chen Qing stood still.

  Kuo's eyes narrowed, his body flashed forward, his right foot fiercely kicked the ground, and his body violently twisted to the left. With a loud whoosh, his right fist shot straight at Chen Qing's face, extremely fast. Chen Qing's body leaned back slightly, his left hand striking Kuo's elbow joint. This punch created a subtle deviation, but it was this forced, fleeting movement that allowed Kuo's fist to barely graze Chen Qing's earlobe.

  Almost simultaneously, Guo Qie successfully closed in and launched a swift and fierce knee strike, startling Wang Hu and Wang Jiefang who were watching the battle with interest. This move was not fancy, but it won out in terms of speed, accuracy, and power. Chen Qing's left hand also quickly withdrew after landing a successful hit, while his right arm sank down to forcefully suppress Guo Qie's knee strike. However, only one arm could only slow down Guo Qie's attack, and due to its sheer ferocity, the momentum continued to carry through, striking Chen Qing's abdomen. Just in time, Chen Qing's left hand pressed down, suddenly exerting force to counterattack, and astonishingly managed to push back Guo Qie's knee strike, forcing him to retreat several steps.

  A master's move is like a spark of electricity, it happens in the blink of an eye.

  Guo Cuo's body, without any stagnation, turned his right hip and shoulder, slightly raised his left elbow, and his left hook fist arced towards Chen Qing. His body rotated greatly, causing Guo Cuo's fists and feet to lash out like a whip. This punch seemed simple, but in fact, it was with the front sole of his left foot as the axis, his heel rotating outward, his shoe rapidly rubbing against the ground, causing the ground to creak. The punch was like a whip strike, shooting out like a bullet.

  Chen Qingzhi's left hand slipped down like a snake into the gap under Guo Ge's left hook, suddenly lifted up, and then his body sank down without any warning. He leaned forward, shoulder to arm, colliding with Guo Ge, who had just thrown a punch that missed its mark, sending him stumbling backward. Chen Qingzhi took advantage of the situation to launch a counterattack, his fists flying out as fast as lightning, pounding against Guo Ge's chest like raindrops. Guo Ge retreated again and again, exhausted from defending himself. At first, Chen Qingzhi had been using a defensive style that was typical of internal martial arts, with a strong emphasis on protecting oneself from attacks without yielding an inch. This led Guo Ge to mistakenly believe that he was up against someone who practiced internal martial arts. But then, after a brief moment of storing up his energy and seizing the initiative in close combat, Chen Qingzhi suddenly opened up his stance, unleashing a powerful long-range punch.

  Add one inch of length and add one inch of strength.

  Seize the moment, a powerful cannon-like punch hit Guo Qietu's right ribcage, sending this notorious "Desperate Three" of Nanjing crashing into the eight immortals table in the living room. The brand new and sturdy table was overturned and smashed to pieces by Guo Qietu's body. Just as Wang Huzi let out a sigh of relief thinking that the situation was under control, Guo Qietu stood up unscathed, dusting himself off, his eyes blazing red-hot. He took off his suit jacket and threw it aside, then wrapped his tie around his right fist in circles.

  Real men.

  Wang Hu's anger was still simmering, he didn't want the wine cup, so he took the wine bottle from Wang Jiefang's hand and poured himself a mouthful, savoring it.

  No nonsense from either side, let's fight again.

  A real fight is absolutely without flying roofs and walls, no beautiful elegance, only one inch of cruelty and one inch of ferocity. Guo Jia's foot kicks, sweeps, elbow strikes, knee caps, all are precise, against Chen Qingzhi's watertight interception, hook shots and whip lashes, it's simply Zhang Fei sitting on the Changban Bridge against Hu Chi Xu Chu, hard hitting without any water content.

  Although Chen Qingzhi is not as ruthless and cunning as Guo Xiaonian, he has a great deal of skill in the internal and external fist methods, which are completely different from each other. This is the first time he has used his full strength in front of Wang Hu and others, and it truly makes Wang surrender. Usually, Chen Qingzhi only teaches Chen Erdou some simple and practical routines, and his movements are always elegant and refined, not at all fierce or overbearing. Today, however, he finally opens Wang's eyes wide and makes him understand why the young master is so fond of this champion of the martial arts world. Compared to Wang, Chen Qingzhi's skills are much more refined, and it is clear that his methods would be no match for a seasoned expert with decades of experience.

  "It's a mess, but the foundation is solid. No wonder it was personally nurtured by Taiyuan's Old Master Chen. Second Dog, you've picked up a big treasure."

  Cao Jing smiled and said, looking at the two men fiercely fighting in the living room, "This Guo has a bit of Muay Thai style, I've also heard that he once wrapped his hands with cotton strips soaked in stone dust and beat his opponent to internal bleeding with just a few punches. His fighting style is very wild and doesn't have any fancy moves. This kind of person is also popular in the special forces, high efficiency and high disability rate. Chen Qingzhi, on the other hand, is much more orthodox, Northern Long Fist, Wing Chun, and his family's traditional martial arts. I've counted it, so far Chen Qingzhi has used about six different fist techniques. It's rare to have both internal and external skills, as they say 'internal training is one breath, external training is tendons, bones, and skin', who can easily master both? My grandfather had a close friend who was a Southern Fist champion, proficient in Yang-style Tai Chi and ancient Wing Chun. He said that people with tall stature or large hands are often born with great strength, but if someone has slender and delicate hands like a woman's, they must have cultivated internal power through hard work. Chen Qingzhi is clearly one of them, besides being skilled in Xingyiquan and Baguazhang, he is also an expert in breaking techniques. I guess Chen Qingzhi must have developed his internal power through years of practicing sticky hands drills."

  "What's this 'small idea' you're talking about? What kind of thing is it?"

  His eyes fixed on the two men fighting, Cao Jingyuan wanted to speak but hesitated, and finally decided to give up the pale text definition. "I'll tell you an experience," he said. "Six years ago, my brother once asked for guidance from that master of Gu Xianghua. He simply put his hand on my brother's back and said that my brother didn't have the internal energy of the bridge yet. My brother was not convinced, and his hands retreated to try to control the old man's wrist. The old man smiled lightly, changed his grip, and with a slight turn of his body, pressed down with his elbow towards the back and lower side. With his left hand, he lightly patted my brother's left shoulder, and my brother immediately lost his balance and stumbled forward. In that instant, the old man suddenly changed his grip again and easily pulled my brother back to the starting position. The speed of his movements was like a swift thunderbolt. My brother was at a loss, and in front of the old man, he was like a monkey who couldn't escape the Buddha's palm. Chinese boxing is vast and profound, and being familiar with the routines and having a solid foundation is only one foot in the door. It can't be said that you've already entered the inner sanctum. Second Dog, learn more exquisite routines from Chen Qingzhi, and you'll have more advantages when facing an enemy. But don't go crazy about it. His skills were honed over 20 years, and you shouldn't dive in headfirst like him. Your body won't allow you to practice external boxing with your life on the line, and you've already missed the best time to practice internal boxing. Why not spend more time practicing with a knife? Who knows, it might bring unexpected benefits."

  A chess match has begun with evenly matched opponents.

  Wang Hu Sheng and Wang Jiefang had no choice but to shrink into a corner of the hall, lest they be affected by association.

  Chen Qingzhi and Guo Qianyu both showed astonishing fighting skills, entangling each other until the end. The two were almost evenly matched, with every punch and kick landing squarely on their opponent. It was a fierce battle to see who would fall first. Guo Qianyu's ferocity was on full display today, like a bloodthirsty leopard pouncing and dodging in the hall. Every move was swift and deadly, as if he was determined to take down Chen Qingzhi with him, fighting with every ounce of strength he had.

  If we don't fight, then let's just forget it. But if we do fight, the momentum will be like a dragon and snake entwining each other, continuous and unrelenting, until one side emerges victorious.

  It's basically about these two people.

  Chen Qing's face was as bright and sharp as a cold blade splashed with burning liquor, his eyes not as frenzied as Guo Jia's, but his fists and feet were in no way inferior in terms of momentum.

  Finally bleeding.

  Guo's fist, Chen Qingzhi's mouth corner.

  One arrow cannot be retrieved.

  The battle is becoming increasingly brutal.

  Chen Ergou, Cao Jingxian, Wang Husheng and Wang Jiefang almost simultaneously thought of one person, Chen Fugui.

  Chen Ergou's mind was filled with memories of his childhood, squatting beside the white birch tree, watching the big guys practicing their mountain-climbing skills with bare arms.

  Cao Jingyuan imagined that the East China Sea was carrying Lin Juguang and Jiang Qingdi, two fierce tigers, straight into the heart of the enemy, making a name for himself in one move.

  Wang Hu Sheng and Wang Jie Fang were both thinking about being a rich and powerful brother, who had previously played with two young masters in a bar. Wang Hu Sheng suddenly gulped down two mouthfuls of liquor, the white wine's degree was not low, burning his body like fire in his throat and belly. This young master thought to himself, "Second Dog, if you can stand behind me, we, the White Horse Flower, will be able to walk horizontally in Nanjing?"

  Chen Qingzhi had been building up his strength all along, slowly crawling upwards until he reached the highest point before swooping down with a fatal blow.

  Guo Qie Ruo was still unfolding his fierce and violent attack without any reserve, perhaps he didn't think Chen Qing Zhi could last until the end, or perhaps it was because he hadn't had such a thrilling fight in a long time that he lost himself. Chen Qing Zhi was enduring, Guo Qie Ruo was supporting, after a long time, Guo Qie Ruo finally showed a hint of fatigue. It was at this moment that Chen Qing Zhi's body burst out like a bow, lifting his right leg to the same height as his chest, completely ignoring Guo Qie Ruo's attacks that couldn't be withdrawn. With unparalleled ferocity, he kicked out with one leg, accurately hitting Guo Qie Ruo's abdomen, causing him to stumble. Guo Qie Ruo spat out a mouthful of blood but managed to support himself without falling. However, Chen Qing Zhi's subsequent punch, which had been accumulating strength until that moment, sent the stubborn Guo Qie Ruo flying backward. Another mouthful of blood gushed out from his throat, and no matter how hard he tried to suppress it, Guo Qie Ruo couldn't hold back.

  A severe internal injury without any discount.

  Kuo Gu's eyes were as complex as a kite cut off from its string. He thought of his master, Wei Duan Gong, whose gloomy face he had seen thousands of times over the past decade or so. He also thought of that woman whom he had revered for over a decade, but only dared to observe from afar, not even daring to harbor any impure thoughts about her. Perhaps, except for Wei Gong, who was well-versed in human nature and its complexities, no one knew why Kuo Gu was willing to risk his life time and again for the Wei family. Maybe Kuo Gu just wanted to stubbornly prove that he wasn't a traitor, as Wei Gong had once said when drunk. Or maybe he just wanted to express his deep feelings in a very subtle way. Kuo Gu didn't know if it was love or not, but he didn't dare take a step further, content with being loyal and devoted to her husband, Wei Gong, as they navigated the jianghu together. He didn't even know if she knew that there was such a man who had feelings for her. Was it worth it? Kuo Gu didn't want to think about this meaningless question anymore. He had already repaid his debt of gratitude to the person who had saved his life many years ago, and yet he still hadn't left or plotted against Wei Gong. Not until after Wei Gong's death did Kuo Gu take action, watching as she wore a sorrowful expression that night. With a knife in hand, Kuo Gu snuck into the Qiao residence and killed Qiao Baizhi. He didn't feel any excitement, remaining extremely calm from start to finish, nor did he have any regrets afterwards.

  He fell to the ground with a thud, Guo Jue lying at the door of Wang Jiefang's house, under Chen Er Gou's feet.

  The Northeastern man crouched down, but instead of helping him up, he swiftly pulled out a dagger, the same Alaskan harpoon that had never tasted blood. With one hand covering Guo's throat and the other making a light wiping motion on his wrist.

  Hiss!

  Blood gushed out.

  Kuo's eyes first showed shock and unwillingness, then relief and comfort, finally leaving only a hint of desolation and regret that no one could understand.

  Death shrouded the former No. 1 general of Nanjing with a stunning speed that can be clearly felt yesterday.

  Wang Hu Sheng and Wang Jiefang were dumbfounded, Chen Qingzhi also had an incredulous face, only Cao Jing was calm.

  Chen Ergou put away his dagger, stood up and wiped the eyes of Guo Qianyu, letting him close his eyes. He raised his head towards Chen Qing and said: "If you can still fight, come with me again." (To find out what happens next, please log in. More chapters are available. Support the author, support the official version!)