Hands Strum the Pipa, Breaking the Cinnabar

BOOM!!

As soon as the old madman landed on the ground, he saw Chu Tianshu pressing down on the bamboo pole with one hand, his body upright, descending from the sky.

The two landed almost simultaneously.

However, the old madman took longer to land, was slower, and thus had a smoother transition upon hitting the ground.

He gave a low shout and preemptively kicked out several times.

The climate on Hengqin Island is humid, and the sand piled up on this unfinished building site, without any protection, had already hardened due to the dampness.

But when the old madman kicked it out, the large chunks of sand completely dispersed, each grain distinct, shooting forward in a fan shape.

The sand and dust kicked up by his footsteps almost completely obscured his figure.

Chu Tianshu looked over and saw only a dim, yellowish light.

In ancient combat techniques, throwing lime, kicking sand, and shoveling mud were all very common methods.

Each school of martial arts, both in the North and South, has two specific techniques corresponding to these techniques.

They started figuring out how to spread the mud and sand faster, wider, and more effectively to blind the eyes.

When experts clash, they don't rely on these things to actually cause harm, but rather to gain the upper hand.

Whether the opponent dodges, closes their eyes, or unleashes a powerful gust of wind, attacking these invisible forces always feels somewhat ineffective.

Not adapting is not an option; adapting will only lead to being trapped.

But when Chu Tianshu saw the dim yellow light, he didn't even blink; he only moved his lips slightly.

"Fight!!"

The word "fight" in the nine-character mantra, the mind power is released in the air.

A circular hole was carved out of the vast expanse of yellowish mud and dust by a strong wind.

The old madman at the back was exposed, his hair and beard flapping wildly in the wind.

He had just tried to chase after the mud and sand.

The surge of this Mind Power caused the dust to swirl back, actually obstructing his vision.

But he was far away, nearly ten meters away, so he was basically unaffected.

After kicking up the mud and dust, he simply took the opportunity to make a snapping motion, clenching his teeth, shaking his arm, and twirling his palm.

The Great Sage Pigua Fist originally contained many moves specifically designed to target the lower body.

He curled up like a monkey, stomped and kicked, spun around and swung his arms, tore at the muscles on his thighs, and pounded his groin, etc.

Some even use their fingertips to dig into the side of the knee and remove a piece of the kneecap in one go—all of these are cruel and ruthless killing moves.

But it seems that the old madman has completely forgotten all those petty fighting styles.

As he clenched his teeth, he pushed himself up with both hands, and the breath from his lungs rushed into his palms, turning the skin on his palms a bright red like blood, which then spread to his entire hand.

Both hands were enlarged by a whole circle, not only as red as cinnabar, but also with a steely, jade-like luster on their skin texture.

This is a phenomenon that can only be displayed when one has mastered the art of Pigua Palm) to a very high level.

The ancients called this level "Cinnabar Demon-Subduing Great Hand Seal," believing that by practicing the Pigua Palm to this extent, one could subdue demons and monsters.

If a normal boxer had trained to this level, with such abundant qi and blood in his hands, he could indeed scatter and annihilate a weaker ghost in a single move.

The old madman's situation was quite strange.

He reached this level because the evil energy surging in his chest filled his palms; it wasn't simply due to the body's qi and blood.

The power of these hands to deter and restrain evil spirits is definitely weaker than that of the Cinnabar Great Hand Seal cultivated through righteous practice.

However, the evil energy and his original physical strength were intertwined, and with the crazy and extreme will unique to a madman, they achieved a high degree of combination of illusion and reality, yin and yang.

Considering only its destructive power to physical objects.

Zhu Heng's hands are now even more powerful.

Ouyang, Western Venom's Divine Serpent Fist and similar techniques are all cunning and vicious, but the Toad Skill, which is truly considered his ultimate move, is an extremely powerful and fierce martial art.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, his hands now truly resemble those of someone practicing Toad Skill.

"I still remember your flying needle technique; it was specifically designed to break my Venomous Snake Formation!"

Zhu Heng laughed heartily, "But my kung fu has reached its peak, and I no longer need the Venomous Snake Formation. You've wasted your efforts."

Chu Tianshu chuckled, his voice now completely his own.

"Old Poison Master, shouldn't you consider whether you actually understand techniques like the Venomous Snake Formation '?"

Zhu Heng was not fooled.

He didn't dwell on these pointless questions; instead, his entire body suddenly loomed larger in front of Chu Tianshu.

The movement was very strange; there were no obvious signs of movement in the waist, back, or knees.

It felt as if I was on an ice rink, suddenly pushed by some enormous force, and rushed forward.

The "Barefoot Pigua Step" from the Great Sage Pigua Fist.

This technique uses the soles of the feet to generate power, requiring the soles of the feet to be spread out as much as possible, like the palms of the hands, maximizing the contact area with the ground.

When a person moves forward, they generally don't need to use the strength of their waist and hips.

It relies on the coordinated power generated from the heel, the ball of the foot, and the toes.

With a quick pull on the area below the ankle, the person moves away at lightning speed.

In reality, a person's feet cannot be as dexterous as their hands. If they can leap two or three meters using only the power of their feet, that's already quite remarkable.

He sprinted nearly ten meters in one go, still relying on the evil energy squeezed down from his lungs.

Chu Tianshu seemed to have anticipated such a bizarre, horizontal impact, and suddenly flicked his left hand.

When the old madman charged forward, his right palm was outstretched in front, while his left hand was poised at his waist.

The right palm primarily exerts a sudden, straight, impact force.

With a flick of his wrist, Chu Tianshu's left fingernail, like the tip of a whip, snapped with a sharp, explosive sound, striking the old madman's right wrist from below.

Taiji Fist, with its Hands Strum the Pipa, Tongbei Fist, Startling Dew Whip Hand —all combined into one!

The large tendon on the inside of the wrist snapped with a sound like a strong bow breaking when he pulled it.

The old madman's pupils contracted; he heard the sounds from within his own body most clearly, like a large drum being shattered.

Even though Zhu Heng's palm was as hard as iron, he couldn't withstand this exquisitely precise strike, and the tendons in his right hand were severed.

He quickly swept out with his left hand, a sweeping slap aimed at forcing Chu Tianshu back.

In a flash, Chu Tianshu blocked with his right arm and grabbed with his left, controlling one of the man's intact arms with both hands, and flung him to the side.

Chu Tianshu possessed the Art of Inner and Outer Insight, and was intimately familiar with the details of the battlefield.

The old madman tried to launch a surprise attack with his superior footwork, but Chu Tianshu seized the opportunity instead.

With this swing, it struck a protruding steel bar next to it.

Although the old madman didn't see the steel bar, he sensed a deadly danger, and his chest jolted violently.

Bang!!!

His back struck the top of the steel bar, yet he wasn't pierced by it; the evil aura caused his back to glow with a silver light.

Instead, in that instant, Zhu Heng used the contact between his back and the steel bars as a fulcrum, and with all four limbs moving, unleashed a furious barrage of blows.

Most people use their feet as a fulcrum, and their limbs cannot be fully utilized.

He now uses his back as a fulcrum, seizing a fleeting second to launch an attack with all four limbs.

The hand that Chu Tianshu had been holding was instantly torn apart, bleeding profusely as it broke free of his control.

The other man, whose tendon was severed, also lashed out with his forearm.

His feet were even more powerful, springing forward in an instant, his knees slamming out like boulders, his calves sweeping like steel axes.

Chu Tianshu opened his eyes wide, his hair even arching upwards, his strength reaching his extremities, and with his hands he swung and pressed down at top speed.

Within a second!

He used his hands to defend against all of the opponent's attacks.

The afterimages of the old madman's limbs resembled seven or eight haphazardly placed wooden stakes.

The afterimages of Chu Tianshu's arms resembled two full, curved shapes, appearing more resilient than his opponent's.

In reality, it's a manifestation of speed that's even more extreme than the opponent's.

A second later, Chu Tianshu's palm successfully landed on the old madman's chest.

Ta-da!!

The first palm strike trembled the old madman's entire body, which led to the subsequent seven or eight consecutive palm strikes.

Zhu Heng's torso was finally pierced by the steel bar, and a bloody section of the steel bar emerged from his chest.

Chu Tianshu instantly withdrew his hand and shook his palm.

He almost felt as if he had just struck a thousand-pound bronze bell. His muscles could withstand the force, but his bones were sore from the shock, and his knuckles felt itchy and numb.

Fortunately, Zhu Heng was able to exert force to bend the steel bars.

However, relying solely on his back to withstand the impact, his physical strength could not be maintained indefinitely at a level stronger than that of rebar.

How could that be?

Zhu Heng looked completely bewildered, then vomited a mouthful of dark red blood, making the blood on his hospital gown even more concentrated.

"I've already come to terms with myself... Even if I don't win, we should at least fight for three days and three nights."

Chu Tianshu had really enjoyed the fight, so he replied.

"You're really confused. We're all just mortals. Even if we're evenly matched, the slightest difference can separate us by life and death!"

Zhu Heng's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and suddenly he raised his left hand and slapped it against his own face.

Puff!!

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Several teeth were embedded in the outer shell of the blender.

That sound was like a death knell.

Who says I'm confused?

After spitting out that mouthful, Zhu Heng's face turned deathly pale. He chuckled and said, "I understand perfectly well. I regret what happened back then, so this time my son wants me to win, and I want to win for him..."

"Your son?"

Chu Tianshu's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked in rapid succession, "He's in the northeast, right? First floor? Second floor? Third floor?"

Zhu Heng's expression changed.

Chu Tianshu roughly guessed. "The third floor."

Zhu Heng angrily said, "You..."

Chu Tianshu sighed softly and pointed his fingers at Chu Tianshu's chest.

"Lin Bing Dou Zhe, Jie Zhen Lie Qian Xing!"

Chu Tianshu chanted the incantation earnestly, shattering the weakened Evil Spirit, and then spoke his last words to the bewildered old madman.

"You woke up too late. Go down and apologize to the person you truly owe an apology to!"