Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 242 - 16: Incense Guide

Chapter 242: Chapter 16: Incense Guide

A shadowy figure silently landed on the wall, forming a pitch-black silhouette in the night.

A gentle breeze blew, causing the robe to sway slightly. Lin Yuan looked from afar and saw two figures in the garden.

One was a rough-looking horse-faced man, the other wore a floral mask.

When Ding Yu saw Lin Yuan arrive, his expression changed immediately.

But he couldn’t help but show a hint of joy in his eyes.

He hoped the newcomer would be evenly matched with Chi Ziqin, allowing himself to seize the opportunity to escape from control.

Lin Yuan’s gaze instantly fell on the person with the floral mask.

Judging from the other’s demeanor, they indeed had some air of a master.

Even though they wore a mask, it was normal for some people to have peculiar hobbies.

The floral mask indeed had an imposing style when worn.

"I’ll get one myself next time," Lin Yuan nodded slightly.

The profound aura emanating from the other made him feel somewhat threatened.

With that thought, Lin Yuan leapt down, and after landing, he walked step by step toward the person with the floral mask.

As for the horse-faced man beside him?

Merely a small fry, easily obliterated with a flip of the hand.

Chi Ziqin originally sat in an armchair, resting with closed eyes. As Lin Yuan leapt onto the wall, he already sensed the commotion.

Standing up, Chi Ziqin placed his hands behind his back. His eyes calmly watched the figure walking step by step toward him, appearing extremely composed.

Because, in his perception, the person opposite posed little threat.

"Ding Yu?"

Three zhang away from the masked man, Lin Yuan spoke faintly.

"Is he calling me??" Ding Yu was dumbfounded.

So why was he staring at Chi Ziqin?

Did he mistake Chi Ziqin for him?

Chi Ziqin was also taken aback. Then he lightly smiled and did not respond.

An idiot who couldn’t recognize people, why bother?

Lin Yuan’s eyes remained calm at the sight.

Since others disregarded him, he needed to make them show the proper respect.

If nothing else, through his fists!

Lin Yuan suddenly roared inwardly: "Demonic Core, open!"

The shadow on the ground rapidly expanded, instantly enveloping Ding Yu beside him.

Vast Qi-Blood continuously erupted like a blazing furnace, with red and black Qi Force swirling around, causing the nearby grass and trees to bend in a patch.

Rustle.

Countless grass leaves followed the strong wind, swirling continuously.

Ding Yu, beside him, only felt the Qi Force blowing on his face, causing an unstoppable pain.

"What kind of monster is this? So enormous!" Ding Yu retreated two steps, his eyes wide with shock.

Looking at the colossal entity before him, with skin interwoven in red and black, muscles knotted like cables, and height nearing the roof eaves, he was utterly astonished.

"Ding Yu, meet your death!" An odd sound wave, overlapping echo with the true voice, appeared by the two men’s ears.

On hearing his name, Ding Yu felt a sudden tightness in his heart.

The enormous shadow moved.

But it rushed towards Chi Ziqin instead.

As he punched, violent winds erupted around. Grass and trees caught in the air were swept by the violent wind, suddenly forming a high-speed rotating drill, crashing toward Chi Ziqin fiercely.

Chi Ziqin’s expression drastically changed the moment the colossal shadow appeared.

Because he had already felt the other’s immense Qi-Blood, almost equal to his own.

Let it be known that he had condensed twenty-four acupoints. And the other was clearly concealing their strength before.

Chi Ziqin raised his arms to block, instantly gathering endless Qi-Blood like an iron gate in front of him.

Boom!

Punch strength poured out completely.

Where the two clashed, a visible ripple rippled through the air, immediately turning into countless fierce winds, bombarding the surroundings.

Crack!

The ground instantly cracked. The paved path fractured with countless fissures. The surrounding grass and trees, as if chopped by a long knife, swiftly cut off at the roots, then swept away by the fierce wind into the distance.

But Chi Ziqin’s clash with the shadow did not stop. The shield gathered on his arms cracked in an instant and then disintegrated inch by inch.

The mask at the back of the floral mask man turned bright red.

Clearly, that punch had already penetrated the defense, landing on his body.

"Great Sun True Intent!" Chi Ziqin stared intently at the giant shadow opposite him.

Are they from Xuri Martial Academy? Have I been exposed?

Chi Ziqin’s thoughts spun rapidly, instantly denying the idea.

Where did this person come from? There’s absolutely no such person in Xuri.

But the enormous shadow wouldn’t give him time to think.

With the one strike, it had already gauged this person’s limits.

"Hmph!"

The shadow snorted hotly from its nostrils, advanced with its lower limbs, and the left fist clenched, instantly transforming into a solid iron hammer, smashing toward the floral mask man’s face.

Gale winds whipped up again, with vast Qi-Blood spewing wantonly.

"The opponent’s punch is too strong, dodge!" Chi Ziqin sensed a strong threat. His internal Qi-Blood vibrations hadn’t yet stabilized, and his arms were still numb, unresponsive.

Forcing his body to twist, he dodged the opponent’s lethal punch.

Whoosh.

Intense air pressure poured into his ear, and Chi Ziqin only felt his right eardrum under enormous pressure, as if about to be penetrated by the Qi Force.

Only at this moment did Chi Ziqin feel the opponent’s sheer strength; just two punches left him in a disadvantageous state.

If he held back again, he would be severely injured in the next moment.

But his right ear still buzzed relentlessly, causing some confusion in his thoughts.

Chi Ziqin bit his tongue, a thread of clarity flashed in his mind.

Dozens of acupoints inside him quietly shattered, transforming into endless Qi-Blood, instantly erupting violently.

A massive phantom suddenly appeared behind him.

"Return to the Origin, Without End, Green-faced Eight Gates!"

Chi Ziqin’s hands instantly became afterimages, with countless hand seals forming with them.

In an instant, a fierce wind swept up over the entire garden.

A massive incense burner suddenly appeared in the void. And around the middle of the incense burner, eight giant bronze doors suddenly appeared.

Each door was carved with strange runes, flickering with a deep green light. You could see eerie auras constantly manifesting at every portal. Some doors erupted with scorching flames, like a volcanic eruption; others had freezing ice that spread frost for miles; yet another door crackled with thunder and lightning, deafening the ears.

"Hmm, this is interesting!" A large figure observed the void.

Seeing the manifestation of the Eight Gates, a fierce look flashed in Chi Ziqin’s eyes: "Awaken the spirits, open the Flame Gate!"

He watched as the five acupoints in his body disassembled again, instantly projecting into the void.

Crack.

The Flame Gate slowly opened, shooting out a wisp of intense true meaning.

It instantly merged with Chi Ziqin’s spirit. His spirit swelled, countless flames erupting continuously from his body.

Chi Ziqin’s body suddenly transformed into an ethereal form, descending rapidly.

The large figure’s eyes flickered and immediately dodged to the side.

Boom!

A three-foot-deep pit suddenly appeared on the ground, causing the pavilion to quake.

"Let’s see how you dodge this time?"

In an instant, countless fire-red afterimages appeared around the figure.

Countless fist shadows as dense as raindrops fell in the void.

Bam bam bam.

Deafening muffled noises continuously echoed from the void.

Ding Yu was already hiding at the edge of the battlefield, watching everything from afar. Deep down, he was endlessly shocked.

This scene was too overwhelming. He felt that if he went up there, he would be shattered into pieces with just one punch.

But he dared not flee now because he clearly sensed that no matter how intense the battle was, his body was locked onto by two auras.

Yet, the figure amidst the dense fist marks dodged swiftly.

He almost avoided all the red fist marks in their entirety.

"Can you still dodge?" Behind the mask, eyes were filled with madness. The violent fist marks escalated to another level.

In Ding Yu’s eyes, he only saw numerous chaotic sparkling lines drawing countless streams in the void, dazzling and causing his eyes to ache.

Boom!

A dull sound erupted, and all the streams suddenly stopped.

"Can you escape now?"

Behind the twisted mask, Chi Ziqin stretched out a scarlet tongue, licking his lips. A trace of savage intent appeared on his face.

He wanted to completely capture this person, interrogate thoroughly to find out who they really were and which force they represented, trying to reap benefits amidst the fire.

But, perhaps he was overthinking it.

"Hmm, is this all the strength?" An eerie voice sounded somewhat surprised.

But looking at the opponent’s fist landing on his right arm, it seemed like it could only leave a red mark.

That feeling was like.

A massage?

"Not bad, you can strengthen it a bit more. I must say, it feels quite comfortable." The large figure tilted his head, looking at the fiery red phantom, and said calmly.

"What?" A flush suddenly rose behind the mask: "Such provocation!"

"It enrages me!" Chi Ziqin roared, and all the acupoints in his body disassembled completely.

He watched as the true meaning of the Flame Gate within the spirit burned fiercely, like a torch with thick smoke rolling.

"Ah ah ah." Chi Ziqin’s features were full of madness.

Countless fist marks shot out violently like gushing water columns.

Bam bam bam!

Explosive sounds accompanied by rampaging shockwaves continuously tore the void.

You could see everything in the few hundred square feet of the garden shatter, turning into rolling debris sweeping outside the garden. The surrounding walls were filled with countless cracks, collapsing in pieces.

And at the center of the frenzy, a dark figure watched it all indifferently.

Apart from blood flow and swelling on his skin, those fist marks hitting his body had no effect on him.

Feeling the opponent’s massage pressure getting weaker and weaker.

The large figure stretched his body, eyes instantly landing on the figure in the shadows.

Swish!

The figure flashed and disappeared.

Chi Ziqin, still furiously punching, suddenly felt something was wrong.

Because, in his perception, that large figure disappeared!

His pupils suddenly contracted: "Could it be?"

At that moment, an eerie voice suddenly appeared at his ear.

"Done being crazy?"

Chi Ziqin’s entire mind shook.

Smack!

A slap landed on the back of his head, making him dizzy.

"Ding Yu," said the eerie voice softly.

Chi Ziqin had yet to react upon hearing this. After all, he was not Ding Yu.

Smack!

Again, a heavy slap hit the back of his head.

Chi Ziqin directly fell from mid-air, face-first into the ground.

One slap completely dissipated his ethereal form.

"What is this strength?!"

Chi Ziqin lay on the ground, utterly confused. He couldn’t quite believe that with over twenty acupoints, he was bested with just three moves by the person in front.

Thud.

A steel hand lifted him by the back of the neck.

"Ding Yu, are you not responding? Do you really think I don’t dare kill you?"

The eerie voice lingered in his ears, making Chi Ziqin’s scalp tingle.

But at this moment, the timid Ding Yu shuffled forward from the peripheral: "S-Sir, it is me."

"Hmm?" Dark pupils swept over the long-faced man.

"I-I am Ding Yu," Ding Yu nodded, bowing repeatedly.

"You are Ding Yu?"

The long face showed a pleading smile, nodding continuously.

"Uh?"

The large figure looking at the person he was holding scrutinized again, puzzled: "Did I get it wrong?"

"Then, who is this?"