strokinit Chapter 17 Chaotic Dance
Chapter 17 Chaotic Dance
Lin Mu pushed off the ground with his left foot, his body suddenly shrinking, like a bow being suddenly drawn, and then he shot out.
Sudden gust of wind.
In an instant, he was in front of Tiger Head, and his fist slammed into Tiger Head's chest with a dull thud like a drumbeat.
Tiger Head took a step back, his back slamming into the iron pillar with a loud thud.
Lin Mu's second punch followed, striking the same spot. The third and fourth punches came in rapid succession, each one hitting flesh and bone.
He wanted to achieve his goal in one decisive battle.
Blood trickled from the corner of Tiger Head's mouth. Just as he was about to raise his arms to block, Lin Mu's left fist slipped under his armpit and struck his ribs.
His body bent over, and Lin Mu raised his knee, pressing it against his chin, causing blood and saliva to splatter.
From start to finish, it only takes three breaths.
The tiger's head leaned against the iron pillar and slowly slid down.
Lin Mu stood in front of him, blood dripping from his fist.
He gave Tiger Head no time to react, his fists raining down like raindrops, one punch after another, pressing down on Tiger Head and forcing him to retreat repeatedly.
The tiger's back slammed against the iron pillar, producing a dull "thump-thump" sound, like a wooden fish in a temple being struck repeatedly.
He wanted to fight back, but Lin Mu's footwork was too fast, always staying close to his body and not giving him any space to create distance.
Lin Mu knew that a whip kick required distance.
But Tiger Head is, after all, a martial artist with strong blood and qi, and his muscles and bones are solid.
Although Lin Mu's punches were heavy, he was still unable to knock him down in one fell swoop.
Tiger Head gritted his teeth, using his arms to protect his head and chest, and endured more than a dozen punches.
Lin Mu's energy and blood were being rapidly depleted, and his punching speed gradually slowed down.
His punches went from dense to sparse, and the force from heavy to weak.
Without hesitation, Lin Mu bit down on another bag of dragon scale water hidden under his tongue.
The dragon scale water exploded in my mouth, and the hot flow poured into my dantian.
Qi and blood surge forth like a flood bursting its banks, rushing into every meridian.
Just as he was about to rely on his abundant qi and blood to take down the tiger's head in one fell swoop, his qi and blood began to stir like a herd of frightened wild horses.
On the night of the full moon, when the earth dragons stir.
This caused his blood and qi to surge wildly within his body.
It rushes towards the heart.
It rushes to the brain.
It rushes towards the extremities.
The blood vessels looked like they were about to burst, and bulging, worm-like veins were visible under the skin.
His eyes instantly became bloodshot, his temples throbbed violently, and his body trembled uncontrollably, making it impossible for him to even stand up straight.
Tiger Head had been waiting for this moment.
He strode forward, raised his right leg, and lashed Lin Mu with a series of whip kicks.
The first kick landed on Lin Mu's thigh, causing his body to tilt, but he didn't fall.
The second leg struck his ribs, and he bent over, but still didn't fall.
Tiger Head didn't stop; his legs rained down like a storm, striking his waist, his back, his shoulder, and his arm.
Lin Mu's body swayed violently amidst the shadows of the legs, like a scarecrow in a storm, kicked and knocked about, crashing into the iron pillar again and again, bouncing back, only to be kicked again.
His clothes were torn to shreds, the strips of cloth hanging down, revealing his bruised and purple skin underneath.
Blood gushed from the corners of his mouth, his brow bone, and his nose, splattering onto the wooden board in dark red blooms.
Tiger Head kicked dozens of times, panting heavily, his legs growing heavier and heavier.
Lin Mu's body was beaten beyond recognition, covered in bruises, with multiple cracks in his skin, and dripping with blood.
He diligently circulated his body-strengthening technique, attempting to dissipate his restless energy and blood.
Then, in the tiger's head's deadly whip kick, the blood and qi that flowed like a rushing river found an outlet in his body.
Qi and blood are like water poured into sand, seeping into every inch of muscle, every bone, and every piece of skin.
The rushing river splits into countless streams, flowing to fingertips, to the soles of feet, to the top of the head, filling every corner of the body.
The feeling was like a dried-up pond finally being filled with water.
The container for Qi and blood is no longer the meridians, but the entire body.
He looked at the booklet.
Name: Lin Mu
【武道：长风拳（入门38/100）；锻体术（入门1/100）；鞭腿·乱舞（残式入门1/100）】
[Skills: Measurement (Beginner), Carpentry (Unskilled), Knife Skills (Unskilled), Wok Flipping (Unskilled)...]
He felt the changes in his body.
The flow of Qi and blood transforms from meridian channels into a large, human-shaped vat, storing it in every part of the body.
He could feel every trace of blood and energy in his body, as if it were his own arm.
But why did Ranbu suddenly become proficient?
He dodged Tiger Head's whip kick with a swift movement.
With another sudden gust of wind, he closed in on the tiger's head.
Lift your right leg, thrust your hip forward, and launch your lower leg forward...
Dance wildly.
Qi and blood were drawn from every inch of skin and every muscle, converging into a spiral of qi and blood, and frantically poured into the right leg.
Lin Mu leaned forward abruptly, raised his right leg, and began a barrage of kicks.
The first kick struck the tiger's raised forearm, and the sound of bones cracking exploded.
The second leg followed closely, kicking the same spot, completely breaking the arm bone, the stubble protruding from the flesh.
The third leg swept across the ribs, and the sound of breaking ribs was like snapping a pair of chopsticks.
The fourth kick landed in the abdomen, and Tiger Head bent over like a shrimp, blood spurting from his mouth.
The fifth, sixth, and seventh legs—leg shadows like the blades of a meat grinder, striking the tiger's head's shoulders, chest, waist, and thighs from bottom to top and from left to right.
Each kick carries swirling energy and blood, drilling into the flesh like a drill.
Tiger Head's body convulsed violently amidst the shadows of his legs, as if being torn apart by an invisible beast. His clothes ripped to shreds, and blood mist gushed from his cracked skin, splattering onto the iron pillars, wooden planks, and Lin Mu's trouser legs.
With his final kick, Lin Mu's body soared into the air, his right leg rising high, his heel slamming down like a battle axe, striking the tiger's head.
"boom--"
Tiger Head was slammed to his knees by the impact, and then Lin Mu's foot struck his chin. His body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the iron pillar of the Qi and Blood Cage.
The iron rod emitted a muffled hum, and the entire cage shook.
Tiger Head's body slid slowly down the iron pillar, its eyes wide open as if it had seen a ghost.
"You... how could you...?"
Before he could finish speaking, his head lolled to one side, blood and foam gushed from the corner of his mouth, his pupils dilated, and he stopped breathing.
Lin Mu pulled his legs back, landed steadily, and stood in the center of the cage.
Moonlight streamed in through the skylight, falling on him and casting a long shadow.
His trousers were stained with blood, and his shoes left a bloody footprint on the wooden board.
There was a deathly silence inside and outside the cage at first, then the winners began to cheer.
"Eagle head, eagle head, eagle head..."
Several merchants in silk robes were so excited that their faces turned red. They clapped their hands on the railing until their palms were red, but they didn't stop.
The person who lost money cursed and kicked over a stool.
"Damn it, what's wrong with Tiger Head?!"
"Where did this eagle head come from?"
"What a huge loss! What a huge loss!" A man in a short brown shirt angrily threw his pipe on the ground and stomped on it twice.
The one-eyed old man stood by the cage, took a deep breath, and shouted, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping against sheet metal: "Eagle Head—Wins!"
The sound traveled through the noisy basement, drowning out the cheers and curses, and clearly reached everyone's ears.