Fist Technique Fundamentals! Alleyway's Tragic Scene!

Wang Jian did not take the public tram today.

He chose to walk home.

He wanted some peace and quiet to properly sort through everything he had learned today.

When he watched his teacher demonstrate the Yellow-Black Fist during the day, he felt as if he had grasped something.

The more he thought about it now, the more he felt there were profound mysteries hidden within that fist technique that he had yet to fully comprehend.

His heart felt itchy, a comfortable sensation as if he were on the verge of a breakthrough.

This was the sign of being on the threshold of mastery.

Consequently, his footwork shifted unconsciously, each step planted firmly as if he were practicing the Earth Stance.

As his soles ground against the pavement, they aligned perfectly with the opening posture of the Yellow-Black Fist.

With every solid step, a faint surge of internal energy drilled into the ground.

His blood and qi began to circulate slowly throughout his body, and his mind grew completely calm.

The teacher thinks so highly of me; I absolutely cannot let him down!

Wang Jian clenched his fist, his knuckles popping with a sharp crack.

Though the sky was nearly dark, his eyes shone with a frightening intensity.

After nightfall, the streets were empty, devoid of a single soul.

Only the cold, circular pools of light from the streetlamps illuminated the path.

Yet, Wang Jian felt that something was wrong.

He walked this road every day; why did it feel so different today?

"That's strange, where are the aunties who usually dance in the square at this hour?"

Wang Jian turned his head to look around, but he discovered nothing out of the ordinary.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief, wanting only to walk faster and get home quickly.

As he walked, a chill surged up his spine without warning!

The sensation was as if he had fallen into an ice hole, freezing him from the top of his head to his heels.

It felt as if a pair of invisible, bone-chilling hands were pressing down hard on his head.

Those hands forced him to turn around, making him face the pitch-black alleyway.

Then, his body stopped obeying him.

Like a puppet pulled by strings, he was controlled by that bone-piercing cold; his body stiffened, and he moved toward Willow Shade Lane one jerky step at a time.

That dark alley entrance looked like a giant mouth waiting to devour him, quietly waiting for him to walk right in.

Damn it! Why can't I move my body at all!

Wang Jian was terrified.

I was just walking slowly while pondering my fist technique, how could I have run into something so sinister!

He forced himself to stay calm, his mind racing to recall the knowledge taught by the authorities.

Spirit Race!

These things specialized in mental attacks; they were the nightmare of low-level martial artists and ordinary people!

Once dragged into their illusions, it was essentially a death sentence!

The will to survive screamed frantically in his mind.

"Get out here!"

"You cowardly beast!"

Wang Jian roared with all his might, hoping to provoke the creature so he could see what it was and find a way to live.

A burst of laughter drifted through the air.

The laughter was faint, ethereal, yet it made his scalp crawl.

The chill on his body grew even heavier.

Even the strength to shout was stripped away from him.

He could only watch helplessly as he drew closer and closer to that pitch-black alley entrance.

He could see it more clearly now.

The entire alley was deathly silent, as if covered by an invisible membrane, completely cut off from the outside world.

He remembered that in the evening, several households in the alley still had their lights on.

Now, those lights were all extinguished, and there was not a trace of living breath to be found.

He also remembered the owner of the small shop at the alley entrance, who used to love sitting in a recliner, fanning himself to cool off, and would always greet him with a smile.

Yet now, by the faint moonlight, he saw a horrific sight he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The walls on both sides of the alley were densely hung with people!

Men and women, old and young, were like strings of air-dried cured meat, their necks noosed by invisible ropes, dangling there.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, their faces frozen in the terror and resentment of their final moments.

The owner of that small shop was among them.

There was not a trace of a smile left on his face, only the ashen gray and despair of the dead.

A cold gust of wind blew, and those hanging "corpses" swayed gently back and forth.

It was as if they were silently welcoming him, the newcomer.

Wang Jian could no longer tell if this was a hallucination or reality.

Seeing this hellish scene, his pupils constricted to the size of needle points.

Boundless rage instantly overwhelmed his fear, exploding in his chest like a volcano!

His heart hammered like mad—thump! thump! thump!

Blood surged and roared through his veins!

"Beasts!"

"I will kill you all!!"

This hoarse, angry roar actually shattered the mental shackles binding him!

Extreme fury ignited the martial will deep within his heart.

His special constitution, the Mystic Rock Bone, seemed to have been activated by this surge of will.

A layer of nearly invisible, earthy-yellow light shimmered over his entire body.

This light provided him with solid support, allowing him to barely resist the pervasive, chilling pressure on a mental level!

But it was only enough to resist for a moment.

His struggle was like a small insect caught in a spider's web; though fierce, it could not change the final outcome.

The mental power of the Spirit Race was far more formidable than he had imagined.

Just as his will was about to be completely devoured, on the verge of falling into endless darkness...

An invisible, intangible, yet razor-sharp mental strike appeared!

Like the first ray of light piercing the night, it slammed into this mental domain controlled by the Spirit Race.

Then, it struck with pinpoint accuracy at the consciousness of the Spirit Race controlling him!

Chen Yan, hiding in the shadows, had made his move!

The Spirit Race, caught completely off guard, let out a sharp, ear-piercing mental shriek on the spot.

Its control over Wang Jian loosened instantly.

It clearly had not expected a third party to dare intervene, let alone use an attack method so similar to its own!

Seeing that it could not devour Wang Jian's stubborn will in the short term, the Spirit Race immediately shifted its focus.

A vast, chilling mental force, like a bursting dam, crashed violently into the strand of divine sense Chen Yan had extended!

Chen Yan's divine sense shuddered violently.

The feedback from the mental collision gave him a start.

The strength of this Spirit Race was far greater than the one he had encountered in the residential area earlier!

Wang Jian felt a "buzz" in his brain, and then his mind suddenly cleared.

The suffocating hallucinations and the feeling of being controlled receded rapidly like a tide.

He gasped for air, and as he looked around, his back was instantly soaked in cold sweat.

The street he stood on was still the same street.

However, it was deathly silent, the streetlights were dim, and every household had their doors and windows tightly shut.

This place had become a dead zone!

"Which master is here to offer their aid?"

"Junior Wang Jian is eternally grateful! May I ask what I should do?"