Although many martial arts works feature powerful palm techniques, very few people actually use palms in combat in reality, because attacking with the palm can easily injure bones and ligaments.
Even in some ancient martial arts schools, where someone practices palm techniques, it is only as a supplementary means.
Some skilled palm strikers can easily split trees as thick as an arm, as well as stacks of blue bricks.
The person who attacked me was a master of palm strikes.
His slap on my shoulder felt like I'd crashed into a railing while running at high speed. The pain brought tears to my eyes, and I stumbled back three or four steps before falling to the ground.
The person who attacked me was wearing a black cloak, with a loose hood covering most of his face, and the part that was exposed was also covered by a mask, so I couldn't see anything.
The young man's face lit up with joy when he saw the cloaked figure appear: "Master, you've finally arrived! That brat has been chasing me relentlessly! And he ruined my plans!"
The cloaked figure spoke in a hoarse male voice: "You go first."
Upon hearing this, the young man got up from the ground and prepared to leave.
"Nobody is allowed to leave!"
Seeing the young man about to leave, I immediately leaped up and attacked the cloaked man.
Although I was attacked by him just now, it was a sneak attack after all. Now, I muster my strength and still want to catch them and solve Wang Qing's problem.
"You're asking for it!"
Seeing me launch an attack, the cloaked man immediately rushed forward and struck me in the chest with another palm strike.
Having just suffered at his hands, I naturally wouldn't give in easily. I dodged his palm strike to the side and kicked him in the groin.
The cloaked man reacted quickly, bending his knees as I kicked out to block my foot, and then twisting his wrists to grab my arm.
The moment we made contact, I felt the cloaked man's fingers gripping my arm like a pair of pliers, as if he could easily break it if he applied a little more force.
The cloaked man restrained me, and with his other hand, he extended two fingers, aiming straight for my eyes.
Seeing the other person's action, I quickly raised my palm and placed it on the bridge of my nose.
"Bang!"
The cloaked man's two fingers got stuck in my palm, making my forehead throb. I finally seized the opportunity and used my knee to strike his side.
Faced with my attack, the cloaked man finally felt threatened and distanced himself from me: "Kid, you're playing with fire by going against me. Don't you want to die?"
"According to the rules of Fengmen Village, I did not sign a life-or-death agreement with you. If you kill me, you will have to stay and die with me! I am just a bodyguard who earns a small living. If you really kill me, I will have earned some money for my family to settle down!"
I wore a mask and fabricated an identity for myself: "You're that traitor from the Five Poisons Sect, Wang Qing's uncle, right? The Five Poisons Sect has your eye on you now. Why don't you obediently come back with me, so that this wealth won't go to someone else!"
"Heh, it seems you don't know much about Fengmen Village! Here, others are guilty of murder, but I am not!"
The cloaked man let out a loud shout, and then his figure instantly closed in on me, while simultaneously throwing a punch at my face.
Seeing that the other party was leaving no room for retreat, I became extra careful, dodging his attack by sidestepping, and then punching him in the neck.
After the two sides clashed, both the cloaked man and I fought with all our might, unleashing deadly attacks aimed at each other's vital points.
After a brief exchange, I realized that although my opponent was highly skilled, his stamina was far inferior to mine. So I began to engage him in a prolonged fight, constantly using feints to test his strength and wear him down.
After more than a dozen rounds, the cloaked man still couldn't touch my shadow. He seemed to have sensed my thoughts, dodged my feint, and suddenly pressed forward.
I had been going in circles with him, and seeing his actions, I stepped back again.
Unexpectedly, the cloaked man did not attack me this time, but instead struck me with a palm strike from the void.
Immediately afterwards, I smelled a strange fragrance in the air.
The sudden fragrance startled me.
I just tested him by posing as his bodyguard, and he didn't deny that he was Wang Qing's senior martial uncle.
In other words, even if he wasn't the person Wang Qing was looking for, he was with that traitor and was also a master of poison.
The cloaked man's follow-up attack left me no time to think, and I could only continue fighting him.
But just a few seconds later, I noticed something was wrong.
As my physical exertion increased, my breathing gradually became rapid, and it felt as if there was a large rock pressing down on my chest, making it hard for me to breathe.
Within seconds, my vision became dizzy and my limbs began to lose strength rapidly.
Taking advantage of my slow reaction, the cloaked man let out a sinister laugh and rushed towards me at lightning speed, kicking me in the chest.
Under the influence of the drug, I didn't even feel the pain when I was kicked, and I staggered backward.
Just as I was about to fall to the ground, someone suddenly caught me and then rushed past me.
The intense dizziness made me unsteady on my feet, so I could only lean against the wall and gasp for breath.
Looking up, I saw that the person who had helped me up was also wearing the funeral clothes of Fengmen Village, and a mask on his face.
He rushed out beside me, used the momentum of his run-up to push off the wall and leap into the air, delivering a powerful punch from above to the cloaked man.
"Bang!"
The cloaked man was so badly hit that he was forced to stagger back two or three steps.
Immediately afterward, the man in the funeral clothes gave him no chance to catch his breath, rushing forward like a shadow and throwing punches repeatedly.
"Bang bang bang!"
Under the attack of the man in the burial shroud, the man in the cloak was forced to retreat step by step, and was finally punched in the chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing that he was no match for the man in the burial shroud, the cloaked man flicked his wrist and swung it at the man in the burial shroud from a distance.
"Ding-dong!"
Several throwing knives struck the wall, scattering sparks. Taking advantage of the shroud-clad man's dodge, the cloaked man seized the opportunity to turn and escape.
The man in the burial clothes saw the man in the cloak run away, but he didn't chase after him. Instead, he turned to me and said, "Fengmen Village is a place fraught with danger. It's not a place to play the hero."
Upon hearing the familiar voice, I looked down and, sure enough, saw the familiar butterfly tattoo on the web of his hand.
When Jiang Man and I were ambushed by the Black Robe Organization in Shenyang, it was he who appeared in time and saved us from Iron Fist.
Seeing this person appear in Fengmen Village, my eyes were filled with surprise: "I recognize you, you saved me before."
"I can save you once or twice, but not every time. Be smart."
After speaking, the butterfly man turned and left.
"etc!"
I saw the butterfly man about to leave, so I walked towards him and said, "Who are you? Why are you here? You came here specifically for me, didn't you?"
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