Eight Trigrams Evasion

A heavy snowfall suddenly descended in the latter half of the night. By the time people opened their eyes, they found the world outside was a vast expanse of white.

New York, located in the temperate zone, has mild and short summers and cold, long winters.

Although the heavy rain in the early part of the night had released a large amount of water vapor, as the first snow of winter, the fluttering snowflakes were still as large as goose feathers.

The accumulated snow reached halfway up the calf. With each step, a crisp crunch immediately sounded underfoot.

Snow weighed down the branches. Whenever birds landed or took off, large clumps of snow would shake loose and fall.

Stepping into the wine cellar, the air turned from damp and cold to warm.

Opening the iron door, the secret room was brightly lit. Bullseye was sitting cross-legged on an iron bed.

Seeing Hong Fei enter, his eyelids twitched. He then lowered his head, remaining silent.

Hong Fei's footsteps echoed in the empty room, gradually approaching. Bullseye's fists involuntarily clenched.

"How many times have we sparred?"

Upon hearing the question, Bullseye replied without hesitation, "Two hundred and nine times."

Hong Fei nodded slightly. "Perfect. Get up. I'll still hold back and spar with you one last time to make it a round number, then I'll let you go."

Hearing this, Bullseye suddenly looked up.

Hong Fei smiled and nodded.

Bullseye immediately stood up and shook his arms. Over the past month, his arms had recovered considerably with the help of Hong Fei's specially made ointment.

Hong Fei turned towards the door, pulled open the iron gate, and stepped aside.

Bullseye narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"We'll fight outside. It's snowing today, I'll let you see the snowscape."

Bullseye didn't believe him. "Aren't you afraid I'll run away?"

Hong Fei shook his head. "You can't escape."

Bullseye gritted his teeth and stepped out of the iron door with a grim expression.

The two walked out of the wine cellar one after another and onto the open lawn buried under the snow. Bullseye turned and stopped.

Turning back, he saw Hong Fei standing five meters away, beckoning him.

Bullseye's gaze sharpened. He shifted his feet, and suddenly, power surged. His body moved like an arrow, his fist like a sharp projectile, kicking up over a meter of snow behind him.

His recovered arm not only perfected his attacks but also made his body incredibly coordinated. He no longer had to drag his loose arms like burdens as he used to.

Hong Fei's eyes widened slightly, goosebumps rising all over his skin, which immediately tensed. However, overall, his body was completely relaxed, his bones and muscles loose, showing no sign of readiness for combat.

Muscles and bones should be loose, skin and fur should attack, joints connected, spirit empty within.

The skin and fur are the exterior, the bones are the interior. This is the appearance of being loose inside and tight outside.

Kung Fu has both movement and stillness, which is the posture of Yin and Yang.

Loose inside and tight outside is the fusion of movement and stillness, the harmony of Yin and Yang. Only then can one naturally unleash power when facing an enemy, moving without intention.

Bullseye's punches lacked the overwhelming ferocity of Frank's, but they possessed a sharper intent to kill with every strike.

This suited his identity as an assassin and killer.

His fist broke through the wind, coming towards Hong Fei's face, the rapidly approaching fist shadow enlarging quickly.

Hong Fei sank his shoulders, like an iron bull sinking into mud, quickly dropping down.

The fist grazed his hair as it passed. Bullseye felt Hong Fei suddenly disappear from his sight. When his gaze shifted downwards, he saw Hong Fei with his wrists crossed and fingers spread wide, pushing upwards towards Bullseye's armpit.

Bullseye's forward momentum had not reached its limit, and Hong Fei was moving against the flow, appearing to be rushing into the attack.

As their bodies made contact, Hong Fei changed his palm into a claw. As he locked on, his fingers clamped down like iron pincers on the two muscle groups outside Bullseye's shoulder bone.

The armpit contains sensitive and vulnerable arteries and nerve plexuses. A heavy blow there would instantly cause the entire arm to feel as if struck by electricity, becoming numb and unbearable.

With Hong Fei's lock, the power gathered in Bullseye's entire arm immediately dissipated, and his expression changed drastically.

If Hong Fei had been more ruthless, twisting his hands inward and outward together, he could not only dislocate Bullseye's bones but also tear his muscles and cause nerve pain, instantly incapacitating him.

However, it wasn't necessary at this moment.

Bullseye gritted his teeth, enduring the sharp pain, and swung his other fist towards Hong Fei's temple.

But the real killing blow wasn't there; it was his subtly flicked-up calf.

A groin kick.

It wasn't a straightforward attack, but it was incredibly powerful, targeting a more sensitive and vital area than the armpit.

Attacking both high and low simultaneously, if one were careless and unable to defend both, it could allow him to turn the tables.

Hong Fei unhesitatingly withdrew his hands, raising one fist to guard his ear and pushing one palm downwards to protect his groin.

Two muffled thuds echoed, and snow splashed from their shoe covers.

Bullseye's strength was considerable, but Hong Fei's bones were clearly harder. His body remained completely still, his stance firm, like a statue cast in pure copper from the inside out.

Failing to land a hit, Bullseye immediately retracted his hands. His fists transformed into flat palms, fingers pressed tightly together, aiming directly for Hong Fei's eyes.

His fingertip was like a knife, channeling its power. If it had landed true, his finger would have likely pierced directly into the eye socket.

Hong Fei moved his palm upwards, from shoulder to elbow, from elbow to wrist, and then to his fingertips. His entire body was soft and boneless, swaying like a willow in the wind.

Even stranger were his footsteps. He started low, treading softly as if wading through mud. With each step, he weaved through the accumulated snow, which parted to either side as if a spirit snake was slithering beneath the surface.

His footwork shifted and clicked, and his body naturally moved to Bullseye's left. His palm flipped upwards, and the back of his hand stuck to Bullseye's left arm as if fused. His palm then flipped and pushed.

Guided by the momentum, Bullseye's arms and upper body immediately leaned to one side. Annoyance flashed in his eyes as he stomped forward, kicking up another spray of snow. However, this step helped him regain his balance, and his shoe sole bulged outwards, almost bursting open from the force of his step.

He spun around, his toe flicking and his waist driving his right leg in a low, powerful attack towards Hong Fei's calf, hidden by the flying snow.

Dong!

Footsteps like a morning bell and evening drum echoed out. Hong Fei stepped forward, seizing the center. The snow surface suddenly caved in, but no snow flew up.

His arms spread wide like an eagle's, his palm wind fierce and penetrating, striking Bullseye squarely in the abdomen.

Bullseye was immediately sent flying, his kicked leg naturally falling short.

Fortunately, the snow was soft, and Hong Fei had controlled his strength. Two seconds after landing, Bullseye sprang up like a carp, a flicker of madness beginning to ignite in his fiery eyes.

Over the past month, Hong Fei had already noticed that Bullseye's mental state was extremely unstable.

Anyone else, after over two hundred fights in a month, losing every single one, would have long since refused to fight, or at best, would have gone through the motions if forced.

But Bullseye didn't.

This kind of spirit could be described as growing stronger with every setback, but he also possessed an indescribable ferocity and a reckless madness that others lacked.

Bullseye attacked again, letting out meaningless shouts.

Hong Fei's feet twisted and turned, his steps forming circles. His palms avoided the direct path, striking at an angle, circling and striking points, rotating around Bullseye like a centripetal force, endlessly.

Bullseye, at the center of the circle, could only constantly turn to deal with Hong Fei's attacks, which were as inseparable as shadow and form, and as swift as a gale.

As time passed, Hong Fei's attacks became faster and faster. The rapid, sharp crackling sounds seemed to stir the falling snow around them into a more urgent descent.

Correspondingly, Bullseye's shouts turned into roars like a wild beast.

Listening to his voice, the lines on Hong Fei's brow deepened.

A moment later, Bullseye's roars did not diminish; instead, they grew more frantic. The light in his eyes had vanished, leaving him looking more like an untamed beast.

Seeing this, Hong Fei's brow relaxed slightly.

He deflected Bullseye's fist with one palm, turned back with the momentum, and channeled his power in a rounded movement. His palms then came together, pushing forward. The wind whistled eerily, and the flying snow swirled away into the distance.

This move struck Bullseye directly on the chin. His head snapped back, folding over until it was almost touching his back. His heavy body was lifted into the air, flying several meters before crashing down hard.

Hong Fei retracted his hands and stood still. Unbeknownst to anyone, his feet had already traced a near-perfect circle in the snow.

Watching Bullseye struggle to turn his head, blood quickly seeping from his lips, while his limbs remained completely still, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Frank, who had been quietly observing, walked over.

Before he could speak, Hong Fei said, "There's no saving him."

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