activa-t Chapter 51 Xingyi Spear
Chapter 51 Xingyi Spear
"Dragging sword force..."
Liu Yi gritted his teeth and squeezed out three words: "Hidden edge, feigning weakness... What a clever dragging-the-blade tactic."
In ancient times, when a general was defeated, he would drag his sword behind him. When the enemy was close, he would suddenly turn around and flick it, a move known as the "dragging sword technique."
Zhou Xing shook his hand; the movement just now required the use of internal force, and his palm was slightly numb at the moment.
Liu Yishou's face turned pale, then suddenly he grinned, his laughter hoarse:
"Alright...alright! You're quite skilled with your fists and feet, then let's try your weapons!"
Before he finished speaking, he leaped forward with his toes and lunged at the weapon rack by the courtyard wall.
He reached out and grabbed a scabbard-covered Bagua sword. The blade was slightly curved, and the scabbard was a deep, dark black.
He flicked his thumb, and with a "clang," the knife was half-drawn from its sheath, gleaming coldly.
With the knife in hand, his aura changed drastically. He stopped moving around, stepped in a straight line, and slashed diagonally at the head of the enemy!
The blade whistled through the air, emitting a low "whoosh".
Zhou Xing almost simultaneously rushed to the front of the shelf, casually drew a goose-feather saber, gripped it in his other hand, and charged forward.
He walked in circles, the knife following his body's movement. With a backhand slash, the blade grazed the back of the opponent's knife, slicing straight at Liu's fingers that were holding the knife.
"when!"
Swords clashed, sparks flew.
Once the knife fight begins, the rhythm changes instantly.
Unlike the probing and maneuvering of fists and palms, the flash of a blade is a deadly attack.
Distance, angle, force—a slight miscalculation could result in severed hands or feet.
The two moved swiftly using the Bagua Step, their bodies twisting and turning, their blades tangling together.
They cleaved, smeared, flicked, and stabbed, all aimed at vital areas like the throat, heart, and abdomen.
"Clang! Clang!—Pfft!"
The sound of blades clashing was as dense as a sudden downpour.
A burst of blood appeared.
Zhou Xing slashed Liu Yishou's right arm with his knife, and drops of blood splattered onto the blue bricks.
Liu Yishou's face turned pale, but instead of retreating, he advanced, switched the knife to his left hand, and used the "Azure Dragon Returns to Its Head" move to strike Zhou Xing's lower abdomen.
Zhou Xing retreated hastily, the tip of the knife slicing through his clothes and leaving a white mark on his skin.
Liu Yishou looked down at the wound on his right arm, then at the knife in his hand, and sneered with a ferocious smile.
He loosened his grip, and the knife clattered to the ground.
He turned around, stepped to the innermost part of the weapon rack, and reached out to grab it.
He was holding a large spear.
The spear was nine feet long, with a white waxwood shaft. The barrel, as thick as a duck egg, was polished black and shiny by the touch of the hands. The spearhead was a three-sided armor-piercing cone made of pure steel, its cold light intimidating.
Xingyi Great Spear!
With the gun in his hand, Liu's breathing slowed down, no longer rapid. He simply held the gun level, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.
It possesses a mountain-like heaviness and a pool-like stillness.
Zhou Xing stood with his knife in hand, not daring to step forward rashly.
The clanging of metal still echoed in my ears, but now all was suddenly silent. Only the morning breeze swept through the courtyard, swirling up a few fallen leaves that rustled on the blue brick floor.
One inch long, one inch strong.
The nine-foot-long spear's range covered most of the courtyard. If Zhou Xing wanted to get close, he would first have to break through this three-zhang-long spear encirclement.
Liu Yi made a move.
He slowly held the spear level, the tip slightly raised, aiming it at Zhou Xing. His feet were neither too far apart nor too far apart, which was the Xingyi San Ti stance.
His stance holding the gun was as steady as a rock, as if the gun was an extension of his arm.
He took a step forward.
With just a slight step, the tip of the spear trembled slightly, emitting a very faint "hum." This was the vibration caused by the force penetrating the spear shaft and reaching the tip.
Zhou Xing's pupils contracted slightly. He had never seen the Xingyi spear before, but he felt a pressure that was completely different from fists, feet, swords, and knives.
That spear came to life.
Liu Yishou took another step.
The spear tip remained pointed at Zhou Xing's heart, adjusting with his slight movements. The distance between them decreased from three zhang to two zhang.
Zhou Xing suddenly moved.
Instead of advancing, he retreated, taking a step diagonally to the left rear, his blade flashing as he feigned a lunge to the right. This was a feint, intended to draw his spear.
With a slight twist of his wrist, Liu Yi's spear tip suddenly leaped, like a venomous snake nodding its head, fast and straight, aimed directly at Zhou Xing's face.
Zhou Xing stepped back, switched the knife to his left hand, and swayed his body as if he was about to break through from the left.
Liu thrust his pistol out and then immediately withdrew it, returning it to its neutral position. Then, with another flick of his wrist, he struck again, aiming straight for the chest.
Zhou Xing dodged diagonally to the left. The knife followed his body, striking outwards.
"clang!"
The back of the blade struck the spear shaft, sparks flying. A powerful force surged from the shaft, sending a shiver through Zhou Xing's wrist and nearly causing him to drop the goose-feather blade.
Liu Yishou remained still, rubbed his palms together, slightly rotated the gun barrel, and then pointed at the lower abdomen.
One shot, one shot, and another.
Unhurried and steady, each shot aimed at the vital points, each shot held back seven-tenths of its power, each shot carried concentrated force, and the sound of it cutting through the air was "hissing".
Zhou Xing unleashed his full power with the [River Demon Appearance], his body moving like a snake, dodging and parrying, weaving and darting among the shadows of spears.
Amidst the pressure of life and death, the River Demon and the Eight Trigrams of the Water Spirit gradually merged into one.
He tried to get close, but the spear was like a living dragon, slashing, striking, drilling, cannoning, and horizontally striking. The five elements of Xingyi were incorporated into the spear technique, blocking, seizing, striking, and pointing, always forcing him out of the spear's encirclement.
No. This gun is too long, too stable, and too fierce.
The spear is a battlefield combat technique that emphasizes "no parrying, just one strike".
Liu Yishou has mastered the essence of this art, using simplicity to break down complexity.
Zhou Xing began to move about. He used the Bagua Step technique, slowly circling around Liu Yishou, his eyes sharp, searching for an opening.
Liu Yishou remained steadfast amidst change, his feet rotating with the movement, always facing the same direction.
The spear tip followed him like a shadow, and no matter which direction he turned, that cold star always steadily pointed at his throat, heart, or brow.
The two walked slowly in circles in the courtyard. Their footsteps were extremely light, barely making a sound as they trod on the blue bricks.
Only the gentle breeze stirred by the fabric of clothing and the faint hissing sound of the gun tip slicing through the air could be heard.
Yet the atmosphere was ten times more dangerous than the previous knife fight. There were no clashes, no shouts, only stares and murderous intent swirling in the air.
Zhou Xing's gaze was calm, but his mind was racing.
Listening to the energy allows one to perceive Liu Yishou's shifts in center of gravity, muscle tremors, and even his breathing rhythm.
But the spear was too long, so Liu Yishou didn't need to make any big movements. He only needed to twist his wrist and rub his palm together to make the spear tip hit exactly where it pointed.
We need to disrupt his rhythm.
Zhou Xing glanced at the courtyard out of the corner of his eye. As he walked, he released a burst of internal force from the soles of his feet, and the already slightly loose old blue bricks quietly shattered into several pieces.
He stopped walking and suddenly took a step forward.
Liu Yishou's eyes narrowed, and he let out a muffled groan. He took a half step, twisted his waist and hips like a millstone, and the gun trembled, buzzing like a bowstring vibrating.
Progress, thrust!
The gun shot out like an arrow, striking straight at the heart of the enemy.
Zhou Xing twisted his waist and legs quickly, raised his knife to parry, and the knife and spear clashed with a loud "clang"!
He then used the momentum to twist his body, trying to slide in along the gun barrel and use the short gun to attack the long gun!
Liu Yishou sneered, twisting his waist and hips again, the force rising from the ground, passing through his spine, shoulders, and arms. With a rub of his palm, the gun barrel suddenly spun and shook, a powerful spiraling vibration coming from the blade of the gun barrel!
Zhou Xing's five fingers trembled violently, his palm went numb, and the goose-feather saber flew out of his hand with a "clang"! It tumbled a few times in the air and stuck in the mud in the distance.
A sharp glint flashed in Liu Yishou's eyes. He loosened his grip on the gun with his front hand and pushed hard on the butt of the gun with his back hand!
The gun moved like a monstrous python, whistling through the air, sweeping across Zhou Xing's waist.
If this blow lands squarely, the spine will break instantly!
Zhou Xing suddenly bent backward, almost folding himself in half, and rolled awkwardly to avoid it.
Liu Yishou, seizing the advantage, pressed on for a few steps, then spun his spear tip and thrust it straight at Zhou Xing's heart with the force of thunder!
Just as the spear tip touched his flesh, Zhou Xing's chest suddenly contracted inward, his ribs pressed against his back, and his flesh caved in, as thin as paper!
The gun barrel was empty.
At the same time, he used his supporting hand to pick up the few pieces of blue bricks that he had broken with his hidden force, and threw them forward with brick fragments and powder!
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Powder flew everywhere, and bricks whistled as they hurtled straight at Liu Yishou's face and eyes!