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Chapter 320 - 291 Gun Fighting Skill

Chapter 320: Chapter 291 Gun Fighting Skill

Wu Li glanced around the hotel lobby bustling with people and noticed Chen Gang and others behind him.

Ahead, Feng Lin smiled at him, and Wu Li suddenly understood the other’s intention: fighting here meant both parties had reservations. Feng Lin worried about accidentally injuring bystanders, while Wu Li worried about Chen Gang and the others being harmed. Ultimately, it was all about confidence.

Feng Lin was confident he would not miss a shot, but it all depended on whether Wu Li was confident enough to prevent Feng Lin from firing a single shot.

"Alright!" Wu Li said, looking at Feng Lin.

Feng Lin nodded, and like magic, a silver-gray handgun appeared in his right hand, his arm hanging down as he locked eyes with Wu Li.

"Please."

Zi!

The sound of shoe soles violently rubbing against the marble floor rang out.

"Roar!"

A loud roar suddenly exploded in the hotel lobby, startling everyone like thunder on a clear day.

It was Wu Li, who roared as he took a step forward, his eyes wide, his hair standing on end, glaring at Feng Lin with the intensity of a wild tiger.

Before Wu Li had mastered Fist Intent, he could scare others silly with just Sound Strike and Eye Strike. Now, having understood Fist Intent and reaching a Divine Value of 99, he erupted with an overwhelming presence. The reception guests, originally checking in, turned their heads at the sound and felt goosebumps, as if they really saw a raging tiger pouncing.

Feng Lin, facing Wu Li directly, felt the greatest pressure. He realized he had underestimated Wu Li. Leaving other things aside, in terms of Fist Intent alone, even Sun Yiquan at his peak couldn’t match Wu Li by half a level.

The mental distraction slowed Feng Lin down by half a beat, and Wu Li, with the power of the wind behind him, lunged forward, reaching for Feng Lin’s neck.

Feng Lin narrowed his eyes, shifted his feet and moved ghost-like to the left, dodging Wu Li’s grasp.

Wu Li’s eyes gleamed with clarity. Feng Lin’s movement technique bore traces of Bagua Palm, quick and efficient with compact movements.

Bagua Palm was renowned as the "Roaming Palm"; one had to master movement technique before mastering palm techniques. A quick movement technique made for a greater threat. Feng Lin’s Bagua Palm was at the Master Level, apparent from this single step.

Wu Li’s back muscles bulged, and his shoulder blades flapped like wings. His reaching right arm twisted, stretching out even further to grasp at Feng Lin.

This was a technique from Eagle Claw Fist, which in External style emphasized longer reach and greater power. Wu Li’s strike seemed as if his arms had grown longer.

Feng Lin, seeing the grasping hand before him, with veins bulging like little snakes crawling over his palm and nails gleaming coldly, felt sheer terror. The flesh on the hand was dark and slightly swollen, appearing as if a demon’s claw was reaching out.

Feng Lin had no doubt that such a grasp could break bones and tear muscles where it struck.

A moment ago, Wu Li seemed amiable, like a young man on vacation, but the next, he exuded the ferocity of a tiger, his strikes akin to a demon’s.

"The sight of Guan Yu’s eyes implies he’s about to kill!"

Feng Lin’s expression unchanged, shifted his feet again and sidestepped.

He didn’t retreat because the speed was too slow. Circling around Wu Li wasn’t truly evasive either. Now, Wu Li perfectly mastered the technique of "Hitting people as if kissing," relentless in his attack, his arm sweeping horizontally, switching from a grasp to a palm strike toward Feng Lin.

The previous Eagle Claw Fist carried some Xingyi’s Splitting Fist Power, now seamlessly transitioning into Xingyi’s Horizontal Fist Power without pause.

Initially, Wu Li had elevated Eagle Claw Fist to Master Level specifically to make transitions between the Five Elements Fist Power smoother.

This change of technique left Feng Lin unable to dodge with just Bagua’s movement technique, but he still had a gun.

He lifted his wrist, the gun swiftly changing direction, pointed at Wu Li’s abdomen.

The moment Feng Lin’s wrist moved, Wu Li intuitively sensed it, his body sharply twisting left, dodging Feng Lin’s gun.

Bang!

The gun didn’t fire, as Wu Li’s right hand struck Feng Lin’s right shoulder.

Feng Lin’s body jerked to the left, his elbow becoming a blur as it rotated ninety degrees, aligning directly with Wu Li, his wrist turning, the gun wobbling and blocking all of Wu Li’s forward paths.

Wu Li’s earlier torso twist weakened his right arm’s force, thus not injuring Feng Lin but instead letting him use the momentum to move out while gaining a chance to shoot.

Wu Li advanced one step as his body shrank dramatically, rolling into a ball, causing Feng Lin’s gun to miss again.

This move, Monkey Squat, had been perfected by Wu Li through dodging bullets numerous vezes. It tightened his spine and tensed his body in preparation for the next move.

It would either transform into Dragon Form Bursting Strike or Snake Form Drilling Fist.

A true Xingyi Master could naturally connect the Twelve Forms like a surging riverine tide, one wave taller than the last, overwhelming the opponent. Wu Li’s approaches alternated—Tiger Form, Eagle Form, Monkey Squat, and next would be Dragon Form or Snake Form. If uninterrupted, his speed would accelerate and his momentum increase.

Feng Lin, while not a practitioner of Xingyi, understood this principle. As Wu Li squatted to dodge the gun, Feng Lin’s right leg tensed explosively, kicking out with a roaring wind, like a massive ax chopping or a wheel crushing!

Wu Li instantly recognized it as Tan Tui’s technique.

Tan Tui also has several schools, and the move Feng Lin used was Shaolin Tan Tui: Three Roads Splitting Smash Wheel Form!

The kick came quickly, as if Feng Lin had anticipated that Wu Li would use the Monkey Squat, so just as Wu Li completed the squat, Feng Lin’s leg was already in front of him, making it seem as though Wu Li had moved forward to meet the kick intentionally.

Although Wu Li did not like Feng Lin’s character, he couldn’t help but praise him at that moment: the opponent made a gun-shooting gesture with his hand but didn’t actually fire, merely indicating his intent to block Wu Li’s forward space, yet he deliberately left one direction open.

In that instant, Wu Li almost instinctively chose to use the Monkey Squat, because only in this way could he avoid being immediately targeted by Feng Lin’s gun, but this choice was exactly what Feng Lin intended for him, so instead of a bullet, Wu Li was met with Feng Lin’s Tan Tui.

"He couldn’t possibly seal off all the space in that instant, so it’s better to intentionally leave a flaw for me to exploit."

This realization flashed through Wu Li’s mind. Now in this position, it was really hard to dodge; he could only raise his right hand to forcefully receive Feng Lin’s kick.

Bang!

As he struck Wu Li, the corners of Feng Lin’s mouth curled up, his right arm slightly rotated, aiming the gun muzzle.

With this move, he didn’t expect to hurt Wu Li but it was certain to disrupt Wu Li’s momentum, like a surging river tide, slowing him down for an instant, and that instant was all Feng Lin needed to hit Wu Li.

He hadn’t thought about killing, but it didn’t prevent him from leaving a lesson for this young man.

Wu Li’s right arm stung as if pricked by a needle; he knew Feng Lin was targeting his right arm. His expression unchanged, the moment his right arm, horizontally across his front, contacted Feng Lin’s right leg, it slipped to the side like Snake Grass.

This was Tai Chi’s Listening Skill transforming power, but in such a hurry, Wu Li couldn’t completely dissipate the force of Feng Lin’s kick, nor did he need to dissipate it completely; he just wanted to ’stick’ a bit longer with his opponent.

The next instant, Wu Li’s right hand grabbed Feng Lin’s right leg.

Feng Lin didn’t care about Wu Li changing tactics. Even if the opponent wanted to use Eagle Claw to disable his right leg, it was too late, because his gun was fast enough!

Bang!

The gun fired.

Feng Lin and the others behind him widened their eyes, the two had moved too fast to see clearly, it all happened in a blink; Wu Li crouched in front of Feng Lin while Feng Lin also fired a shot at Wu Li.

Click!

A bullet mark appeared on the marble-tiled floor, stone debris scattering.

Feng Lin’s face was surprised. His Spear Technique could not possibly make such a mistake; the miss was because in that instant, Wu Li had grabbed his right leg, pulling his body off target.

Feng Lin’s Tan Tui was master level; his foundation was unshakeably strong, but his center of gravity had been disrupted by Wu Li just now.

"Tai Chi, huh..."

This thought flashed through Feng Lin’s mind, only the matured Listening Skill of Tai Chi could find one’s body center of gravity in such an instant and slightly push to directly disrupt it.

Seizing the opportunity, Wu Li’s body sprang up, his spine powering the move, Dragon Form Bursting Strike, as his left hand reached for Feng Lin’s gun-wielding wrist.

Feng Lin didn’t dodge; instead, his right hand whipped over like a whip.

Long Arm, Single Whip!

Wu Li felt it strange, the move indeed was Long Arm, executed well, but what about the gun in the hand? Was this some sort of Gun Fighting Skill?

Despite the weirdness, Wu Li dared not meet it directly, afraid that just as he reached out, he would be shot directly.

If it were a normal encounter with a Long Arm Master, Wu Li would have multiple ways to counter this move, but facing a Long Arm Whip Hand swinging a pistol, Wu Li could only choose to avoid its sharpness.

Swoosh!

Wu Li’s left hand deflected, changing direction toward Feng Lin’s wrist, while simultaneously turning his body to dodge the gun muzzle.

Feng Lin’s wrist shook, his right hand also changed direction, punching towards Wu Li’s face.

Long Arm, Stretch Hand Pat Wrap Hand Cannon!

Wu Li tilted his head, dodging the gun muzzle again, while his left hand continued to reach for Feng Lin’s arm.

Within seconds, the two continuously changed their moves, Wu Li struggling to keep up.

With a gun in his hand, Feng Lin was like wielding a knife in his fight with Wu Li, which made Wu Li dare not confront directly, and this ’knife’ was also a kind that could extend, hard to confront and even harder to dodge.

From the beginning of the fight until now, every move Feng Lin made was to serve the gun in his hand, aimed to enable himself to shoot better; this fighting style was unprecedented to Wu Li.

Perhaps this was the true essence of Gun Fighting Skill?

(Next Chapter coming later)

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