Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

"Snapped!"

The moment Wu Dunru's body hit the ground, there was a loud and clear sound as it collided violently with the extremely hard ground. Dust suddenly flew all around, covering the sky and the sun, as if even the air had solidified at this moment.

When the dust settled, only the devastated scene remained. Broken branches, scattered rubble and Wu Dunru's disheveled figure together weaved a desolate and tragic picture. The air was filled with endless sadness and bleakness.

"puff……"

Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of bright red blood seemed to break free of all restraints and suddenly overflowed from the corner of Wu Dunru's tightly pursed mouth, like a flood that could not be stopped. The warm liquid drew a shocking arc in the air.

Finally, it fell weakly on his face, which had become extremely pale due to pain, and on his clothes that had long been soaked with sweat. The blood quickly seeped and spread, staining the clothes with mottled colors.

It was like a bloody painting that was painted inadvertently, or like a gorgeous flower that quietly bloomed in the abyss of despair, beautiful yet heart-pounding. Wu Dunru's eyes had lost their former luster, replaced by full of pain and unwillingness.

His eyes were empty and blurred, as if telling of the endless struggle and helplessness in his heart. Wu Dunru tried to support the ground with his hands, trying to struggle to stand up again.

However, his physical weakness and pain tightly entangled him like heavy chains, making his every effort seem so powerless and futile. Moreover, the venom from Li Mochou's [Five Poison Palm] began to spread in Wu Dunru's body.

His body was trembling slightly, and every attempt to get up only brought him a deeper sense of frustration. In the end, he could only fall to the ground helplessly, his eyes still staring straight ahead, filled with a look of unwillingness to give up, but he was still unable to stand up again as he wished.

Since childhood, Wu Dunru has been filled with endless yearning and obsession for the majestic and powerful "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing" performed by his master Guo Jing. Whenever he witnessed his master Guo Jing defeating many heroes with that powerful palm technique.

All of these can ignite an indescribable enthusiasm in Wu Dunru's heart, and he dreams that one day he will be able to perform this peerless martial art, the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing, to the fullest extent possible, just like his master Guo Jing.

However, although Wu Dunru was fortunate to be by Guo Jing's side and had gone through several years of unremitting hard training, sweating profusely every day, diligently trying to figure out the essence of every move and every style of the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing", unfortunately, his progress always seemed to be unsatisfactory.

What is surprising is that even though Wu Dunru has put in so much effort and sweat, the [Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing] he mastered still seems quite clumsy, lacking the necessary strength and domineering power, and more like a mere "flowery boxing and embroidered kick" that is only for show.

Indeed, he had done his best to memorize the complicated and exquisite moves that his master Guo Jing had carefully taught him, and he tried to make every movement and every breath exactly the same as the original.

But whenever he really put his skills into practice, the power and charm that should have been shocking seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and could never be fully released, which made people sigh.

Moreover, whenever Wu Dunru was involved in a fierce confrontation with others, the power of the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing" he displayed, which was supposed to be earth-shattering, would be inexplicably greatly reduced.

One can't help but doubt the level of his martial arts proficiency. In battle, how much power can he really exert from the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms"? This has become an elusive mystery.

Just like before, Li Mochou keenly perceived at a glance that Wu Dunru's so-called "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing" was actually just an empty shell, although the palm came whistling.

However, he lacked the power and arrogance he should have, as if he was just bluffing and had nothing inside. It was not difficult to judge that his comprehension and control of this unique skill was far from reaching the entry level.

"Big Brother!!!"

Wu Xiuwen's voice was filled with disbelief and extreme fear. He watched helplessly as his own brother Wu Dunru was hit in the chest by the cruel and ruthless enemy Li Mochou's powerful [Five Poison Palm].

Wu Dunru's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground. Amid the flying dust, a streak of bright red was particularly eye-catching. It was the trace of blood spitting from his mouth, indicating his miserable situation of being seriously injured at the moment.

"Li Mochou! Give me your life!!!"

Wu Xiuwen, who witnessed all this, instantly turned red in the eyes. Anger and grief intertwined together, inspiring the infinite courage and strength deep in his heart. He almost roared at the same time.

The whole person's figure flashed, and his fingers quickly condensed internal energy to point [One Yang Finger]. With deep hatred for his archenemy Li Mochou and determination to avenge his brother, this attack condensed all his strength and killed Li Mochou.

However, what was surprising was that, like the [Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms] performed by Wu Xiuwen and his brother Wu Dunru, Wu Xiuwen's [One Yang Finger] did not emit a ray of extremely strong and masculine finger force from the tips of his index and middle fingers.

Logically speaking, as the secret of Dali's Duan family, the power of [One Yang Finger] is so strong that it has always been talked about by people in the martial arts world. Once it is performed, it should be able to move from the tips of the practitioner's index and middle fingers.

An extremely hot, strong and masculine finger force burst out. That finger force was like the scorching sun in the sky at noon in midsummer, shining brightly and indestructible. It could pierce through metal and stone in an instant and make the opponent afraid.

But the scene before him was quite different. Wu Xiuwen's finger [One Yang Finger] not only did not show any earth-shattering power, but instead seemed extremely ordinary, just like any finger casually extended by any mortal in the world.

There was nothing special about it. There was no flash of blazing flames, nor was there any sense of the heart-shaking yang energy. It was truly shocking.

"Humph! A straw bag is still a straw bag after all. No matter how hard you struggle, it's all in vain!"

Seeing this, Li Mochou's beautiful red lips couldn't help but curl up into a cold and contemptuous smile, with a sense of superiority in her smile and a pair of extremely cold eyes.

Full of deep disdain and merciless ridicule towards Wu Xiuwen in front of him, those cold eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and regarded all of Wu Xiuwen's current efforts as meaningless struggles.

Afterwards, Li Mochou gently moved her ankles, which were as soft as jade, and the Ancient Tomb School's light Kung Fu [Catching Birds Kung Fu] was naturally performed. Her figure instantly became light and ethereal, like a magpie about to soar into the sky, extremely agile.

In a flash of her graceful figure, Li Mochou arrived at an elusive position in an instant. At the same time, she slowly raised her slender hand with an elegant and calm movement.

As her mind flowed, fifty percent of her deep internal strength began to slowly gather on the whisk in her hand. At that moment, every silk strand on the whisk seemed to be given life, flashing a faint cold light and swaying gently in the surrounding space.

Although the power contained in those silk ribbons has not yet erupted, people can already feel the power contained in them that cannot be underestimated. It seems that it will pour out like thunder at any time and completely destroy all obstacles.

Then, he turned his wrist lightly, as if driving the circulation of the surrounding air, and with a fierce momentum that no one could resist, he swung towards Wu Xiuwen who was approaching rapidly and attempting to attack him with Dali Duan family's unique skill [One Yang Finger].

Her movements are smooth and powerful, and every detail reveals her profound martial arts skills and practical experience. They are like flowing clouds and running water, or a dragon soaring into the sky, which is breathtaking.

"Snapped--!"

A clear and loud sound suddenly echoed in the air. The sound was so abrupt and shocking, like a sudden thunder in a clear summer sky, instantly breaking the tranquility around.

Wu Xiuwen's finger [Yang Finger], which had gathered all his strength, had not yet touched the edge of Li Mochou's clothes that fluttered in the wind, when it was suddenly hit by the whisk in her hand, which seemed to be soft as if nothing but was actually extremely tough and seemed to contain a great force.