<Eight Directions Capturing Flood Dragon Hand>Poke Finger Technique--Bone Crushing!
Although this martial arts is a low-end version of <Great Dragon Subduing Hand>, Wang Xiaohu has already mastered all the moves in it after hundreds of sparring sessions with Meng Qingshan.
His attacks are extremely fast and his moves are deadly. Although the two gang members are also good players in the gang, they are like paper in front of Wang Xiaohu and cannot resist at all.
Wang Xiaohu's move 'Bone Crushing' has understood the essence of what Meng Qingshan taught!
Every move contains the essence of Meng Qingshan's martial arts. Although he no longer has the blessing of 'Yin Extreme True Qi', his improved versions <Long Wind Heart Method> and <Medicine Refining Futu Skill> already have Lesser Accomplishment. The strong wind between the moves is enough to make people frightened.
"Pfft!"
After only one encounter, one of them was Wang Xiaohu poked a black and bloody hole in a vital part of his body.
Seeing this, another gang member quickly pulled out the whistle stick from his waist and tried to fight back while waving his weapon.
But Wang Xiaohu didn't avoid it at all, and actually withstood this seemingly impressive blow from Strength.
"Crack!!!"
The whistle stick hit Wang Xiaohu, but it made a crisp sound like hitting a rock, and the whistle stick broke in response.
Wang Xiaohu's body did not move, but with a slight shock, the Strength turned invisible.
Under his simple mask, the murderous intent in his eyes was even stronger, as if he was telling the other party that such attacks were nothing more than scratching the surface for him.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Xiaohu suddenly took a step forward, came to the front of this gang member, clapped his palms out, and the wind of the palms was so fierce that it stirred up the flying snow all around.
It's that double palm move--Wind Rises Pushing Clouds!
"Bang!"
The group of people felt a strong air rush towards them, and their breathing was stagnant. Then their chests felt like a heavy hammer, and their whole bodies flew several feet away like kites with broken strings, and fell heavily on the snow.
He struggled to get up, but found that his internal organs seemed to have been severely damaged. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, staining the white snow red.
Wang Xiaohu's set of palm movements are clean and smooth, fully demonstrating his excellent martial arts skills.
When the onlookers saw this scene, they exclaimed and were shocked by the young man's martial arts.
Seeing this, Qing Zhu Gang's Wang Tong's face became very ugly. He didn't expect that this young man was so powerful. He felt timid for a moment and stood there without daring to act rashly.
Because not to mention the two moves Wang Xiaohu made, even the whistle stick, Wang Tong himself did not dare to say that he could resist with his physical body without being affected at all.
Judging from Wang Xiaohu's martial arts just now, it is obvious that he has far surpassed the level of some martial arts masters and has reached the level of a master of martial arts.
Reaching this level, even a third-rate master in the world, is beyond the reach of a small gang leader like him.
Wang Tong's throat slipped, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm the panic in his heart.
He realized that he could never be the opponent of the masked boy in front of him, but as the little leader of Qing Zhu Gang, he was used to being powerful, and for a moment he couldn't lose face and begged Wang Xiaohu for mercy.
Wang Tong gritted his teeth, pretended to be calm, and tried to use words to save the situation.
"Hmph, you Kid, you dare to run wild on Qing Zhu Gang's territory. Do you want to be my enemy, Qing Zhu Gang?" He shouted loudly, trying to cover up his uneasiness with his voice.
However, Wang Xiaohu was unmoved. His eyes were like ice, staring directly at Wang Tong.
"Qing Zhu Gang?!"
Wang Hongyi sneered and said slowly, "From today on, Jade Mountain City will no longer have Qing Zhu Gang!"
Wang Tong was shocked when he heard this. He looked at Wang Hongyi in disbelief. When his eyes met the handsome young man, he knew that his words were true.
But his status in the world over the years has made it difficult for Wang Tong to accept such humiliation.
He pulled out the whistle stick from his waist and prepared for a final struggle.
Seeing this, Wang Xiaohu rushed towards Wang Tong with a swift strike, hitting his chest like the wind.
Wang Tong swung his stick to resist, but the whistle stick collided with the wind of his palm. There was only a "click" sound. The whistle stick broke and broke into two sections the moment it was hit by Wang Xiaohu's palm.
However, Wang Xiaohu's palm force did not decrease and he continued to move forward. Wang Tong only felt a tightness in his chest, and then he clearly heard the sound of his ribs breaking.
Immediately afterwards, he felt as if he had lost weight and flew out, sweeping away several tables and chairs before hitting the wall heavily.
When the onlookers saw this, they couldn't help but take a few steps back, not daring to get closer.
They even started whispering and discussing the origins of the two young men in front of them.
And more people were shocked by Wang Xiaohu's martial arts skills, because as far as they knew, Changfeng Martial Arts School had only opened its doors to accept disciples not long ago, and they had never seen such a young master.
At this time, several officers came up and checked the three Qing Zhu Gang members lying on the ground.
"Dead!"
A police officer felt Wang Tong's pulse and said with a rather shocked expression.
"There's no hope for me here!"
"This man still has one breath left, but he is not far from death!"