Breaking the Rules

"Alas, those who don't heed the advice of their elders will suffer the consequences. Young people just can't listen to reason; they're impulsive and hot-blooded. They only learn the importance of humility after being taught a lesson. Fine, fine, this old man will reluctantly do as your parents say and educate you. I hope you can learn from this and not repeat the same mistake."

The old man shook his head and turned to leave.

"Since you're already here, why rush to leave? The formalities are complete; now it's time to meet the troops."

With the thieves right in front of him, how could Murong Qing let them leave so easily? It wasn't like the two countries were at war; one shouldn't kill envoys.

What if the other party only makes threats and doesn't actually fight back, but instead changes their appearance and does whatever they want among the passengers, stealing their belongings? Wouldn't that be my fault?

The moment he finished speaking, Murong Qing unleashed a Thousand Accusing Fingers strike, aiming for the opponent's pressure points.

Chapter 109 Breaking the Rules

"Young lady, you must show respect to your elders."

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, the old man shrank his body, his height instantly reduced by half, as if he had turned from a human into Monkey. At the same time, one of his legs naturally swung backward, kicking towards Murong Qing's calf joint.

Yellow Dog Urinates!

Although the name of this move is unpleasant, its power is extremely swift, and it is silent and leaves no trace, making it truly insidious and vicious—a real hidden leg killing move.

The old man had mastered this move to perfection, reaching a level where the attack preceded his intention.

Before the thought even formed, the body had already launched a counterattack. In the shift of weight, a leg no higher than the knee was thrown out. It was so natural and effortless that it could even deceive the opponent's martial arts intuition. Often, the opponent would only realize what had happened after being hit.

Murong Qing also failed to be alert to this move. Perhaps her father would have been more prepared, but she was far from being at that level.

But after her Thousand Accusing Fingers missed, she did not retract it. Instead, she pointed downwards, unleashing a hundred bursts of energy that created a whirlwind on the ground.

Most finger techniques emphasize concentrating power on a single point. When striking an enemy, the entire body's strength is concentrated at the fingertip and released, aiming to achieve a point-to-surface breakthrough.

However, the Thousand Accusing Fingers defies common sense. When it hits an enemy, it disperses its force into hundreds of fine threads that rush into the meridians. Combined with the cold-attribute True Qi, it also has the effect of congealing Qi and Blood, thereby restraining the enemy's movements and causing them to have the illusion that their heart is frozen, as if they are being scolded by thousands of people, which is unbearable.

Even though her attack missed, Murong Qing still habitually launched her finger force, and the hundred fine strands of energy formed a wall of energy that pressed down on the old man's back, causing him to stagger slightly.

The Yellow Dog Urinates, was immediately affected, deviating from its trajectory. With a "ripping" sound, it grazed Murong Qing's calf and veered off course, tearing only her trouser leg and revealing a glimpse of her snow-white calf.

"Hmm?"

Murong Qing felt a stinging pain on her calf and realized the old man was retaliating. She quickly took a step back to create distance.

She felt a slight sense of lingering fear. It turned out that she had inadvertently dodged a terrible attack. Otherwise, if she had been hit by the old man's hidden kick, her leg bone would definitely have been broken. This old man said that peace was the most important thing, but his actions were extremely vicious, and he was clearly aiming to injure or cripple her.

Ruthless and merciless in their dealings, this is the norm for these people struggling to survive in the shadows of society. This was the first time Murong Qing had turned her gaze to this dark side of society, devoid of sunlight, and even a Jinghong glance left a deep impression on her.

"Young lady, you're quite skilled. Although it was just a coincidence, the fact that such a coincidence occurred proves you do have some tricks up your sleeve," the old man said, tearing off his previous mask of negotiation and revealing a sinister expression. "Very good. Now I don't have to worry about using too much force and breaking you. Now, please look forward to it."

He let out a laugh that sounded like that of a cold-blooded reptile, patted the woman beside him on the back, and then turned to leave.

According to the movies Si Ming had seen in his previous life, at this point, watching the other party's back as they leave symbolizes the breakdown of the first round of negotiations. The second round, however, is the real showdown, where both sides rely on their abilities and wits to outmaneuver each other.

The typical plot unfolds as follows: one side immediately engages in tense discussions, prepares various defensive measures, and anxiously awaits the enemy's arrival. However, even the most fortified defenses will eventually be breached by the enemy, leading to a chaotic and unfavorable battle. Finally, one side, through a bit of luck or a flash of inspiration, stages a stunning reversal and reaps a hard-won victory.

However, Si Ming had no intention of following the usual routine.

Letting the other party leave now would put us in a position where the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, giving them the opportunity to utilize their strengths, which is certainly not the wise thing to do.

If the other party is skilled in disguise and stealth, I might not be able to find them. Rather than that, I might as well take advantage of their presence and eliminate them in one fell swoop.

"Since we're already here, let's make the best of it. Why wait until the second round if we can solve the problem in the first?"

Si Ming stomped his leg, unleashing a burst of powerful physical strength that shook the entire carriage violently, shaking his opponent's lower body. Then, he threw out both fists, accompanied by a howling and surging gust of wind—it was the perfected Wild Ball Fist!

During the Youth Martial Arts Tournament, Si Ming was able to unleash the power of the Dacheng Wild Ball Fist with the force of a thunderous explosion. Now, his strength is several times greater than before, and the power of his fist has also increased exponentially. In an instant, wind and thunder roared, and everyone was terrified. The air in the entire carriage condensed into an impenetrable wall of copper and iron with this punch, pressing down on the old man and the woman beside him.

This kid doesn't follow the rules!

The old man was terrified and instinctively tried to dodge, but in the cramped carriage, there was no space for him to dodge. He could only take a deep breath, mobilize all his strength, and his withered and thin hands instantly swelled to be larger than bear paws, with his palms turning pitch black, and he met the attack head-on.

At the same time, the beautiful woman flicked her fingers, sending dozens of blades flying out, some straight, some curved, some sinking, some floating, spinning rapidly, making it impossible to discern their precise trajectories.

On a wide, flat surface, this woman's move would be enough to make someone flustered and unable to defend themselves. However, inside the enclosed carriage, facing the violent force of the punch that pressed down like a wall, these exquisite skills were useless. Before they could even get close, they were blown away by the force of the punch.

Bang!

As their fists and palms met, Si Ming's body swayed slightly, his forward momentum halted. However, he was strong and powerful, with inexhaustible energy within him. With a change of breath, new strength was generated, and his power surged forth, seamlessly connecting with the opponent's palm strike. Like wave after wave of continuous ocean waves, it instantly crushed the opponent's palm force and shattered the opponent's arm bones, unstoppable!

The old man felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if struck by a hammer. His small eyes widened suddenly, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets, and his expression became extremely terrifying.

He was then thrown out like a kicked ball, crashing into the Daoist Gate of the carriage and passing out with a thud.

The beautiful woman was not the main target; she was merely affected by the force of the palm strike, which obstructed her breathing, causing her to involuntarily stumble backward and crash into the carriage walls.

Murong Qing reacted in time and used Thousand Accusing Fingers again, striking the beautiful woman's acupoints. A hundred fine strands of energy seeped into her body, spreading out and running wildly in all directions.

The beautiful woman felt half of her body stiffen, and a chill ran into her internal organs, as if she had been stripped naked and thrown into the freezing snow. She wanted to raise her hand to fight back, but she was too weak to move. She leaned against the wall and sat down on the ground, unable to move even a finger.

"You've got it?"

Murong Qing looked at the scene before her in disbelief. The brief exchange had made her realize the old man's strength. Perhaps his Internal Cultivation wasn't high, at most level six, but his combat skills were no less than those of a junior high school teacher.

"Without the advantage of environment, it's not surprising that I was able to take him down in one fell swoop by attacking his weaknesses with my strengths. If I had let him leave just now, we would have been in a disadvantageous position. So, never be polite to the enemy; when it's time to strike, strike decisively."

In terms of actual skill, Si Ming felt that the old man was more skilled than himself.

As a thief, the opponent's strengths undoubtedly lie in Movement Method and movement, and he might also have hidden weapons, drugs, and disguises. However, in the situation just now, the old man had no other choice but to take Si Ming's punch head-on. Even if he possessed a thousand skills, he couldn't use any of them. As a result, he was knocked unconscious by a simple and brutal punch, which was extremely frustrating.

"Don't think... you've won just like that. There are... other experts in the car."