activa-t Chapter 55 Antelope's Horns Hanging, Obsession Completed
Chapter 55 Antelope's Horns Hanging, Obsession Completed
The leader rammed into Zhou Xing, the force of his palm already licking Zhou Xing's clothes.
He used a secret technique to ignite all the remaining Yuan energy in Guo Zhen's body.
The body instantly shrank, the skin clung tightly to the bones, and the vital energy surged out like smoke from the seven orifices and pores.
Beneath his skin, it seemed as if countless living creatures were wriggling. His entire right arm swelled up instantly, turning bluish-black, and with a scorching heat that seemed to consume everything, it slammed into Zhou Xing's face!
Everything changed in an instant.
Zhou Xing's eyes were sharp, and his River Demon form and Human Puppet form instantly reached their peak.
Just then, a dark green figure, as swift as a leaf parting the water, silently and irresistibly entered between the two.
It's Miyako II.
Her face was calm and composed. She simply raised her right arm, her index and middle fingers joined together, as if plucking a flower or brushing a willow branch, and gently pressed down on the boiling blood and qi that was enough to melt gold and smelt stone.
"puff."
A soft sound, like a fish bladder being punctured.
The chilling aura of blood and smoke suddenly dissipated.
The withered body stood frozen in place, its raised hand three inches from Gong Er's face, but it could not be pushed any further.
All the primal energy and killing intent gathered in that body were pushed back to their source by this seemingly casual touch, dissipating throughout the body and ultimately vanishing into nothingness.
From extreme motion to extreme stillness, it comes to an abrupt end.
The murderous intent on the leader's face froze, then turned to astonishment, and then he relaxed.
Zhou Xing stood half a step behind Gong Er, looking at her calm profile, a slight ripple stirred in his heart.
Since the Gong family knew that "Guo Zhen" was problematic, given the old master's shrewdness and Gong Er's skills, they naturally had a backup plan.
I just didn't expect this follow-up move to be so effortless.
This is the realm of transforming internal energy. The insight and control of internal energy have reached such a subtle level that it seems light and agile, yet it is as delicate as a gazelle hanging its horns, reaching the pinnacle of subtlety.
Gong Er's fingers remained extended, still lightly touching the chest of the body, as she merely raised her eyes and calmly looked into the leader's eyes:
"Tianjin is not a place for you to run wild."
The leader's body stiffened, but the bloodshot in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by a deep, cold pool.
With great effort, he turned his eyes little by little, his gaze passing over Gong Er's shoulder and locking onto Zhou Xing, a strange smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Okay... Zhou Xing... I'll remember you..."
His voice suddenly became hollow, as if it came from a very distant place.
"The game is far from over. I'll see how much trouble you, this pawn, can stir up... Live well... and wait for me... to take your life..."
Before he could finish speaking, the last glimmer of light in his eyes went out like a candle flame.
He felt like an empty shell, slowly collapsing and falling onto the cold blue brick floor with a "thud".
A wisp of extremely faint blue smoke quietly emanated from the top of his head, rising less than a foot before disappearing into the air with a "pop," leaving no trace.
Zhou Xing watched the dissipating wisp of smoke, his face expressionless, and simply uttered a few words:
"I'll wait and see."
The theater was deathly silent.
The previous commotion, doubts, and anger were all suppressed by Gong Er's miraculous press of the eerie and quiet way of dying.
All eyes shifted from the "corpse" on the ground to Gong Er, and then to Zhou Xing's face.
Wang Yun looked at the ground.
On the ground, only a withered, almost unfamiliar body remained.
Wearing Guo Zhen's clothes and having Guo Zhen's face, he was no longer the forthright Xingyi Quan master who loved to hum opera tunes.
Her lips trembled, and tears finally streamed down her face, instantly soaking her clothes. But she bit her lip tightly, refusing to cry out.
"Master..."
Several Guo family disciples seemed to awaken from a dream, and knelt down with a thud, kowtowing heavily to the corpse. Their foreheads hit the ground with a "thud," and they choked with sobs.
Zhou Xing stood still, the tiger tally in his arms felt slightly warm.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful, fierce, and battlefield-like thought crashed into his mind!
Those were countless mornings and evenings, the warmth and sting of the gun barrel rubbing against my palm;
It is the trembling and exhilarating feeling of the waist and stance working in unison, the force penetrating the tip of the spear, the muscles and bones resonating together;
It's like a martial arts demonstration on the battlefield, the spear like a dragon, slashing, striking, drilling, cannoning, sweeping... that kind of unwavering determination...
The essence of Guo Zhen's lifelong immersion in spearmanship came rushing in at this moment.
[Fulfill Guo Zhen's obsession and learn "Xingyi Spear".]
"Master Guo, may you rest in peace."
Zhou Xing felt that intense heat and focus, and silently recited a phrase in his mind.
Then, he suppressed the surging urge to fire. Now was not the time to savor the moment. The play was not yet over.
He took a deep breath, walked to the center of the room, and first nodded slightly to Gong Erwei.
Gong Er glanced at him, her gaze clear and calm, nodded slightly, and gracefully stepped back a few paces, giving up her place.
Zhou Xing then turned to the second floor, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and spoke in a clear voice:
"Master Gong, Master Zhang, and all the senior martial arts practitioners, although this villain has been executed, the organization behind him, the 'Tianjin Chinese and Foreign Charity Association,' has been engaged in framing fellow practitioners and wreaking havoc on the martial arts world!"
He took a thin booklet from his pocket and held it high:
"This organization ostensibly operates as a charity, but secretly practices evil magic. This item was obtained from a sorcerer named Tao Zhugong in the Ghost Market, who had traded with the charity organization multiple times."
This is the transaction register, which details how the organization, under the guise of charity, acquires items such as birth dates and times, and the spirits of untimely deaths, with ulterior motives far beyond what is intended.
It also contains the evil method of using martial artists with abundant qi and blood to refine so-called "Great Elixir," with far-reaching intentions. Master Guo is certainly not the only victim!
He stepped forward and handed the booklet to Gong Er.
Gong Er took it, read only a few lines, then her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. She turned and went upstairs, arriving at the head of the table, where she presented the booklet to her father with both hands.
By the light of daylight, Gong Baotian slowly turned the pages. Zhang Zhankui leaned forward slightly, and Li Xingjie also turned his gaze intently.
Upstairs, it was so quiet that the only sound was the rustling of pages turning.
Downstairs, everyone held their breath, craned their necks, and stared intently, waiting for the result.
After a long pause, Gong Baotian raised his eyes, gently placed the paper on the table, and spoke in an aged yet deep and slow voice:
"The items are genuine. This gathering is a scourge upon the martial arts world and a scourge upon China. All my fellow martial artists, upon witnessing this..."
His gaze suddenly sharpened, as if electrified a silent room, sweeping across the entire space:
"Then we shall all be punished!"
It was like a boulder thrown into a deep pool. A buzzing sound erupted from below, followed by a sudden burst of discussion. The long-suppressed chatter, exclamations, and angry curses exploded forth!
"Such a thing is true!"
"Using living people to make elixirs? Utterly inhuman!"
"Even someone like Master Guo was framed, so what about us..."
Shock, lingering fear, anger... a range of emotions rolled across people's faces.
Zhou Xing felt a slight sense of relief; Old Master Gong's words had essentially settled the matter.
"Are you looking to cause me trouble?"
He sneered inwardly, 'Your charity should think about how to deal with this martial arts challenge to "jointly eliminate him" first.'
He pressed his advantage, stepped forward, and spoke again:
"That is precisely why the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light. Whether any of the seniors and comrades present here today have already been secretly replaced or manipulated remains unknown!"
These words were like another bucket of ice water poured over them, causing many people to shiver and instinctively look around, their eyes filled with vigilance and suspicion.
Zhou Xing paused, his gaze sweeping over the various expressions on the faces of the crowd, before finally speaking in a clear voice:
"Master Ye is not fit to help today, therefore, I have a suggestion."