Outside the house, Chen Cheng was lying in the dark, and his ears clearly caught the sound of the side hall door opening and closing.
After confirming that there was no movement in the courtyard, his figure sank slightly, his toes were a little at the base of the wall, and his whole body was like a weightless shadow, floating over the high wall.
At the moment of landing, the toes, soles of feet, and heels touch the ground one after another. Health-Preserving Taiji's unique Perfect Harmony Footwork naturally flows and dissolves the force of the fall. Like a feather, it falls silently into the deep pool without disturbing even the most sensitive insects.
He held his breath and concentrated, and slowly moved to the side hall window.
The force under my feet seemed to be there but not at all, as if I was stepping on the void without making any sound.
Breathing, heartbeat, body odor, and even Blood Qi fluctuations are all completely hidden by Moon Breath of Avici.
At this moment, he seemed to have stripped away the vitality of all living things, and perfectly integrated with the shadows in the corners, the flow of the night wind, and even the silence of the courtyard itself.
In the side hall, the lights are still on.
Zou Kui, who had the strongest strength and the most sensitive intuition, frowned unconsciously, then let go again, thinking it was the night wind passing through the courtyard.
Ding Sanshui, who specializes in perception and concealment, didn't even have the slightest reaction at this moment, and was still talking about the situation he had just followed Chen Cheng.
Zhao Hai is not even as good as Ding Sanshui, and he is not alert at all. All his thoughts are focused on the current incident.
"That kid... is so damn evil!"
Ding Sanshui took a sip of cold wine to suppress the chill in his heart.
"I was clearly biting him, but with just one wrong glance, he seemed to have disappeared out of thin air... not even leaving a trace..."
Zhao Hai's face was so gloomy that water dripped from his face, and his knuckles turned white when he pinched them. He knew what Ding Sanshui was capable of, and because of this, he felt even more frightened.
"Disappear? Huh..."
Zou Kui picked his teeth and sneered unabashedly.
"Cooking, just practice more."
"You..."
Ding Sanshui's face turned red. If it had been someone else, he would have turned the table over.
But at this moment, all his words of defense were stuck in his throat, because he had traveled around for more than ten years and relied on his sharp eyesight.
The penis Sha Qi on Zou Kui and the hideous scar are enough to explain one thing.
This seemingly slovenly and dirty man is someone he Ding Sanshui absolutely cannot afford to offend.
No matter how frustrated and useless he was, he could only endure it.
"Okay, okay, we are all our own people... it's no big deal..."
Zhao Hai saw this and quickly raised a glass to smooth things over.
"Come on, drink! I won't go home until I'm drunk tonight... Cheers!"
"Fuck!"
Ding Sanshui Just go down the slope.
Zou Kui was too lazy to say anything more, picked up a wine jar and drank with his back.
The night gets darker.
The wine was added one round after another, the candles were piled with tears, and the cups and plates all over the table gradually became a mess.
"I... I'm going to put some water in."
Ding Sanshui is the lightest drinker and is now top-heavy. He barely holds on to the edge of the table and stumbles to his feet. His tongue is too big.
Zhao Hai and Zou Kui were talking about an old incident in their early years, and they just waved their hands casually.
Ding Sanshui swayingly opened the side door of the side hall, wrapped up his clothes tightly, and plunged into the cold and dark courtyard.
He stumbled to the toilet in the corner, and just as he unbuttoned his trousers, a gust of cold night wind blew by, making him shiver.
Just then.
A short distance behind him, a figure seemed to condense directly from the shadow of the corner, quietly approaching.
There was no movement at all, not even a hint of murderous intent.
There was only one terrifyingly steady hand, which quietly reached out from the side and behind, and pressed its fingertips on Ding Sanshui's Adam's apple suddenly.
The strength is concentrated at one point and penetrates the flesh instantly.
Ding Sanshui's whole body froze, and he couldn't even make a whooshing sound from his throat. His eyes bulged, and the drunkenness on his face was instantly frozen by boundless fear and confusion, and then he collapsed softly.
Life is cut off in less than an instant.
"Wrong!"
Almost at the same time that Ding Sanshui fell to the ground, Zou Kui, who was toasting in the side hall, suddenly moved his ears and his face changed suddenly.
"Shua--"
Zou Kui took one step, his voice was like wind and thunder, and he rushed into the courtyard in an instant.
Zhao Hai reacted half a beat too late and rushed out immediately.
I saw a figure wearing Zhao Hai's usual robe, his head and face tightly wrapped in a cloth, with only a pair of cold eyes exposed, slowly standing upright next to Ding Sanshui's body.
"Who are you?!"
Zhao Hai recognized at a glance that all the clothes and towels on the other party belonged to him.
This meant that the other party had just entered his bedroom and dug out these clothes and cloths for disguise, but the three of them and six ears were completely unaware of it.
Yes, this person is Chen Cheng.
Before Zhao Hai could finish his words, Chen Cheng was already rushing forward with a speed like a ghost. The long distance between the two people seemed to not exist at all. The moment Zou Kui started to move, Chen Cheng had already invaded the middle door of Zhao Hai.
Pick the soft persimmons first and pinch them!
Chen Cheng made a fist with his right hand, and his arm was like a stretched bow. He suddenly popped out and went straight to Zhao Hai's throat. The wind of the fist broke through the air and brought out a low whistle, bone-piercing.
Zhao Hai's pupils shrank suddenly, and most of his drunkenness disappeared in an instant.
After all, he was also Martial Artist. He roared in a hurry, crossed his palms and pushed out, using the Mountain-Pushing Palm that he had practiced for half his life, intending to block it with his strong palm power.
However, the strength of both sides is not at the same level at all.
Chen Cheng's punch did not use any moves, nor did he use Crouching Force, or the "Taiji Force" he created after deducing Cloth-Wrapped Puppet's attack method.
Just a simple strike of Crushing Fist was already devastating, easily breaking through Zhao Hai's palm barrier. Although the strike was slightly off, it still hit his left shoulder heavily.
The sound of bone cracking is clearly audible.
Zhao Hai was beaten so hard that his feet were off the ground, thrown backwards, and hit the door frame of the side hall hard, causing wood chips to explode.
His left arm hung down weakly, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and his eyes were full of horror.
"Fuck!"
Zou Kui's roar and movements are almost synchronized.
At that moment, he didn't try to intercept Chen Cheng. Instead, he suddenly exploded at the moment when Chen Cheng exerted his strength and paused slightly.
The whole figure looked like a hyena leaping out from the ground. The knuckles of the left finger were raised in the shape of a bird's beak, and it pecked at Chen Cheng's right waist and kidney area with venom.
At the same time, there was an almost invisible black light hidden in his right hand.
It was a poisonous Water-Splitting Spike, using the left hand's offensive as a cover to stab the blood veins on the outside of Chen Cheng's thigh silently.
Vicious! Cruel! Ignore rules and morality! Use everything available, including Zhao Hai!
This is the fighting style of the green forest gangsters.
At this moment, Chen Cheng's movements and even his thoughts felt a little stagnant.
This was a style of play he had never seen before.
To be precise, when he fought with people, he almost always planned ambushes in advance and won quickly with sneak attacks. He had almost no actual combat experience in fighting people head-on.
At this moment, facing a desperate man like Zou Kui who has experienced hundreds of battles and licked blood from his knife edge, his lack of actual combat experience is definitely a fatal disadvantage.