Hungry Tiger Kills Sick Goose

Wild Goose Formation Fist!

Lu Zhigang specialized in this fist technique, named for its resemblance to flying geese, leaving traces across the sky.

Once he unleashed the technique, a gale would rise from flat ground, sand would sting the eyes, leaving the enemy with no way to fight back.

Internal Force surged into his shoulders, the air trembled and gathered, twisting to outline the silhouette of wings.

Lu Zhigang was starving badly, his eyes gleaming, his thick arms spread wide, his form expanding into that of a lean goose.

A solemn expression appeared on Zhou You's face; his opponent was a formidable foe.

If it were his past self, he wouldn't have had an intuitive understanding of Internal Force and wouldn't know its power.

But now...

"Getting hit by that will actually kill you!"

Lu Zhigang coiled his arms, attacking like sharp, black blades, capable of tearing off at least thirty pounds of flesh.

Zhou You felt his neck grow hot, a result of blood accelerating from excitement.

He immediately channeled his Internal Force, his body temperature rising sharply, and two white plumes of steam formed with each breath.

"Roar!"

Zhou You immediately unleashed "Hungry Tiger Pounces on Prey," his expression ferocious, his entire body's bones and muscles twisting into a single unit.

As he sprang, his body tensed like steel, his fists tore through the air, aiming to gouge Zhou You's chest.

"Internal Force, it's actually Internal Force! This little brat has ruined me."

Seeing Zhou You's Internal Force, Lu Zhigang's hair stood on end.

This was bad. He had thought he could easily defeat Zhou You in two or three moves, taking advantage of his perceived weakness, and leave calmly.

But the opponent had used Internal Force right from the start, and things had become troublesome.

He had been enduring hunger for days, his muscle and fat reduced by nearly half. Even with Internal Force, he couldn't exert more than forty to fifty percent of his usual power.

In contrast, Zhou You opposite him had well-proportioned muscles, a healthy complexion, and his vital energy and blood were always maintained at peak condition.

Lu Zhigang thought of Tu Laosan, who had provided him with faulty information, and wished he could tear him apart right now.

"In Gongliang City, the local bosses, their sons and grandsons compete fiercely."

The "local boss" described in this saying was none other than Wang Jianxiong, a renowned Martial Master in Gongliang City.

Wang Jianxiong was famous for his Jade Tiger Skill and Tiger Subduing Fist, and he had cultivated a group of capable disciples.

Even when he was in Sucheng City, Lu Zhigang had heard of his reputation. If he hadn't been so desperate from hunger this time, he would never have dared to attack Wang Jianxiong's disciple.

"No, after this job, I can't stay in Gongliang City for long."

An apprentice who had cultivated Internal Force was already a matter of the Martial Arts School's reputation.

If Lu Zhigang crippled Zhou You today, he would face fierce retaliation from the Jianxiong Martial Arts School tomorrow.

Wang Jianxiong wouldn't even need to act; any one of the Qi and Blood disciples in the school could easily kill him.

Lu Zhigang swung his arms, clashing with Zhou You's fists. Their Internal Forces collided, like the full force impact of steel weapons.

The leaked force directly collapsed the nearby wall, sending broken bricks and stones cascading down like a waterfall.

Zhou You stomped his foot, sending dirt flying, and a basin-sized pit appeared in the ground.

The next moment, he transformed into an almost transparent afterimage, lunging above Lu Zhigang's head.

In Lu Zhigang's pupils, Zhou You's silhouette had almost morphed into the shape of a slender tiger, forcing him to retreat.

Thump, a large willow tree by the roadside was directly snapped by Zhou You's pounce, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Wild Geese March South, Snowflakes Flutter."

Lu Zhigang's arm muscles writhed wildly, fanning the air in all directions like feathers as he leaped seven to eight meters into the air.

He turned, soaring over Zhou You's head, and kicked down from a superior position.

The style of the Wild Goose Formation Fist was to use lightness against heaviness, agility against clumsiness, often employing attacks from above.

"Not good!"

Just as Lu Zhigang channeled Internal Force to his toes, he was suddenly overcome by dizziness.

Although he had eaten a full meal with the money before coming, the prolonged hunger had severely depleted his stamina.

The brief burst of power just now had consumed most of his remaining energy, and at this critical moment, he felt a sense of exhaustion.

This was his body issuing a warning, urging him to finish the fight quickly.

Martial artists often spat blood and fainted after intense battles due to overexertion, which caused bodily damage.

Lu Zhigang couldn't afford to delay. He channeled full Internal Force into his toes and kicked towards Zhou You's temple.

If this move were aimed at an ordinary person, their head would explode like a watermelon, sending gore flying everywhere.

But Zhou You, having cultivated Internal Force, had greatly enhanced his defense; at most, he would be momentarily stunned.

Taking advantage of his dazed state and inability to resist, Lu Zhigang deliberately executed a follow-up move, sweeping his arms to break Zhou You's leg bones.

"Good timing."

Zhou You's pupils contracted sharply. The sharp, needle-like Internal Force targeted his temple, locking onto the mark with unwavering precision.

No matter how he dodged, the enemy poised in mid-air could calmly adjust their direction.

The advantage of the Wild Goose Formation Fist lay in its flexible and unpredictable movements, often launching attacks from incredible angles.

In contrast, the Tiger Subduing Fist specialized in offense and defense, with speed being its weakness.

Therefore, there was only one path: a direct confrontation.

Zhou You lowered his stance, channeling the unique charging method of the Tiger Subduing Fist, his limbs' Internal Force growing more ferocious.

He was a hungry tiger, a hungry tiger eyeing its prey.

The prey was a wild goose, appearing majestic but actually starving and on its last legs – a sick goose.

Today's move would be called... Hungry Tiger Kills Sick Goose.

A fierce whistling sound filled his ears, and a slight stinging sensation spread across his skin.

Lu Zhigang descended from the air, his toes like sharp iron spikes, striking down fiercely.

"Young Tiger Rolls."

In an instant, Zhou You curled into a ball and rolled, taking the force of the blow on his back as the opponent's toes landed.

The toes, like sharp knife tips, plunged into the ground, scattering dirt like raindrops in all directions.

Zhou You rolled five or six times consecutively, then sprang up abruptly, using his footwork to turn and counter-attack.

His footwork was distinctive, possessing both the fierce tiger steps of the Tiger Subduing Fist and the flexible changes of the Square Step.

Within two or three breaths, he had closed the distance to Lu Zhigang with an arcing movement.

Lu Zhigang had overextended himself, his legs from the knees down sinking into the ground. Before he could pull them out, Zhou You was upon him.

A fierce wind carrying a foul odor, accompanied by a tiger's roar, charged at him.

Zhou You hooked Lu Zhigang's shoulders with both hands and tore outward with all his might, scattering blood and exposing white bone.

"Why doesn't he take me alive to question my employer?"

Lu Zhigang died with this question, his body splitting in two and falling to the ground with a dull thud like a torn sack.

Zhou You wiped the blood splatters from his face, his expression unreadable. He didn't need to interrogate to know that Tu Laosan was undoubtedly behind this.

If anyone would want him to fail in practicing Internal Force and gaining entry into the Martial Arts School, Tu Laosan was the prime suspect.

Moreover, only he could afford to pay sixty taels of silver for a bounty.

The shattered husk on the ground was still steaming, the earth already soaked with blood.

Zhou You didn't mind. He rummaged through the corpse and found a small reward.

Sixty taels of silver in bounty money, and a yellowed booklet titled "Wild Goose Formation Fist."

He flipped through a few pages. The booklet recorded the cultivation techniques Lu Zhigang had practiced.

This fellow was literate and had a poor memory, so he had specifically written down the key points of the boxing techniques.

The quality of this Wild Goose Formation Fist was no less than that of the Tiger Subduing Fist, and it would help Zhou You in his own cultivation through mutual understanding.