Luo Zheng didn't understand what Shi Qian was doing, but it seed to be in his favor. Without asking more, he followed closely, seeing Shi Qian already ascending to the rooftop via the fire ladder. The rooftop fire door was wide open, and Shi Qian leaped out, rolling on the ground with extraordinary agility. Just as Shi Qian was rolling, whoosh whoosh whoosh! Three dark arrows struck the concrete floor at the doorway, sending sparks flying.
"Bastard—" Luo Zheng angrily rushed forward, paused at the doorway, and saw Shi Qian flick his hand while rolling, sending three dark flashes dividing into three, attacking the three directions above his head. Estimating that there were people on the overhead platform, he pushed forcefully with his feet, his body shooting out like a cannonball.
With a "thud," Luo Zheng fell to the ground, rolling to check his surroundings. He saw a Black Shadow dodging sothing mysteriously, twisting his body at an incredible angle. Luo Zheng, enraged, raised his hand and fired three rapid shots, bang bang bang! The shots roared in a triangular formation, resonating clearly in the night sky.
"Ugh—!" A muffled sound ca as the black-clad figure fell, got up again, and staggered away. At this mont, Shi Qian charged forward to block the opponent's path, coldly said, "Ca here and now want to leave? Stay." With that, he dashed forward, his body springing up over two ters, his feet kicking fiercely in lightning speed towards the opponent's upper three spots, each kick aiming directly at the black-clad figure's throat.
"Nice moves." Luo Zheng couldn't help but comnd. The attack emphasized legs not going over the shoulder, body not surpassing the head; too high would expose openings and lead to being passive. Shi Qian's high attack style seed flashy with open flaws, yet accomplishing such speed and attack angles redied those shortcomings to so extent.
The black-clad figure had to retreat repeatedly under Shi Qian's fierce leg attacks. Seeing Shi Qian twisting his waist abruptly after landing and sweeping a whip-like kick with a breaking sound, Shi Qian cautiously retreated. The black-clad figure dared not linger in battle, turned to flee, when Luo Zheng had already rushed up to block his path.
"A respectable Thief Sect Leader, actually teaming up with public servants, two against one, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed once this spreads?" The black-clad figure suddenly said with a hand cupped towards Shi Qian.
"Cut the crap, fight , you'll have plenty of ti to speak in prison," Luo Zheng coldly retorted. Seeing the opponent unard, he holstered his gun, preparing to properly et those so-called martial world people, to see how formidable they truly were. His eyes sharp, locking firmly onto the opponent.
The black-clad figure cast a doubtful glance at Luo Zheng, then at Shi Qian, seeing Shi Qian retreat two steps after withdrawing his move, sneering at Luo Zheng, "Overestimating yourself," and charged forward, hands attacking left and right, transforming into a flurry of fist shadows, advancing like rolling thunder, targeting Luo Zheng's middle three lanes vital points.
Luo Zheng found the opponent's attack speed incredibly fast, almost ghost-like, which didn't bother him. If it were another attack style, perhaps Luo Zheng might be wary, but he had sparred with Ghost Hand many tis with this quick strike technique and was accustod to it. Holding a deep confidence in his heart, he was not flustered, staring unmovingly into the opponent's eyes, embodying the War God.
One ter, half a ter, one foot... Luo Zheng's stationary body suddenly flickered and vanished. The black-clad figure, upon finding the target gone, was terrified, quickly aborted the attack only to find a sudden severe pain from his feet. It felt like being struck by a steel whip, with his bone seemingly cracked, and his body softened and collapsed to the ground.
Originally, just as the opponent's fist was about to hit him, Luo Zheng suddenly crouched, rolling on the ground, swiftly delivering a whip-like kick that struck precisely three inches below the opponent's external knee, at the level line location of the tibial lateral side's Zu San Li Acupoint. A heavy blow to this acupoint makes the lower limbs numb and unstable.
"Acupuncture Skill, who are you?" The black-clad figure's face changed dramatically, shouting in horror.
"The one who captures you." Luo Zheng stood up quickly, fiercely stomping towards the opponent's chest, akin to a Man Niu's trample, strong and swift as thunder. The black-clad figure was horrified, hurriedly dodging, yet with the lower limbs numb and unresponsive, lacking body dexterity, he relied on his hands to break the fall, incapable of dodging.
"Ah—!" The black-clad figure scread miserably, spitting out a mouthful of blood, leaving him with only half a life.
Luo Zheng coldly observed the opponent, relaxing as the opponent showed no resistance. Slowly retracting his foot, he stepped back a few and asked Lan Xue, who caught up with concern, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, what about you?" Lan Xue, giving Luo Zheng a worried once-over, relaxed only upon seeing Luo Zheng unhard, softly and intriguingly asked, "It seems your attack speed and strength have improved again, what happened?"
"I'll tell you later." Luo Zheng, puzzled montarily, thought it might be related to the Breathing Skill he had cultivated, replying lowly, looking at Shi Qian who approached and asked, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, how did you know the world's acupoint striking? It's been said to be lost for many years, could you also be from the martial world? Why haven't I heard of your na?" Shi Qian looked at Luo Zheng seriously and asked.
"Nonsense about the martial world, I'm a genuine soldier." Luo Zheng replied with slight annoyance, unwilling to explain further. He glanced at the black-clad figure, walked over to tear off the black hood, discovering this person was actually identical to the previous black-clad person, clearly twins, caused him to smile bitterly and casually tossed aside the hood, asking, "What happened just now at the door?"
"This guy must have sensed us coming up, ambushed at the door, using poison powder and hidden weapons which, when hit, quickly silenced us. The poison powder, once inhaled, causes muteness, unable to shout, the short arrows are poisoned, ensuring death within a second of being hit. That is to say, once hit, unable to call for warning and certain doom." Shi Qian earnestly explained.
"Also your martial sect's stuff?" Luo Zheng asked in amazent.
Shi Qian nodded awkwardly, Luo Zheng snapped, "How many terrifying ans does your sect have? With such insidious tricks, no wonder they're not tolerated by society and suppressed by the governnt. If word gets out, it might cause city-wide panic, forget it, as long as everyone's okay."
"You haven't answered my question." Shi Qian curiously pursued.
"Is knowing acupuncture techniques really strange?" Luo Zheng flipped the question back.
"Not strange, just that the art has been lost for a long ti." Shi Qian explained.
"As you said, so people are not in the martial world but hidden in the courts, fighting for the nation and protecting the people, unlike so self-serving martial world individuals. A true hero fights for the country and the people, such martial world figures are heroic, comndable, masculine n, true heroes. How long do you plan to tread the martial world road? How long can you go? Think about it, it's a pity if your skills remain buried. It's better to fight for the people; even without fa in history, at least you live joyfully. A true man lives with no sha to heaven and earth, no sha to descendants, no sha in life." Luo Zheng earnestly persuaded.
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