Bang!
The powerful force from his right shoulder swept through his limbs and bones.
"Ah!"
Yugong Youjing let out a scream, and his right arm fell limply to his side.
"You know what? Talent is something you're born with, something you can't catch up with later in life. Hard work is certainly useful, but like the famous line from the King of Glory of Li Bai, if hard work were enough, what would be the point of having geniuses?"
Su Hang clenched his fist and stood with his back turned.
"That punch he just threw dislocated my right arm. That's not the kind of power a human could generate; it was like a brown bear!"
Yugong Youjing's face turned deathly pale. He pressed his right hand against his left arm, enduring the pain as he repositioned his left shoulder joint.
"We must first create distance, then look for an opportunity to attack!"
" Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū, Fifth Form: Ryūmeisen!"
Yugong Youjing rapidly sheathed his sword, creating a piercing sonic Disrupt with hearing. Just as he was about to retreat, a huge sand pit suddenly appeared beneath the feet of the golden figure nearby—the result of leg power exploding to its limit.
"Nani?"
Click!
His right leg bent at a 90-degree angle instantly.
"Ah--"
Yugong Youjing screamed in agony and collapsed to his knees.
"There used to be someone who challenged me to a fight every day. I could have crippled her with one punch, but I always held back. Even though I hated her, she was definitely my best female friend."
Su Hang shook his head and said, "I really am a man who says one thing and means another."
"He dislocated my right shin with one kick! Damn it! Why can't I see him? What's his speed limit?"
Yugong Youjing's face turned deathly pale. He grabbed his right calf with both hands and pulled it forcefully into his arms. With a crisp snap, his calf joint was successfully reset.
"We can't just sit back and take the hits; we have to take the initiative. The best defense is offense!"
" Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū, Sixth Form! Hiryūsen!"
Yugong Youjing drew his sword at high speed, pulling it from its scabbard. With a sudden burst of power, he swung the sword, sending the scabbard flying out like a bullet.
"Have you ever played shuttlecock?"
boom!
The sword sheath was returned intact, striking the left shoulder with a powerful blow.
"Ah!"
Yugong Youjing in a pitiful and mournful voice, his left arm hanging limply at his side.
How many people have you killed?
"I... I have never killed anyone. Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū, Seventh Form! Sōryūsen Ikazuchi!"
"I'm asking you! How many people have you killed?"
"Ah!!"
Yugong Youjing let out a piercing scream, his legs dislocated, and he collapsed to his knees.
"I... I... I have never killed anyone. Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū, Eighth Form! Kuzuryūsen!"
Answer me! How many people have you killed?
"Ah!!!"
Yugong Youjing in agony, his right arm hanging limply at his side.
"I... I... I... I have never killed anyone."
At this moment, Yugong Youjing had dislocated his lower leg and arm, and was kneeling on the beach with his arms hanging limply like noodles, completely unable to move.
"You're not lying, are you? I don't know where your murderous aura comes from, but you're definitely not a good person."
Su Hang removed his mask, tucked it into his robes, and looked down at him, saying, "Your swordsmanship is indeed impressive, but we Huaxia have an old saying: 'Strength can overcome any technique.' Before absolute power, any skill is futile."
"Ha ha."
"Hahaha."
Su Hang frowned and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"I've finally figured something out." Yugong crawled on her knees towards the bamboo sword, "You haven't received proper training, so you don't know how to control your innate brute strength, but you've found a different way!"
Su Hang narrowed his eyes slightly, "What method?"
"You probably hired a professional hypnotist to use psychological hypnosis. Only by wearing the mask can you unleash the brute strength of a brown bear; without the mask, you're just an ordinary person with a slightly stronger physique."
"This sounds just like a transformation from Armor Hero: before transforming, you're an ordinary person, and after transforming, you become an invincible Armor Hero."
"Interesting! Absolutely interesting!"
Su Hang said confidently, "You guessed pretty accurately, so what?"
"How?"
Yugong Youjing bent down, opened his mouth and picked up the dark green bamboo sword, his smile icy as he said, "You just—did you take off your mask?"
"Not good!"
Su Hang's pupils dilated, his most primal survival instinct suddenly erupting, and he swung his fist straight forward.
A red figure wielding a sword flashed past.
"The Ultimate Technique of Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū!"
Yugong Youjing shook off the blood droplets from his sword, " Amakakeru Ryū no Hirameki!"
Pfft!
Su Hang's waist was splattered with a large amount of blood.
"I once stubbornly believed that only His Imperial Emperor was worthy to be the first soul lost on my sword, but after fighting you, I suddenly feel that it wouldn't be bad if you became the first soul lost."
Yugong Youjing sheathed his sword and headed into the darkness, glancing back as he said, "Sayonara, Exalted Emperor."
After a while.
"What amazing swordsmanship!"
Su Hang looked down at the "blood" on his waist and clicked his tongue twice. "Using powerful willpower, he instantly reset the joints of his limbs and then slashed at the waist at near supersonic speed. No wonder it's the ultimate technique, Heavenly Amakakeru Ryū no Hirameki."
"What a pity about this can of sugar-free cola."
Su Hang pulled out a Coke can that had been slashed in half from his pocket, took a sip, and said, " Yugong Youjing, right? I'll remember you."
The internal road of the Atlantis Hotel.
In the Maybach GLS600, the Great Tengu opened the rear door and cheerfully said, "Lord Youjing, how was meeting up with your old friend?"
"Puff!"
Yugong Youjing had just boarded the bus, coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The Great Tengu was instantly terrified. "Lord Youjing, oh oh oh... what's wrong?"
Yugong Youjing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and waved his hand, saying, "It's nothing, just a broken rib, it's nothing serious."
"A broken rib?"
The Great Tengu panicked and quickly grabbed a first-aid kit. Ignoring Yugong Youjing's attempts to stop him, he forcefully lifted the other man's clothes and gasped, "How... how did you get injured like this?"
However, on the left side of Yugong Youjing's chest, there was a large purplish-black bruise, from which blood was constantly seeping out.
"If I hadn't changed the point of attack from the neck to the waist, I would have been the one who died."
Yugong Youjing was still shaken. Even after the other man removed his mask, his instinctive punch for survival was aimed at his heart.
"However, judging from the blood gushing from Exalted Emperor's waist, his liver and spleen have been ripped apart by my Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū's ultimate technique. He will die from excessive blood loss in at most 5 minutes! Without a doubt, I have won!"
The Great Tengu hurriedly said, "Lord Youjing, your injuries are too serious! I... I... I'll drive you to the nearest hospital right away."
Yugong Youjing declared without hesitation, "Return to Japan immediately!"
The Great Tengu was sweating profusely with anxiety. "Your injury needs to be treated at the hospital immediately, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!"
Yugong Youjing said sternly, "Do you want me to be arrested by the Huaxia police?"
"Arrest?" Great Tengu asked, bewildered. "Why would the Huaxia police arrest you?"
Yugong Youjing said lightly, "Because I killed someone."
"Ah?"