Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 108 - 96 Flying Ape

Chapter 108: Chapter 96 Flying Ape

"There’s a group of people outside, especially the two knocking on the door, they’re quite fierce."

"Huaining Hall has a task, I’m assigned to duty." Lin Yuan nodded, looking at Xiaoyun’s frightened expression, and chuckled softly: "Don’t worry, I’ll make them apologize to you later, and you can be fierce to them in return."

"Mm-hmm."

Xiaoyun breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Knowing that Lin Yuan was going out, she hurriedly fetched his robe for him.

Lin Yuan changed into his robe, which inevitably took a bit of time.

By the time he stepped outside, the members of the Dingzi Banner were quite impatient.

"Made us wait!"

Seeing Lin Yuan approaching from afar through the gate, the two at the door snorted coldly, muttering complaints in their hearts.

But they didn’t dare voice them in front of Lin Yuan.

"Were you two the ones knocking on the door?"

Lin Yuan stepped out, looking at the two by the door, and asked a question.

"Hm?" The two were confused by the question, not understanding Lin Yuan’s intention, then whispered back, "Yes."

Lin Yuan’s expression was calm. The next moment, he suddenly struck, delivering two resounding slaps to their faces.

Smack! Smack!

Clear palm prints appeared on their left cheeks, instantly swelling and turning red.

"Ah!"

The two clutched their faces, groaning in pain.

"Lin Yuan, you’ve gone too far!" The two immediately glared angrily.

However, they had no way to resist Lin Yuan’s actions. Their eyes blurred and they were already slapped.

Lin Yuan spoke indifferently, "After your duty, come here and kneel. You’re free when Xiaoyun is satisfied."

"Impossible! Senior Brother Wang is here, and you still dare to act like this?"

"I would die before doing that. Lin Yuan, do you really think no one can deal with you?"

A fierce look flashed in their eyes, their voices resolute. But despite their strong words, they didn’t dare to make a move against Lin Yuan.

"Heh, Junior Brother Lin truly lives up to his reputation as a skilled student of the academy, unmatched in majesty." Wang Wei chuckled faintly, appearing beside the two.

Seeing Wang Wei approaching, Lin Yuan’s gaze remained calm, glancing over the two: "I’ve said my piece, the consequences are on you."

After speaking, Lin Yuan stepped forward.

Completely ignoring Wang Wei’s presence, he walked directly into the ranks.

Wang Wei saw that Lin Yuan paid him no mind at all, anger bursting in his heart, and a murderous intent surfaced deep in his eyes. But now wasn’t the time to act; a more remote location would be a better opportunity.

Once Lin Yuan joined the ranks, everyone looked at him, their eyes unable to conceal their changing expressions.

For nearly a month, they had discussed his impending downfall, how he’d become a nobody, and had grown disdainful. But after seeing the two get slapped, they recalled that Lin Yuan was still powerful, not someone they could provoke.

"Hmph!"

Wang Wei snorted coldly, looking at Lin Yuan’s composed figure but ultimately didn’t act out.

He turned and led the group toward Qiao Yifei’s courtyard.

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Qiao Yifei’s courtyard.

"I’m just a wild man, here today to test your Flying Ape Dharma Body." Pang Biao revealed not the slightest hint.

"Looks like you earnestly mean to make trouble." Qiao Yifei’s posture shook, instantly adopting a spirit ape stance, akin to a monkey leaping through forest treetops, scratching his cheek habitually: "Fine then, since you’ve come for a fight, I..."

Before finishing his sentence, Qiao Yifei had already leaped toward Pang Biao.

The two were about ten zhang apart, but in less than a breath, they were already engaged.

Pang Biao was shocked, waiting for Qiao Yifei’s follow-up words, not expecting the sneak attack already underway.

"Damn! Old bastard, turns out you’re a sly fox!" Pang Biao cursed inwardly, hastily countering.

Qiao Yifei’s footwork was nimble, his figure erratic, moving with lightning speed, making one’s eyes swim.

Pang Biao frantically dealt with attacks from every direction, all were Qiao Yifei’s frenzied assaults.

Bang bang bang.

The two instantly exchanged four or five rounds.

"Good, good, good. Damn sly fox, I damn..."

Pang Biao’s face was swollen, having taken several punches, utterly infuriating him.

This Qiao Yifei was incredibly fast, utilizing surprise attacks, catching him off guard.

Among martial artists, fighting to the death isn’t like entertaining guests, there’s no courtesy. Exploiting any vulnerability to strike continuously until the opponent’s dead, offers no time to recover.

The moment they separated, Pang Biao tried to distance himself, seeking opportunity, but Qiao Yifei wouldn’t give him any breathing room.

Ape Shadow Thousand Illusions!

A fierce intention crossed Qiao Yifei’s heart as he instantly deployed his deadly move. At astonishing speed, he flickered continuously, as if countless apes simultaneously attacked from all directions, leaving his opponent defenseless.

Suddenly, around Pang Biao in all directions, six Qiao Yifei shadows appeared, seemingly both real and illusionary, making it impossible to discern the true one.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

In just a heartbeat, scores of powerful strikes pummeled Pang Biao.

Pang Biao’s body quivered uncontrollably, his eyes filled with the onslaught of various Fist Marks, feeling his entire body taking blows.

He drew upon his internal energy, circulating it swiftly.

But it had little effect, as one powerful strike after another landed rapidly. Originally defending against his back, a punch already reached his abdomen.

"Damn it!"

Pang Biao cursed loudly, eyes fixed on the myriad shadows.

"If I don’t escape this phantom encirclement, I’ll end today here. Old bastard, you have some skill."

By now, a retreat had surfaced in Pang Biao’s heart.

He was Second Pin Condensing Yuan, while Qiao Yifei, who had long been famous for Third Pin Condensing Yuan, possessed greater strength.

Poof!

Another heavy blow landed on his back, causing blood to surge upward uncontrollably, spraying from his mouth.

Furious, Pang Biao abandoned caution, ceasing all resistance.

Unable to discern truth from illusion, he fixed his gaze fiercely on one spot to strike.

Seven-stringed Leg, Severed String!

Pang Biao steeled his heart, determined to hit his target, or use the motion to escape if missed.

With a sudden extension of his arms, his upper body pivoted on his waist, akin to a taut rubber band. A burst of energy erupted from his left foot, and with a half-twist, his left leg became the fulcrum, his right leg lashed out like an arrow, rapid as a burst from a crossbow.

This was the Seven-stringed Leg’s deadliest strike, aimed fiercely at the shadow by the door.

This desperate move intended to shatter illusions and carve an escape route. If Qiao Yifei pursued, he’d think of another solution.

Concentrating all his strength in one foot, Pang Biao’s blow was like a snapped string whipping out, nearly invisible in speed, its power immense.

Boom!

Pang Biao’s right leg blasted out like a cannonball.

Qiao Yifei observed coldly but recognized it as Pang Biao’s desperate move and didn’t block. His speciality was movement speed, far faster than Pang Biao; once Pang Biao exhausted himself, he would finish him off.

Clatter!

Pang Biao’s right leg dispersed the shadow naturally, missing Qiao Yifei. Yet his momentum carried him crashing into the great door.

The sturdy door trembled violently, a five-foot hole left behind. Dust from the door beam drifted down, filling the air.

Clang.

The plaque couldn’t handle the intense shock and fell to the ground.

Pang Biao seized the momentum, lunging out the hole, emerging outside the courtyard.

"Old bastard, grandpa hasn’t had his fill today. I’ll come play with you once I’ve eaten my fill." Pang Biao’s figure landed, covered in dust, disheveled.

Caring little for his state, with two flashes, he prepared to flee.

"Trying to run?" Qiao Yifei’s expression shifted, lunging to give chase.

"Ugh!" Qiao Yifei suddenly groaned, his stomach in pain, energy circulation halting abruptly, stopping just before crossing the door.

Watching Pang Biao’s escaping figure, he felt powerless, sighing inwardly.

"Eventually, old wounds resurface, preventing prolonged combat."

Qiao Yifei understood his injuries, thus resorted to lethal moves immediately, aiming for a swift end to the battle with Pang Biao, fearing he’d notice and wear him down to death.

But Pang Biao was fierce; sensing the unfavorable situation, he risked everything to escape, preventing Qiao from killing him on the spot.

Surveying the courtyard littered with bodies, sorrow welled in Qiao Yifei’s heart.

He recognized Pang Biao was merely an appetizer. This probing exposed his injuries, making the following arrival of the Qingzhu Gang and Feiyun Gang a harbinger of doom.

"Even in death, better break a few teeth." Determination gleamed in Qiao Yifei’s eyes.

Those fleeing in front halted at the now silent courtyard, peering in to see Qiao Yifei standing firm, sighing in relief.

"Gang Leader is mighty!" The gang members couldn’t help but cheer: "Small-time thugs dare act up in front of the Gang Leader."

Just then, distant rumblings echoed, someone stomping heavily, hastening forward.

"Gang Leader, who dares assault our Lotus Gang’s territory, seeking death?" A burly man with a tiger-like build approached, scanning fiercely.

Qiao Yifei glanced at the newcomer, nodding ever so slightly, relieved that some remained loyal.

"Gang Leader, what’s the situation?" Cheng Xiongjia, arriving urgently with his men, queried.

Before Qiao Yifei could reply, three figures appeared in view.

Ten breaths later, Sun Guangchun stood on the Lotus Gang’s plaque.

"Qiao Yifei, your death is imminent!"

Sun Guangchun smiled faintly.

With a forceful stomp, the Lotus Gang’s plaque shattered instantly.