Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

Li Mochou's attack, relying on the accurate judgment and tremendous force of the attacker, not only interrupted Wu Xiuwen's offensive cleanly and neatly, but it was also like a sudden thunderclap in the silent night sky.

Wu Xiuwen was caught off guard and involuntarily took several steps back. His feet rubbed rapidly and violently on the ground, making a series of harsh and heart-pounding sounds, as if even the earth was shocked by this sudden change.

At that moment, Wu Xiuwen's face turned pale as paper in an instant, without a trace of blood. There was even a shocking trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. It was a sign that his internal organs were severely damaged and could not be suppressed.

It was obvious that Wu Xiuwen had suffered a considerable shock. The blood in his body was churning like a river bursting its banks, surging and chaotic. For a moment, Wu Xiuwen felt an indescribable, heart-wrenching pain that quickly spread throughout his body.

It was a pain that penetrated deep into his bones and almost suffocated him. Every cell seemed to be wailing, telling of endless pain and despair; every inch of his muscle was shaking uncontrollably.

It seemed as if even the body itself was resisting the invasion of this force, trying to find a possibility of escape.

However, perhaps because of hatred, Wu Xiuwen was able to rely on his amazing willpower to endure the sharp pain in his body, his eyes wide open as if they were about to spit fire.

His teeth were clenched so tightly that one could almost hear the sound of bones rubbing against each other, and there was even a barely noticeable trace of blood seeping out of the corner of his mouth. Wu Xiuwen had only one thought in his mind: he must not fall in front of his archenemy Li Mochou!

Therefore, Wu Xiuwen tried his best to continue to use [One Finger Yang] in the hope of saving his face and dignity that were about to collapse. However, fate did not seem to be on his side.

At this critical moment, just as Wu Xiuwen was gathering the last bit of his strength to make a final struggle, suddenly, a breeze blew by, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

Li Mochou's graceful figure flashed past Wu Xiuwen's sight like a ghost, so fast that it was unbelievable. Her movements were light and swift, without any hesitation or dragging.

It was like the brightest meteor in the night sky, streaking across the sky, fleeting, yet appearing in front of Wu Xiuwen accurately in an instant. There was an unquestionable chill in those clear eyes, as if they could see through the deepest fear in people's hearts.

Then, Li Mochou raised her jade hand slightly, and then slapped it out fiercely. It was the unique skill that made her famous and made people in the martial arts world tremble in fear. It was the [Five Poison Palm] that contained extremely poisonous and infinite power.

"Zizi..."

When this palm was slapped out, the surrounding air seemed to be corroded by the horrible venom and tremendous palm power it contained, making a sizzling sound, as if countless tiny poisonous snakes were spitting out their tongues at the same time.

It was like the devil's whisper, with endless eeriness and evil, making people's hearts palpitate and their hair stand on end.

And wherever the palm wind passed, it left behind a series of shocking black marks, which were ironclad evidence of the ruthless erosion by the poison. Like the brushstrokes of the god of death, it outlined the contours of death in this space and demonstrated the tyranny and cruelty of the [Five Poison Palm].

"boom!"

There was a deafening sound of a palm strike that suddenly echoed in the air. The huge sound seemed to carry an indestructible force, tearing the surrounding air apart and forming circles of ripples that were visible to the naked eye.

Like his brother Wu Dunru, Wu Xiuwen also suffered from Li Mochou's powerful [Five Poison Palm] in the vital part of his chest. This palm, containing extremely poisonous and vicious internal force, was like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, which instantly dealt them a fatal blow.

"what--!!"

Wu Xiuwen's screams pierced the air, filled with despair and pain. In his voice, there was both shock at the sudden attack and fear of the fate he was about to face. The sound echoed in the air, making everything around him seem to tremble.

With this scream, Wu Xiuwen's entire body flew backwards uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, drawing a long arc in the air, and finally fell powerlessly beside his brother Wu Dunru.

At that moment, the autumn wind was bleak and leaves were flying. The figures of the two brothers Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen overlapped under the sky, looking particularly desolate and lonely. Their movements were slow and heavy.

An unprecedented severe pain instantly swept through Wu Xiuwen's whole body, as if thousands of needles were piercing his skin at the same time, making him almost faint. Wu Xiuwen struggled with all his might to get up.

A pair of hands covered in sweat and dirt tightly grasped the dead leaves and soil mixed with gravel on the ground. The fingers had an unnatural pale color due to excessive force, and the blue veins at the joints were even faintly visible due to the effort of supporting.

However, even though he tried his best, Wu Xiuwen's whole body only trembled slightly during this difficult effort, as if he was a dead leaf swaying in the wind, which could be swept away by the ruthless storm at any time.

Finally, with a burst of rapid and unwilling gasps, he lay helplessly on the ground, dust and dead leaves covered his clothes, looking disheveled and fragile. At this moment, he was like a bird with broken wings in a storm.

The pride and freedom that once soared into the sky have been stripped away by the cruel reality, leaving only endless despair and helplessness. I can no longer spread my wings and fly, and can only silently bear the heavy blow of fate.

"puff……!"

Then, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably. The bright red color drew a sad arc in the air, and finally fell weakly on his lapels, making the already dull clothes even more shocking.

The blood not only dyed Wu Xiuwen's clothes red, but also reflected his pale, distorted face. His eyes, which were once full of spirit, now became empty and helpless.

"hehe!"

Xu Xingchen uttered these two words softly, a faint smile inadvertently appearing on the corners of his mouth. Behind that smile, his eyes subtly revealed a bit of indescribable helplessness and a hint of disappointment.

Li Mochou's graceful figure was like a fallen leaf dancing in the wind, moving lightly and gracefully between the two brothers Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen, with extremely smooth movements.

Every detail contains extraordinary strength and control, showing the unique femininity of women while retaining the vigor and agility that a martial arts master should have. Every turn is as agile as an elf in the forest.

Without any drag; every step she took was so precise and rhythmic, as if it was the most harmonious note in nature. Li Mochou's graceful figure merged with the natural wind.

With just a wave of his hand, he neutralized the two unique martial arts, [Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing] and [One Finger of Sun], used by the two brothers Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen, one by one into nothingness.

This made Xu Xingchen shake his head slightly, with a barely perceptible sigh in his tone.

"Alas, you are just a waste. You are still a waste after all! Even if you have a treasure like superior martial arts, if you lack the perseverance in your heart and the real skills of hard work and practice, you will not be able to do it."

"Then all this is just for show and without substance. With two brothers like this, how can the hero Guo Jing expect them to go further on the path of martial arts and become truly great?"

At this time, Xu Xingchen suddenly discovered that since he returned to Yuelai Inn, the brat named Yang had disappeared without a trace, as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth, which made him feel a little confused.

So, Xu Xingchen's brows unconsciously frowned slightly, and his deep eyes began to patrol the surrounding environment, trying to see where the brat named Yang was.

"Ok?"

Xu Xingchen whispered to himself again, with a hint of confusion and bewilderment in his tone, and continued.

"Where's that brat named Yang?! I haven't seen him since I came back?!"

After a while, when Xu Xingchen's sight passed a more remote corner, a familiar figure suddenly caught his attention. Xu Xingchen looked carefully and finally found the brat named Yang.