Dragon Fist Chapter 156
The air inside the camp tent hung heavy, as if it had been filled with lead.
Every word Zheng Tonghe spoke was like a little hammer, pounding against the hearts of everyone present.
"The Foreigners did this?"
Zhao Jinglie gripped the hilt at his waist, the veins standing out on the back of his hand as he forced the words through clenched teeth.
This wasn't his first time dealing with Foreigners. He had seen their methods-vicious and strange-but they didn't seem to fit what had happened here.
Ye Lanzen said nothing.
He crouched down, his cloudy old eyes narrowing to a slit as he carefully examined the sunken wound on Daoist Chi Song's chest. Then he reached out and lightly ran his fingers along the edge of the hole that had pierced straight through Qin Geng, already treated with ointment by Zheng Tonghe, sensing the force that still lingered there.
After a long while, he stood up and shook his head. His voice was low and certain. "This isn't a foreign boxing style."
"This is proper internal martial arts. The force was condensed and did not disperse; it penetrated the body, damaged the organs, and cut off the victim's vitality. This Yin Killing Intent came from the fist intent."
He spoke each word clearly. "One of our own did this."
Zhao Jinglie reacted as if he'd been stung by a scorpion. His voice rose sharply, and his face darkened like the bottom of a pot. "One of our own?"
He slammed a fist into a tent pole beside him, shaking the entire tent three times.
"This place is a sieve now, leaking air from every side! I knew this wouldn't be so simple!"
He paced back and forth inside the tent like a raging lion. His