Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 123 - 111: The Fall of the Eagle (Part 1)

Chapter 123: Chapter 111: The Fall of the Eagle (Part 1)

Headquarters of the Feiyun Gang.

The eldest son of Sun Guangchun sat at the head of the main hall, his face ashen, with anger almost overflowing from his eyes.

Sun Guangchun and three vice gang leaders had disappeared for two days, and rumors were rife at the Huai River Pier that his father and several vice hall masters had offended a master and were exterminated.

Initially, the hall masters around didn’t quite believe these rumors.

Sun Guangchun was at the third level of the Condensing Origin Realm, ruling the pier for decades; how could he flip so easily?

But two consecutive days passed, and not only Sun Guangchun disappeared, but even several Condensing Origin Realm vice hall masters were nowhere to be seen.

Seeing such an opportunity for advancement, the desires in the minds of the hall masters swelled like balloons.

Xie Laohu was one of them.

"Young master. Our hall is currently oppressed by the Qingzhu Gang everywhere. Our youths just seized some territory, we’re short-handed and unstable. We specifically request the gang leader to come out, to suppress the Qingzhu Gang’s arrogance. Otherwise, we can’t find our backbone and don’t have the confidence even if we chop down a few streets."

Xie Laohu said earnestly with a sullen face, making a low request.

His words seemed sincere, but in reality, it was to probe the truth of the rumors outside.

Several other hall masters echoed, wanting the gang leader to appear and draw a line with the Qingzhu Gang.

Their actual purpose was just to ascertain the truth.

Without Sun Guangchun, the eldest son of the Sun family, who had not reached the Condensing Origin Realm in martial prowess, couldn’t suppress these hall masters at all.

The eldest son of Sun Guangchun wanted to rely on his father’s reputation to regain control of the situation to prevent the gang from falling apart.

But clearly, he overestimated his own prestige, as the hall masters didn’t regard him as important at all. If his father Sun Guangchun was here, they would all be obedient without hesitation.

But with the tiger gone from the mountain, the hall masters, originally hooligans and thugs, no longer restrained their temperament.

The Sun family’s eldest son could only stay silent, asking everyone to wait, using the excuse that his father and several gang leaders were on important business and would return soon, all everyone had to do was wait.

The hall masters sneered inside at his words while outwardly complaining. Clearly, they just wanted to determine the truth today.

"Such a commotion, like a vegetable market!" At this moment, Xue Ai, with his bluish-green scar, leapt and landed at the hall entrance.

As soon as he landed, he heard the noise inside the hall, feeling impatient.

Seeing a stranger suddenly appear, the hall masters were clearly a bit astonished.

"Who’s in charge here?"

Xue Ai frowned, his tone icy.

"Who are you? This is the Feiyun Gang’s domain; how can you step in so easily?" A hall master nearby, seeing Xue Ai as just an ordinary middle-aged man with little strength and a big tone, shouted coldly.

Shing!

The glint of a blade flashed, and the speaker’s head instantly flew off.

In midair, his lips could still be seen moving, trying to rebuke Xue Ai.

Thud.

The head hit the ground, while the headless body continued to spurt blood.

In the hall, all the hall masters were suddenly shocked, with fear flashing in their eyes. They hadn’t seen how Xue Ai attacked at all.

And the fallen person was no pushover; they were on par with others, otherwise, they wouldn’t qualify to stand here.

"Sun Guangchun isn’t dead, hired outside help?" Everyone’s hearts raced.

Such rebellion, if accounts were settled later, they’re all in the same boat.

"Sun Guangchun, come out and speak." Xue Ai smelled the blood, feeling a rush of pleasure in his body, slightly easing his mood.

At this moment, all the hall masters sighed in relief, quickly making way and casting their eyes toward the eldest son seated at the head.

"My father, Sun Guangchun, went out recently and hasn’t returned." The eldest son hurriedly stood up, knowing everyone’s intent, forcing himself to answer the visitor.

"Where is Fu Gongling?" Xue Ai asked again.

"I don’t know." The eldest son’s face was filled with confusion.

Fu Gongling’s arrival was secretive, related to the life and death of the gang, and Sun Guangchun rarely mentioned it to outsiders, including his family.

Shing!

The blade light flashed again.

The eldest son was already two parts, dying without knowing how he offended Xue Ai.

Xue Ai kicked aside the eldest son’s corpse, sat at the head, and slapped the long knife onto the table.

He scanned the crowd, like a scythe cutting grass, everyone lowered their heads and prostrated.

"Someone speak up." Xue Ai enjoyed the smell of blood.

The faces of everyone in the crowd were suddenly filled with terror, too afraid to make a sound, afraid of being asked.

The temper of this fierce person is whimsical; the two who spoke first died instantly, who dares to answer.

Sting!

The long knife left its sheath again, and the ’thud’ sound was heard three times.

The three at the front became headless bodies once more.

"Didn’t you hear me asking?" Xue Ai coldly snorted.

At this moment, everyone couldn’t help but sweat profusely, with fear rising from their feet, truly not knowing how to answer.

"Report, my lord." Xie Laohu, seeing Xue Ai’s gaze falling on him, tried to stay calm, "The four high-ranking members of the Feiyun Gang disappeared two days ago. I suspect they were killed by the Qingzhu Gang or Huaining Hall."

Xie Laohu keenly thought that if this man stayed in the Feiyun Gang, in a few days, they would all have to gather at the Naihe Bridge.

Thus, he directed his attention towards the other two places.

"Perhaps the senior Fu Gongling you’re looking for has also been taken by them." Xie Laohu gestured with a fist, not finishing his sentence.

Others couldn’t help but nod secretly, thinking Xie Laohu’s move was brilliant, saving everyone’s life.

Xue Ai touched the long knife again, flicked his finger, wanting to draw it. But finally, he placed the knife back into its sheath.

"Lead the way." Xue Ai glanced at Xie Laohu and said indifferently.

**********

Huaining Hall, tea room.

Lin Yuan had poured an entire pot of boiling water. Zheng Zhangren was already in too much pain to make a sound.

His skin was covered with large blisters, and when he tried to grasp with his hand, the blisters burst on his skin, and blood trickled.

This scene was like a ghost descending, making one’s scalp tingle.

"Lin Yuan, your methods are so vicious. Death is your only redemption." Shen Chengtian’s tiger eyes were filled with killing intent.

Right now, Lin Yuan had almost killed Zheng Zhangren, acting under his nose, showing complete disregard.

He ranked twelfth in the academy, while Lin Yuan merely killed An Heng ranked twenty-ninth.

It is said that Lin Yuan’s strongest asset is his fist techniques, so is he. A fist against a fist, to strongly suppress him.

Bang!

Shen Chengtian kicked the tea table flying, directly towards Lin Yuan.

As the long table flew out, his figure instantly turned into a gust of wind, with his right fist carrying a force of destruction, heading straight for Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan’s eyes remained indifferent. He gently reached out and caught the tea table.

Seeing the incoming punch, he simply waved a sleeve, and an invisible force dissipated the attack entirely.

"This guy, something’s strange."

Shen Chengtian’s expression changed slightly, secretly shocked in his heart.

His fist force was strong, yet Lin Yuan was like a refreshing breeze, effortlessly handling it.

Shen Chengtian’s face darkened, his eyes suddenly turned sharp.

He gently parted his feet, his body slightly leaning forward, his hands clenched into fists. He then stepped forward sharply with his left foot, followed by his right fist, striking towards Lin Yuan in a swift and powerful motion.

This punch concentrated all his strength and speed, as if it tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Bang!

He punched the tea table behind Lin Yuan into pieces without injuring Lin Yuan in the slightest.

"Let’s see if your movement technique is faster, or my fists are!"

In Shen Chengtian’s eyes, a hint of anger flickered.

"Absolute Cultivation Dominating Fist, Departure from Dust!"

Shen Chengtian rapidly spun his body, creating numerous swirling gusts with his right arm. Like a rapidly spinning top, he used the power of rotation to drive his massive fists towards Lin Yuan’s weak spot with each strike.

He grew faster and faster, the force of his blows intensifying.

"Feel the pain!" Shen Chengtian laughed madly in his heart.

This move, among the academy elite disciples, only the top three could break it. Others before him ended up in mutual destruction.

However, Lin Yuan clearly wasn’t in that category.

His figure moved swiftly across the tea house like a bolt of lightning, making it difficult to keep up. Each move he made bore an intense momentum, showcasing his supreme control over Qi-Blood.

Bam bam bam!

In the tea room, tables, and chairs were smashed by his powerful gusts. With sawdust swirling around like countless sharp blades, constantly cutting through.

"Run, run. Brother Shen’s move has a wide range of damage." Some in the room felt extreme danger, their hair standing on end, shouting loudly.

"Escape through the window, don’t go to the door! Hurry, hurry." A few immediately broke through the window, standing six zhang (approx. 20 m) away before stopping.

"Hahaha!" Shen Chengtian’s laughter grew more insane.

He loved this feeling of suppressing and destroying everything.

The room was so filled with dust from his gusts, it was hard to see clearly.

Crash crackle.

Various objects were flying and smashing about.

"Under this move, Lin Yuan surely dies."

Finally, Shen Chengtian stopped his fists and stood gasping, but his eyes gleamed unrestrainedly.

Just then.

"You should sweep the streets; it might have surprising results." Lin Yuan’s calm voice came to his ear.

"Huh?" Shen Chengtian was stunned.

But saw Lin Yuan standing there, not a speck of dust on his cloak.

"How did you...?" Shen Chengtian’s question wasn’t finished when he felt a sudden shock.

Lin Yuan’s figure flickered, appearing behind Shen Chengtian, delivering a palm strike.

Shen Chengtian felt an overwhelming force hit him, sending him flying, crashing hard to the ground, a sweet taste in his throat, and blood oozed out.

His chest felt as heavy as a thousand pounds; that palm made his vision black.

"Lin Yuan, how did you dodge, dodge my attack?" Not finishing his words, he tried to get up, but the rush of blood to his head made him faint instantly.

"Being slow is your original sin!" Lin Yuan laughed coldly.

Stepping over the other’s body, he walked out of the tea room.

"Lin Yuan! You’re audacious!"

Just as he stepped out, Ao Daguang’s icy voice came from the attic.