Chapter 43 The Initial Display of Divine Ability (2)

  Zheng Daquan may look careless, but he's actually very clever. The nonsense he asked earlier was just to distract Yan Jing Tian's attention, and he never intended to make amends with him. As soon as Zheng Daquan finds an opportunity, he will take action immediately, without showing any mercy. With his ruthless heart and steady aim, the gun is now pointing directly at Yan Jing Tian's chest.

  Yan Jing Tian let out a cry of surprise, one hand covering his chest, and cursed: "You!"

  Zheng Daquan held a gun in both hands, jumped onto the table, pointed the gun at Yan Jingtian and others, shouting: "Don't move! My gun is specialized for eating meat! Move a little and I'll shoot you dead! You little turtle sons, dare to act wildly on Zheng Daquan's territory!"

  Yan Jing Tian's face relaxed, he lowered his head and said: "Alright! Since you can't change a dog's habit of eating shit! Then we won't be polite either!"

  Zheng Daquan was shocked to see that the bullet had hit Yan Jing Tian's chest, and he couldn't understand how Yan Jing Tian could still speak calmly. Just then, Yan Jing Tian raised his hand, and several soybeans along with a bullet fell onto the table, making a metallic clinking sound. Zheng Daquan looked closely and saw that the bullet was actually embedded in one of the soybeans.

  Yan Jing Tian burst out laughing and said, "I forgot to tell you, I have iron lotus beans here. Your bullets are too pathetic!" Yan Jing Tian's skill of catching bullets with his bare hands using the iron lotus beans was unbelievable, leaving Zheng Da Chuan and his gang staring blankly, frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

  Zheng Daquan's eyes widened instantly, and he let out a loud cry, firing his gun at Yan Jing Tian and the others' foreheads repeatedly.

  Yan Jing Tian's face was filled with smiles, and with a slight tilt of his head, a bullet whizzed past. He didn't even flinch in his seat. The other bullets were aimed at Yan Shou Zhen and Yan Shou Ren. Zheng Da Chuan was indeed formidable, firing four shots in the blink of an eye, each one targeting vital spots. However, Zheng had misjudged his opponents - the ones sitting before him weren't some ordinary thugs from the jianghu, but rather four skilled experts from the Huo family.

  Yan Shou Zhen didn't dodge, his body sprang up, and he somehow produced a small iron instrument similar to a copper bowl from somewhere, grasping it in his hand. He swung it at the bullets flying towards him, and they hit the small copper bowl with a loud clang. Along the arc of the bowl, Yan Shou Zhen deflected them, and with a "pa" sound, they flew back out, hitting one of Zheng Daquan's subordinates on the arm.

  Yan Shouren seemed to have not taken out any props, but his body shook slightly, and with a flash of movement, he dodged two bullets. Without seeming to exert himself, he flipped over from his seat, his hands clasped together, and his right hand rose, pointing at Zheng Dakuan. Two iron pellets shot straight out of his hand, striking Zheng Dakuan's face.

  Zheng Daquan fired four shots in a row, not to mention hitting the target, but didn't even hurt Yan Jingtian and his men. Zheng Daquan's heart was in disarray, knowing that he had met a superior opponent today. He was usually fierce and wouldn't admit defeat, so he let out a loud roar and prepared to fire again.

  Zheng Daquan hadn't even pulled the trigger when a faint light flashed before his eyes, and something flew towards them. He subconsciously tilted his head slightly to one side, and an iron bean hit the corner of his eye, while another hit him right on the forehead, making a dull thud. Zheng Daquan let out a cry of pain, his body also tilting to one side, but he still managed to pull the trigger with all his might. The shot was off-target, and the bullet flew off in an unknown direction.

  Yan Shouzheng had already jumped over from the table and rushed in front of Zheng Dakuan. Before Zheng Dakuan could even open his eyes, Yan Shouzheng had already snatched the gun out of his hand with both hands. Yan Shouzheng didn't stop there, using the momentum of his body, he made a swift move, hooking his foot under Zheng Dakuan and kicking him off the table. Zheng Dakuan crashed to the ground with a thud, smashing the chair into pieces, blood streaming from the corners of his eyes and forehead, unable to get up for a moment.

  The true nature of Huo's family was revealed all at once!

  The thing held in Zhen's hand was called "Four Empty Golden Pieces", which were made up of four pieces of fine steel, extremely hard and unyielding. When unfolded and grasped in the hand, it formed a bowl shape, but could also be closed and become a single piece. At this time, if slapped on someone's forehead, like a gourd hitting the top of the head, the skull would be smashed open with a big hole. The "Four Empty Golden Pieces" was one of the Fire Family's thieving skills, with endless wonderful uses, which will be slowly explained later.

  Yan Shouren seemed to be empty-handed, but in fact he wasn't. If Yan Shouren were to use his bare hands to throw iron beans, it would be difficult to achieve such speed and power. Originally, in his right hand was an exceptionally exquisite slingshot that could be opened and closed with the palm of his hand. When the slingshot was held in his hand, it was hard to detect. When he opened his palm, using his ring finger to press down on the projectile, there were steel bars that could hold tight and support his palm, pulling back the rubber band to shoot out the iron beans with great force. This slingshot was called "齐掌炮" (Palm Cannon). If used skillfully, one could complete a series of actions from loading, drawing the string, and shooting with just one hand. The reason it was made so small was not simply for carrying and hiding, but because in the art of thievery, sometimes you need to shoot extremely small objects into tiny holes to disable anti-theft mechanisms.

  Yan Shouren hit Zheng Dakuan, his hands never stopped, and when he jumped onto the table, he shot out two iron beans, hitting the two people on the side. The iron beans were aimed at their eyeballs, extremely vicious and poisonous, aiming to knock them down with one hit. Yan Shouren's movements were extremely fast, and by the time Zheng Dakuan was knocked off the table, there were two miserable cries beside him, someone covered their eyes and fell to the ground, rolling around in agony.

  Yan Shouzhen and Yan Shourén, these two men, as soon as they made a move, could be said to have gained the upper hand. Before Zheng Dakuan's group had time to react, they had already taken control of the situation. By the time someone finally reacted, in the midst of chaos, a black shadow-like Yan Shouzhen had flashed before them, and with a swift throw, sent the person flying three feet away, deliberately slamming them into the sharp edges of tables, chairs, and stools, causing them to cry out in pain. Some people were even knocked unconscious on the spot. Yan Shouzhen let out a series of loud whoops as he jumped around, his movements as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he had taken down three more people. It was impossible for anyone to exchange blows with Yan Shouzhen, and even touching him was out of the question.

  The foundation of Huo's family fame is that his hands are extremely fast, moving like the wind, and his muscle reaction is several times faster than ordinary people. There is no so-called 36 moves in martial arts, and even after a dozen rounds, there is no winner or loser. The Huo family's kung fu relies on speed, accuracy, and power, leaving no room for reaction, and the outcome is already decided. In fact, real Chinese martial arts, as well as those in the Jianghu world, emphasize one move to defeat the enemy, practicality above all else. When facing an opponent, they would immediately kick their ankle or grab their arm, twisting the joint until it breaks. However, this is too bloody, so for the sake of entertainment, they had to create some fancy but useless moves that are only good for show.

  If you really want to fight in the martial arts world, after making a move, both sides will engage in close combat. If you think about throwing a few rounds of long-range punches to warm up and test each other's skills, going back and forth several times? Then just wait for your opponent to come over and kick your crotch directly.

  Zhao Yanguo hid behind Zheng Dachuan, his body shrinking into a lazy donkey's eighteen rolls, retreating to the rear of the battlefield, landing on all fours, and scurrying away like flying. He thought he could catch his breath, but unexpectedly, his neck felt hot, and a large hand grasped Zhao Yanguo's neck, lifting him off the ground with one swift motion. Zhao Yanguo looked up to see that it was actually Yanxiaolian, the wooden-faced Yan Xiaoliang. No matter how hard he tried, Zhao Yanguo couldn't understand why Yan Xiaoliang's movements were so fast, so astonishingly quick.

  "Good fellow! Stop!" Zhao Yanqiang shouted, struggling. He glanced around and his heart sank even more. On their side, all ten people had fallen to the ground, some unconscious, others groaning incessantly, unable to get up. Zheng Dachuan was being held by Yan Shen, who lifted him off the ground by the collar of his shirt and threw him onto the table.

  By modern timing, from Yan Shouzheng and Yan Shourong starting to take action, to solving the ten people including Zheng Dachuan, it only took about thirty seconds. If Zhao Yanguo hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he probably wouldn't have believed it even if he was beaten to death.

  "Ah, sirs! Big brother! Grandfather! Ancestors! We were wrong! Please spare our lives!" Zhao Yanqiang cried out in a trembling voice. Yan Shouyi grunted and tossed Zhao Yanqiang to the side of Zheng Dachuan's table. Zhao Yanqiang didn't dare get up, kneeling on the ground, still shouting at the top of his lungs: "We were wrong! We didn't know the height of heaven or the thickness of earth! A dog's eyes look down on people! A dog's eyes don't recognize Mount Tai! Please, four heroes, spare us!"

  Zheng Daquan opened half an eye, despite being severely shaken and still panting, his mouth still showed defiance, cursing: "You think you're powerful! Today we capsized here! We admit it! If you want to kill us, then kill us, if not, you will regret it later!"

  Yan Shou shook his fist at Zheng Dakuan's bald head and scolded: "Fine, I'll give you a good beating."

  Zhao Yangu shouted: "Old Zheng, don't be stubborn! We've met a superior opponent! Isn't it a convincing defeat? These few gentlemen are the real deal, with genuine skills and solid kung fu."

  Zhao smoked a cigarette to the end, his head stuck to the ground, and shouted: "Several grandfathers, don't blame the little people for their mistakes, let us go with our lives, and when we see several grandfathers again, we will detour thirty miles away, and never dare to be presumptuous again! Zheng Lao Da, you also say something!"

  Zheng Daquan made Yan Shouzhēn press his head, with a crooked face and bloodstains on his face. One eye also saw that none of the brothers could stand upright, and when Zhao Yāngiào shouted like this, he also sighed: "Good men, we admit defeat, please spare our lives, and we will leave immediately."

  Yan Jing Tian stood up and walked to Zheng Da Chuan, saying: "Brother Zheng, it's not that we can't take it, but you're too ruthless, leaving no room for maneuver! We're not petty people who must retaliate, since we've offended you today, let's spare your lives, leave quickly!"

  Zhao smoked a gun and knocked his head again: "Thank you, great ancestor! Thank you, great ancestor!"

  Yan Song scolded Zheng Daquan fiercely: "Get out of here! If you're one step slower, I'll regret it!"

  Zhao Yanguan repeatedly thanked him and supported Zheng Dachuan as they walked, shouting to the other followers, who helped each other and retreated to the courtyard outside the main hall.

  Yan Shou shook his fist and cursed: "Get out of here! Don't let me see you again!"

  Zheng Daquan and the others had just crawled out of the room, when Yan Jing Tian suddenly pulled Yan Shou Chen and shouted loudly: "Not good! This house is strange! Let's go quickly!"

  Just as Yan Song was stunned for a moment, he heard a loud rumbling sound beneath his feet, creaking and cracking.

  Yan Jing Tian and the other three were about to rush towards the door, but they felt the ground shake, causing their bodies to sway. They saw that the entire house had sunk, with half of the door already buried in the earth. Yan Jing Tian shouted: "We've been tricked!"

  The words had barely fallen when the house went dark and crashed to the ground, causing the four people to stumble and fall, then follow the house down.