The Strength of a Xingyi Fist Master

In his first life as an assassin, Teng Qingshan had already reached an incredibly high level of mastery with the Flying Dagger.

After transmigrating to the Nine Provinces Continent, he reached an entirely new level with the Flying Dagger.

Now that he had transmigrated here once again, although the physical strength of Teng Qingshan's current body was still quite weak, the Flying Daggers he threw could completely rival the bullets fired from a small-caliber handgun.

Within a range of one hundred meters, they were virtually impossible to defend against.

This was the reason Teng Qingshan dared to intervene.

Every image transmitted from the Little Cauldron could be said to have its own significance.

Teng Qingshan did not care about these three people at all, but he was very interested in that mysterious map.

Anran Homestay.

An ordinary homestay.

Yet on this night, it had gathered three top assassins from the underground world, as well as Teng Qingshan, who was hidden in the shadows.

Time flowed slowly.

Assassins all possessed great patience.

Hidden in the weeds, White Bear and Monkey held their breath, remaining as still as two stones.

Inside the room, Lu Hong was not the least bit impatient either; he was currently taking two wooden rods from his backpack, followed by a spearhead.

With a twist and a turn, the two unremarkable wooden rods were assembled into a one-meter-long staff. He twisted the tip of the staff, and then Lu Hong attached the spearhead.

In an instant.

A one-meter-long short spear took shape.

"It's a pity that in China, this is the best I can do, but it's enough to deal with those two."

Lu Hong watched the clock on the wall tick to nine-ten.

He immediately stood up, gripped the short spear in his hand, and slipped out through an inconspicuous window at the back of the homestay without making a sound.

Throughout the entire process, Lu Hong did not make a single noise.

"He's making his move?"

Teng Qingshan raised an eyebrow.

As a veteran assassin positioned at a high vantage point, Lu Hong's every move naturally could not escape his observation.

"This man's strength seems decent; his foundation in Xingyi Fist is very solid in every movement. Let's see if he can take care of those two assassins."

Teng Qingshan's figure flickered, and five fruit knives suddenly appeared in each of his hands as he also crept forward, keeping his figure concealed.

"White Bear, why do I feel like something is wrong?" Monkey suddenly whispered. Martial Artists who practiced Internal Martial Arts generally had very sharp spiritual senses, and their sixth sense was also very strong. At this moment, Monkey felt a hint of something amiss in the dark.

"There are still ten minutes before Lu Hong comes out for his walk, and it's very quiet around here. There's nothing wrong," White Bear checked his night-vision watch, looked around, and replied in a low voice as well.

Suddenly.

Lu Hong's figure appeared abruptly thirty meters behind the weeds, and the short spear in his hand was used by him like a short javelin, hurled violently toward the back of Monkey's head.

Whoosh—bang!

The sharp spearhead flashed with a cold glint under the moonlight.

Monkey was indeed an expert approaching the realm of a Taiji Fist Master; sensing the sound of the air being torn, he instantly dodged to the right.

But the spear thrown with the full force of a Master like Lu Hong had reached the limit of speed, even creating a sonic boom!

Although Monkey had received a warning and managed to dodge, the short spear still carried an unstoppable momentum as it struck!

Squelch!

The sound of flesh being torn rang out.

At the critical moment, Monkey unleashed all his potential, forcibly shifting his body a short distance to the upper right, causing the short spear that should have pierced the back of his head to strike his left shoulder instead.

In an instant, a cloud of blood mist erupted from his entire left shoulder, and a severed hand flew off.

"White Bear!"

Enduring the excruciating pain, Monkey shrieked.

At this point, there was no need for Monkey to remind him; White Bear knew they had been exposed. Seeing the miserable state of Monkey out of the corner of his eye, White Bear's eyes widened in fury. "You're courting death!"

Boom!

A massive fist wrapped in a metal gauntlet smashed down toward the head of the rushing Lu Hong!

"Hmph, you've got some skill."

Seeing that his confident spear throw hadn't resulted in an instant kill, Lu Hong was slightly surprised. His rapidly charging figure dodged to the side like a ghost, and White Bear's massive fist struck nothing but air.

And at this moment, the direction Lu Hong had dodged toward was exactly where Monkey was rolling!

"Die!"

Lu Hong's right hand formed a claw, reaching directly toward Monkey, who appeared to be rolling away in a sorry state.

But the next moment.

Monkey turned his head, shot a sinister glance at Lu Hong, and suddenly grinned.

"Damn it!"

He had assumed that Monkey, having lost an entire arm, would have lost most of his combat effectiveness even if he hadn't died, but it was clear now that Monkey still had the capacity to counterattack.

Sure enough.

Monkey's remaining intact right hand reached out, the dark muzzle of a gun aimed squarely at the lunging Lu Hong.

Puff, puff, puff!

The sound of the bullets firing rapidly from the suppressed pistol was very faint, completely inconspicuous in the night.

Just as he was about to be hit, at the critical moment, Lu Hong's rapidly charging body twisted violently, moving like a snake, dodging most of the oncoming bullets at an uncanny angle.

But in the blink of an eye, the range of his evasion was extremely limited, and one bullet still managed to pierce his right elbow.

"White Bear, kill him!"

Having launched his final counterattack, Monkey, suffering from excessive blood loss, finally let his head loll to the side and fell unconscious.

"It's been a long time since I've suffered such a loss."

Lu Hong, who had rolled to the left, stood up. As he jerked his right elbow joint, the muscles and bones rippled, and a bullet was squeezed out.

"Die!"

Hearing the roar Monkey let out before losing consciousness, White Bear's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. Their duo hadn't suffered such a heavy blow in a long time either!

A massive figure standing two meters tall, White Bear was like a human tank, swinging his two large fists as he charged ferociously toward the spot where Lu Hong had rolled.

"Hmph!" Although Lu Hong was injured, his control over his body's muscles had reached its limit; he had already controlled the bleeding and temporarily suppressed the injury, though the force he could exert with his right hand was affected.

"Even with only my left hand, I can still finish off a clumsy bear like you!"

Dressed in black, Lu Hong looked at White Bear—who appeared to be charging slowly but was actually moving no slower than world-class sprinters—and a trace of disdain crossed his lips.

"If I hadn't broken through, I might truly have been in danger today, but now..."

Swish!

The well-proportioned Lu Hong pushed off with his legs, his speed instantly soaring to its limit. He easily dodged the brute force of White Bear's charge and even utilized the surrounding environment to snatch up a short spear that had been stuck in the ground!

With a weapon in hand, Lu Hong's aura instantly shifted once more.

"I didn't expect him to be a master of spear arts as well." Teng Qingshan, watching the battle from the shadows, smiled slightly.

Indeed.

Xingyi Fist could naturally transition from fist to spear.

It could be said that every master of Xingyi Fist achieved no small feat in spear arts.

The man in black before him was clearly an expert among experts.

"Crap!"

Seeing that he had unleashed his full strength yet still failed to catch his opponent, a flicker of unease crossed White Bear's mind.

Lu Hong with a weapon and Lu Hong without one were two completely different people!

"But it's fortunate that Monkey wounded his right arm before passing out. I still have a chance in this fight!"

Although White Bear was large and possessed ferocious strength, making him exceptionally brave in head-on combat—to the point where even ordinary Xingyi Fist masters couldn't gain an advantage against his fists—his weakness was too obvious!

With his massive frame, his speed was far too slow compared to other experts of the same level!