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Chapter 180 - 163: Within 7 Steps, Faster Punch

Chapter 180: Chapter 163: Within 7 Steps, Faster Punch

Li Youqiang clasped Huang Wei’s neck, and under broad daylight, he had not thought of killing him, only wanting to humiliate Huang Wei a little longer.

The students of the surrounding Martial Arts Halls hurled endless curses at him and were about to rush up and start a fight.

Being surrounded and cursed at by a crowd, making aggressive moves, not to mention ordinary people, even professional boxers would feel nervous and even scared. However, Li Youqiang’s expression was calm, and he retreated with a sneer.

His Shaquan Dojo conducted real-life combat practice every week. This so-called practice involved seeking out outsiders who came to underground fighting to earn money and luring them to the Shaquan Dojo for matches with money.

The matches had no rules and injuries or deaths were very likely, which was exactly the purpose of the Shaquan Dojo’s combat classes: to teach students to kill!

Up to now, Li Youqiang had killed three boxers and severely injured two during combat practice, his mindset completely different from before, becoming more ruthless and cruel. This mindset, when applied in a fight, indeed made him much stronger than ordinary people.

Just when a group was about to erupt into conflict, Wu Li, who had been watching the fight, made his move.

His body suddenly lunged forward, reaching Li Youqiang in the blink of an eye.

Li Youqiang only saw a blur before a person appeared in front of him, immediately followed by a pain in the right arm’s shoulder joint, as Wu Li reached out with his left hand and grabbed his right shoulder.

Wu Li’s fingers, like iron hooks, dug deeply into Li Youqiang’s muscles. Li Youqiang instantly felt numbness in his right arm, unable to exert any strength, and involuntarily released Huang Wei’s neck.

Wu Li’s right hand grabbed Huang Wei’s chest and retreated a few steps, returning to the crowd and handing Huang Wei over to a disciple beside him.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

After breaking free, Huang Wei began to gasp for breath.

The Martial Arts Hall students also stopped and stood there in shock.

Wu Li was too fast; they didn’t react, and Huang Wei was already rescued.

Li Youqiang’s right arm hung powerlessly, looking at Wu Li in surprise. He knew he had been incapacitated by a pressure point technique.

Both Long Arm Fist and White Crane Fist included techniques for striking human pressure points, and Hu Shan had demonstrated them to Li Youqiang, but these techniques required high precision and were difficult to use in real combat since both fighters were in motion.

At that moment, he was holding Huang Wei and not moving, but Wu Li had charged over at high speed and instantly grabbed his shoulder, such speed and accuracy surprised him.

"You broke the rules!"

By now, Huang Wei had regained his composure and angrily said to Li Youqiang.

Li Youqiang sneered disdainfully, "Losing is losing; only the weak make excuses!"

"The Kung Fu taught here is for show, the weak’s Kung Fu, while the Kung Fu I practice is for killing, the strong’s Kung Fu! This world is inherently survival of the fittest. My advice is if you want to become strong, then go to the Shaquan Dojo and follow Master Hu Shan to learn Killing Fist."

Hearing Li Youqiang’s words, several Masters, including Zhang Shicai, looked extremely displeased.

A group of Martial Arts Hall students also began cursing broadly:

"You had to resort to sneaky tricks to beat Brother Huang, and you have the face to brag about Killing Fist?"

"Go back and practice your Killing Fist, trash!"

"Yeah, get lost!"

...

Li Youqiang sneered disdainfully and, with his still functioning left hand, pointed at Zhang Shicai and others, "Ask these masters behind you, is there anyone among them who can take even one move from Master Hu Shan?"

This question silenced everyone; no matter what they thought of Hu Shan personally, his reputation as Southeast Asia’s top combatant was won through genuine skill.

Seeing that the other side had nothing to say, Li Youqiang sneered, "A bunch of losers, having the nerve to open a hall and teach boxing, just close the doors sooner to avoid further embarrassment!"

These words completely enraged the Martial Arts Hall students, and they were about to rush forward and start a fight.

Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control again, someone beside Li Youqiang suddenly shouted loudly.

The man was named Ruan Xing, the leader of the local thugs, and he unexpectedly pulled a gun from his waist.

"Everyone shut up!" Ruan Xing pointed the gun at the others and yelled.

No one had expected the other side to have a gun. People from the Martial Arts Hall turned pale and involuntarily stepped back.

Seeing the crowd quiet down, Ruan Xing nodded satisfactorily and shouted a few words.

"What did he say?" Wu Li turned to ask Wang Xuan, who was behind him.

Wang Xuan didn’t expect Wu Li to remain so calm in the face of a gun and whispered, "He said that today is just the beginning, that every day there will be experts from the Shaquan Dojo coming to challenge, and if they don’t want to lose face, they should shut down and sell the Martial Arts Hall as soon as possible."

Hearing this, the faces of the several Masters and all the students turned ugly, but with Ruan Xing pointing a gun at them, they dared not make a move.

Watching the other side fuming but not daring to speak, Ruan Xing spat disdainfully on the ground, "Pah, weren’t you very impressive just now? How come you don’t dare to make a move now? Go on, make a move; let me see!"

Wang Xuan also translated this to Wu Li, who just laughed after hearing it.

In the next instant, he shifted his hips, and his body shot out like a tiger pouncing down the mountain, still employing Tiger Pounce, and he pounced on Ruan Xing.

Ruan Xing was shocked, the gust of wind hit his face before he could react, and Wu Li had already grabbed his gun hand.

Wu Li grasped his hand, while the gun was now pointed at Wu Li’s chest.

"Ah!" Wang Xuan, watching this unfold, screamed.

The rest were also startled, unsure what Wu Li was planning.

"Wu Li!" Chen Gang shouted anxiously, not knowing why Wu Li had gone crazy.

He had never seen how Wu Li had dodged the bullets that night, and even if he had, he believed that Wu Li’s current actions were too risky. After all, the gunman had his weapon aimed directly at Wu Li’s chest—a mere twitch of the finger, and Wu Li would have been a goner.

"Holy shit, what’s going on?"

"Is he using his hand to hold down the other person’s finger to prevent them from pulling the trigger?"

"Wow, this is just like a scene out of a movie!"

"It’s too thrilling, I can’t watch."

...

Inside the live stream, the audience was blown away, finding Wu Li’s action incredibly risky.

Yet, Wu Li remained very calm at the time. He serenely looked at Ruan Xing, his right hand gripping the other’s, his index finger tangled with the other man’s.

Ruan Xing looked at Wu Li in front of him with a surprised face. His right hand was gripped by Wu Li, feeling like it was clamped by iron pliers.

He tried to pull away, but couldn’t; he tried to pull the trigger, but couldn’t move it. Finally, Ruan Xing’s complexion changed, "Who are you?"

Wu Li, not understanding his Southern Country language, didn’t intend to bother with him and turned his head to Li Youqiang, "Wang Xuan, please translate."

Wang Xuan, standing behind them, was startled, then quickly nodded, "Okay."

Wu Li: "I heard that Hu Shan is hailed as Southeast Asia’s number one real combat expert. Please tell your master that I will definitely pay a visit someday to learn from his superb techniques."

As Wang Xuan translated Wu Li’s words, the scene was filled with astonishment.

Ever since several famed fists from the Martial Arts World of the Southern Country visited Hu Shan and publicly acknowledged their inferiority, it had been a long time since anyone had challenged Hu Shan.

Hearing this, Li Youqiang couldn’t help but scoff disdainfully, "You think you’re worthy?"

Wu Li did not respond, but suddenly exerted force, causing Ruan Xing’s right hand to loosen, and then he swiftly snatched the gun from Ruan Xing’s hand.

Ruan Xing’s face drastically changed, instinctively stepping back, "What are you trying to do?"

Wu Li took a few steps back and tossed the gun back to Ruan Xing, saying, "We are about seven steps apart now. I’ll give you another chance. Come on, shoot me."

Wang Xuan was stunned upon hearing this, and Chen Gang couldn’t help but shout, "Wu Li, don’t mess around!"

Without turning back, Wu Li said, "Wang Xuan, please translate for him."

Wang Xuan gritted her teeth and translated Wu Li’s words.

Holding the gun, Ruan Xing looked at Wu Li fiercely after hearing the translation, "Seeking death!"

With that, he lifted the gun to shoot.

Swoosh! Again he felt his right hand heavy, his gun-holding hand was once again grabbed by Wu Li, just like the situation before.

Wu Li smiled, easily took the gun from the other’s hand, returned to his original position, and then tossed the gun back to him.

"Again."

Ruan Xing’s face turned ashen. Having his gun snatched the first time might be attributed to a lack of attention, but the second time, he was on guard, and yet he still couldn’t outpace the other?

Ruan Xing glared at Wu Li, rubbing his right wrist with his left hand, not hastily lifting his gun.

Suddenly, he stepped to the left, bending his knees, half-squatting to raise his gun at Wu Li.

He changed the way he drew his gun, hoping to catch Wu Li off guard.

Swoosh! Yet again, Ruan Xing failed to see Wu Li’s move. Before he could fire, he felt the inside of his wrist sharply pecked, his right hand instantly losing strength, unable to hold the gun securely, which fell to the ground.

This time, instead of grabbing Ruan Xing’s right hand, Wu Li used the Eagle Peck technique to hit the acupoint on the inside of his wrist, causing the other to lose strength.

Wu Li’s expression was serene as he backed up to his original position, seven steps from the opponent.

"Again."

"Huh!"

The onlookers could no longer restrain themselves, their comments flew fast and furious—this was the first time they’d witnessed such a scene: a distance of just a few steps, and yet the opponent could not fire a single shot at will!

Watching Wu Li’s back, Wang Xuan felt her heart nearly leap out of her chest. When Wu Li first said "again," her nerves nearly made her forget to translate, and the second time he said "again," she unknowingly raised her voice as if she were swept up in Wu Li’s imposing manner.

At this moment, Ruan Xing was somewhat falling apart inside. Although he wasn’t a Divine Gunman, the fact that he dared to carry a gun and draw it in public showed that he wasn’t a rookie at handling guns; on the contrary, he had even practiced spear technique privately.

Therefore, he had always looked down on these martial artists, thinking them to be a bunch of brainless idiots. It’s the 21st century, and they still relied on fists?

But now, Wu Li’s actions were shaking Ruan Xing’s core beliefs. Could those who practice Chinse martial arts really be this powerful?

Ruan Xing’s face turned green and red intermittently, and suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs, raising his arm with the fastest speed in his life, aiming the gun at Wu Li, and frantically pulling the trigger.

Snap! Ruan Xing’s gun-holding right hand was once again held by Wu Li.

Ruan Xing gave it his all but still couldn’t pull the trigger. Sweat poured from his forehead as he looked at Wu Li with eyes filled with terror.

Wu Li didn’t pay him any heed and turned his head to look at Li Youqiang, who was equally shocked.

"Go back and ask your master, within seven steps, which is faster, the gun or the fist?"