A heavy snowfall struck in the middle of the night, and when people opened their eyes, they found the world outside was already a vast expanse of white. New York is located in a cold temperate zone, with mild and short summers and long, freezing winters. Although the heavy rain in the first half of the night had released a large amount of moisture, as the first snow since the onset of winter, the fluttering snowflakes were still as large as goose feathers. The snow reached halfway up the calves; with every step, a crisp crunching sound immediately echoed underfoot.
Snow weighed down the branches, and whenever a bird landed or took flight, large patches of snow would rustle and fall.
Stepping into the wine cellar, the air shifted from damp and cold to warm. Opening the iron door, the secret room was brightly lit, and Bullseye sat cross-legged on an iron bed. Seeing Hong Fei enter, his eyelids flickered, and then he lowered his head without saying a word. Hong Fei's footsteps echoed in the empty room. As the sound drew closer, Bullseye's fists involuntarily clenched. "How many times have we fought?"
Hearing the question, Bullseye replied without thinking, "Two hundred and nine times."
Hong Fei nodded slightly. "That's perfect. Get up. I'll still hold back my strength and fight you one last time to make it an even number, then I'll send you on your way."
Hearing this, Bullseye looked up abruptly. Hong Fei smiled and nodded. Bullseye immediately stood up and shook his arms. Over the past month, with the help of Hong Fei's special ointment, his arms had mostly recovered. Hong Fei turned toward the door, pulled open the iron gate, and stood to the side. Bullseye narrowed his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"We're fighting outside. It's snowing today, let you see the snow scenery."
Bullseye naturally didn't believe him. "Aren't you afraid I'll run?"
Hong Fei shook his head. "You can't escape."
Bullseye gritted his teeth and stepped out of the iron door with a dark expression. The two walked out of the wine cellar one after another, and upon reaching the open lawn buried in snow, Bullseye turned and stopped. Turning back, he saw Hong Fei standing five meters away, beckoning to him. Bullseye's gaze solidified, his feet twisted, and suddenly power erupted.
His figure was like an arrow and his fist like a sharp bolt, kicking up snow over a meter high behind him. The recovery of his arms not only perfected his attacks but also made his body incredibly coordinated; he no longer had to drag his limp arms like a burden as he used to. Hong Fei's eyes opened slightly, the hair on his body stood on end, and his skin instantly pulled tight. However, from an overall perspective, his body was completely relaxed, his bones and muscles loose, showing no sign of combat intent at all.
Muscles and bones must be loose, skin and hair must be offensive, every joint connected, and the ethereal spirit centered. Skin and hair are the exterior, while strength and bone are the interior; this is the state of being loose on the inside and tight on the outside. Kung Fu has movement and stillness, forming the momentum of Yin and Yang. Loose inside and tight outside is the fusion of movement and stillness, the harmony of Yin and Yang. Only then, when facing an enemy, can one erupt naturally and move without conscious intent.
Bullseye's boxing style lacked some of the wide-open, fierce momentum of Frank's, but it had more of a sharp, lethal intent that sought to kill with every strike. This point matched his identity as an assassin and hitman. The fist broke through the air toward his face, the rapidly approaching fist-shadow expanding quickly. Hong Fei's shoulders sank, like an iron ox entering mud, sinking down rapidly. The fist grazed the tips of his hair. Bullseye felt as if Hong Fei had suddenly disappeared from his sight.
When his gaze shifted downward, he saw Hong Fei's wrists pressed together, his ten fingers spread wide, thrusting diagonally upward toward Bullseye's armpit. Bullseye's forward punch had not yet reached its limit, and Hong Fei moved against the flow. At first glance, it looked like he was delivering himself to the door. In the instant they met, Hong Fei changed his palms into claws. While locking him down, his fingers clamped onto the two bunches of muscle outside Bullseye's shoulder bone like iron pincers. There are sensitive and fragile arteries and nerve plexuses under the armpit.
If struck heavily, the entire arm will instantly feel as if it has been electrocuted, becoming unbearably numb and sore. With Hong Fei's lock, the power gathered in Bullseye's entire arm immediately dissipated, and his expression changed drastically. If Hong Fei had been more heartless, he could have twisted his hands inward and outward, which would not only dislocate the bones but also tear the muscles and cause intense nerve pain, causing him to lose combat capability instantly. However, there was no need for that right now.
Bullseye gritted his teeth to endure the intense pain, his other hand swinging a hook toward Hong Fei's temple.
But the real killing move wasn't there; it was his calf, which had kicked up without a trace. The Groin Kick. It wasn't honorable, but it was truly powerful, attacking a spot even more sensitive and dangerous than the armpit. Attacking high and low simultaneously, if one were even slightly careless and failed to attend to both, he could turn defeat into victory.
Bullseye gritted his teeth to endure the intense pain, his other hand swinging a hook toward Hong Fei's temple.
Hong Fei withdrew his hands without hesitation, one fist rising to protect the side of his ear, and one palm lowering to guard his crotch. With two muffled thuds, the snow on the vamps of his shoes splashed up. Bullseye's strength was certainly not small, but Hong Fei's bones were clearly harder. His body didn't move an inch, his horse stance steady, like a divine statue cast from pure bronze from the inside out.
Failing the strike, Bullseye immediately withdrew, his fists turning into flat palms with five fingers tightly pressed together, thrusting straight for Hong Fei's eyes.
The fingertips were like knives, the force flowing through them. If they hit home, his fingers would likely plunge directly into the eye sockets. Hong Fei raised his palms. From shoulder to elbow, from elbow to wrist, and even down to his ten fingers, his entire upper and lower body seemed soft and boneless, like a willow swaying in the wind. Even more strange was his footwork; his posture was extremely low, his steps light and soft, as if wading through muddy water.
He traversed the snow step by step, the snowflakes rustling and flipping to both sides, as if a spiritual snake were moving beneath the snow's surface. With a swing and a hook of his footwork, his body shifted sideways to Bullseye's left. His lower palm flipped up, the back of his hand touching Bullseye's left arm as if glued to it, and he then flipped and pushed his palm with the momentum. Guided by the momentum, Bullseye's arms and upper body immediately leaned to one side. His eyes were filled with fury as he took a heavy step forward, kicking up snow again.
However, this step helped him preemptively stop his stumbling. The vamp of his shoe bulged suddenly, almost bursting open from the force of his foot. Turning around, he twisted his toes, his waist driving his right leg to attack Hong Fei's calf from a low position, hidden amidst the splashing snow. Dong!
A footstep like a morning bell or evening drum echoed. Hong Fei took a step forward to seize the center gate. The snow surface suddenly sank, but no snow flew up. His arms spread wide like an eagle's wings, and his palm wind whistled as it struck Bullseye's abdomen squarely.
Bullseye was instantly sent flying into the air, and his kick naturally came to nothing. Fortunately, the snow was soft and Hong Fei had held back his strength. Two seconds after landing, Bullseye performed a carp kick-up to stand again, a look of madness gradually rising in his fire-spitting eyes. Over the past month, Hong Fei had long since seen that Bullseye's mental state was highly abnormal. Anyone else, having lost over two hundred fights in a month, would probably have been unwilling to fight long ago, or would have just gone through the motions even if forced. But Bullseye didn't.
This kind of spirit could be said to be becoming more courageous with every setback, but he also possessed an indescribable ruthlessness and reckless madness that others lacked. Bullseye attacked fiercely again, meaningless shouts constantly erupting from his mouth. Hong Fei's feet twisted and turned in a circular path. His palms avoided the front to strike at an angle, encircling and striking points. He rotated around Bullseye as the center in an endless, repeating cycle. As the center of the circle, Bullseye could only constantly turn to deal with Hong Fei's shadow-like, wind-fast attacks.
As time passed, Hong Fei's strikes became faster and faster. The rapid, short crackling sounds seemed to urge the falling snow between heaven and earth to descend even more urgently. Correspondingly, Bullseye's shouts turned into a beast-like howl. Listening to his voice, the furrow between Hong Fei's brows tightened further.
After a moment, Bullseye's howling didn't decrease but grew increasingly crazed. The clarity in his eyes had vanished, making him look more like an untamable beast. Seeing this, Hong Fei's brow gradually relaxed.
He parried Bullseye's fist with one palm, turned back with the momentum, his strength moving in a perfect circle. Both palms thrust out together; the wind whistled shrilly, and the flying snow swirled and lunged into the distance. This move hit Bullseye squarely on the chin. His head immediately snapped back, folding until it was almost flush with his back. His heavy body rose into the air, flying several meters before crashing down heavily. Hong Fei withdrew his hands and stood still. At some point, his feet had trodden a nearly perfect circle into the snow.
Looking at Bullseye struggling to turn his head, blood quickly seeping from the corners of his mouth while his limbs remained motionless, he couldn't help but shake his head. Frank, who had been quietly watching the battle, stepped forward. Before he could speak, Hong Fei said, "He's beyond saving." Thanks to 'Autumn Wind Sweeping Away Clouds' for the 1500 points and 'Inner Mongolia Fatty' for the 100 points tip! Requesting some monthly tickets and recommendation votes. Currently, the new book is 2nd in Sci-Fi and 26th on the overall list. I want to get into the top ten of the overall list.