Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

After saying that, Xu Xingchen took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with an unyielding light. Although his body was shaking due to serious injuries and every movement was accompanied by severe pain, he resolutely mobilized the remaining, almost imperceptible true energy in his body.

These true energies flowed slowly through his meridians like a thin stream in winter. Although thin, they contained tenacious vitality. Xu Xingchen knew that he was in a critical situation at the moment, and only by trying his best could he have a glimmer of hope.

Therefore, Xu Xingchen relied on his amazing willpower to forcefully activate Shaolin's unique martial arts [Vajra Finger]. His index finger and middle finger were brought together, and golden light gradually gathered at the fingertips.

It was the unique light emitted after the internal force was highly concentrated. Although the light was faint, it seemed particularly dazzling at this moment, as if it was the brightest star in the night sky.

With the continuous infusion of internal strength, the golden light became brighter and brighter, pointing directly at the servant who was closer to him. At that moment, the air around him seemed to solidify.

However, at this critical moment, although Xu Xingchen's heart was full of indomitable spirit and tenacity, the injuries on his body were like heavy shackles, ruthlessly restraining his movements.

The [Vajra Finger] that should have been as swift as thunder seemed to be dragged by an invisible force, becoming slow and heavy, and every movement was accompanied by a tearing pain in his body.

There was a flicker of unwillingness and determination in Xu Xingchen's eyes, but his body was not strong enough for him to face this cruel reality. Upon seeing this, the servant felt an unprecedented fear in his heart.

Because the servant could feel the terrifying power bursting out from Xu Xingqi's fingertips. It was a force that was enough to shake mountains and destroy everything. Under the threat of death, he almost forgot all his skills and strategies.

Only by relying on instinctive reaction and twisting his body with all his strength, he barely avoided the fatal blow from Xu Xingchen's [Vajra Finger]. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air around him was filled with tension and despair.

Even so, the strong wind from the [Vajra Finger] that passed by still made the servant's face pale as paper in an instant. Although this force failed to hit his body directly, its aftermath was shocking enough.

The servant felt a strong airflow hitting his body, as if countless needles were pricking every inch of his skin. His body trembled involuntarily and his legs became weak.

He almost fell to his knees, but he knew that he must not give up resistance at this time, otherwise a more tragic fate would be waiting for him. So the servant quickly crawled to the woman's side.

Then, the expression on the servant's face became extremely complicated, with anxiety and helplessness intertwined, as if the sudden change had completely overwhelmed his inner peace, and he hurriedly asked.

"Miss Chu, this sudden change caught us all off guard. What should we do next?"

There was a hint of trembling and uneasiness in his voice now, and his eyes were full of requests for help. He stared at the woman closely. At that moment, she seemed to be his only ray of hope.

The woman called Miss Chu had a face as cold as ice, and her eyes revealed an extraordinary calmness and determination. She sighed softly, as if she felt a little helpless about the predicament before her, but then she regained her composure.

"You ask me? How can I know the best way to deal with this turbulent world?"

The woman called Miss Chu had a tone that was a little self-deprecating, but also revealed a hint of determination.

"However, since things have come to this, let's... go down the mountain and see if we can find her body."

The servant frowned when he heard this, obviously having doubts about such a proposal, but there was no other way now. He looked at the weak Xu Xingchen over there and asked the woman.

"What about this person?"

The woman called Miss Chu looked at the weak Xu Xingchen over there and spoke slowly.

"This person was hit by the master's unique skill, the Black Wind Finger. This finger technique is extremely vicious. The true energy contained in it is icy cold and piercing, enough to kill a person without knowing it. And he fought fiercely with us along the way."

"He had no time to take care of his own injuries, which allowed the extremely cold Qi to take advantage of the opportunity to invade his body further. Now it has spread to his upper body and even invaded his Dantian, a vital part of the human body."

"As time goes by, this cold air will gradually corrode his entire body, and eventually freeze him into an ice sculpture, causing him to die in endless cold and pain. In this case, there is no need for us to rush into action..."

At this point, the voice of the woman called Miss Chu involuntarily became low and heavy, as if even the air was filled with an indescribable sorrow, and a complex emotion flashed in her bright eyes.

Miss Chu felt deeply sorry for the impending tragedy as well as helplessness and sigh at the fickleness of fate. She couldn't help but feel a heart-wrenching pain for the young man.

Because she couldn't bear to see such a handsome and delicate young man like Xu Xingchen die tragically. He was like the brightest star in the night sky, but was about to fall sadly in this cruel world. How could this not make people feel pity?

However, she knew deep down that this world was cruel and ruthless. In this world where the strong preyed on the weak and the strong were respected, everyone was struggling for their own survival.

Everyone has the potential to become a pawn in the hands of others or an innocent victim, because she herself has hovered on the brink of life and death countless times and has deeply experienced the helplessness and despair. Therefore, she understands in her heart that all she can do is to try her best to protect herself from harm.

"Ugh!"

The woman called Miss Chu sighed softly, and the sigh seemed particularly long in the quiet atmosphere, as if it carried endless thoughts and helplessness.

A barely perceptible sadness flashed across her beautiful eyes, and then she turned and left, with a sense of determination and relief in her steps, and no longer looked back at the weak Xu Xingchen.

The servant beside her turned around and looked at Xu Xingchen over there. His gaze lingered on Xu Xingchen for a moment, as if he was evaluating something. Then he loyally followed Miss Chu's steps and walked away.

Xu Xingchen looked at their departing backs. After they had completely disappeared from his sight, he slowly squatted down and gently shook the lush green vine that was wrapped around the ancient tree trunk.

This subtle movement seemed to be a tacit signal between them, reminding Luo Nianqing below.

Luo Nianqing, who was below, felt the subtle movement coming from above, and a look of expectation and nervousness appeared on her mature face. Her slender hands were as delicate as green onions.

Holding tightly to the seemingly fragile but actually tough vines on the green ivy, I carefully climbed up along the winding path. The green ivy was covered with traces of time and mottled with moss, and every leaf seemed to be telling a story from the past.

After a while, Luo Nianqing, with her indomitable will and agility, slowly climbed up the winding, moss-covered vine. She carefully looked for every place where she could gain leverage and held the vine tightly with both hands.

Her feet jumped flexibly between the rocks, and every step seemed so firm and powerful. The sunlight shining on her delicate body added a bit of determination and indomitable spirit to her.

When Luo Nianqing finally reached the top, the scene before her made her heart tighten. She saw Xu Xingchen lying quietly beside a huge rock, his handsome face as pale as paper.

His eyes were tightly closed and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, as if he had lost all his strength and vitality.

"Mr. Xu..."

Luo Nianqing's heart suddenly tightened, as if being pulled by an invisible rope. His eyes became moist in an instant, and crystal tears swirled at the edges of his eye sockets, but he tried hard not to let them fall.

Her voice was filled with anxiety and deep worry that was difficult to conceal. Every word seemed to come from the softest part of her heart, trembling and uneasy. She almost trotted towards Xu Xingchen, her steps were quick and firm, and every step revealed her endless concern for the person in front of her.