129: Chapter 126 After Xingyi comes Bajiquan

At the same time, Li Changsheng's footwork shifted, his body moving like a flying swallow skimming the water—descending toward the surface, touching it, and rising again with agility and grace.

He constantly dodged the slashing blades and smashing clubs, doing his utmost to evade the attacks raining down from all directions.

At this moment, he was immensely grateful that he had fully mastered Xingyi Fist; although the footwork of Xingyi was not as flexible and varied as the Eight Trigrams Palm, it still possessed its own unique merits.

For example, the Swallow Style of Xingyi combined with the Monkey Style was exceptionally agile; although the movements of the Monkey Style were rather ungraceful when shifting directions, who cared about grace in a life-or-death situation?

The Swallow Style Fist emphasized ruthlessness, with every strike targeting sensitive areas and vital points.

Striking upward from below, it specialized in attacking the opponent's groin, chest, abdomen, and chin. The fist rose from below, carrying the intent to crush everything in its path.

Occasionally interspersing it with the Eagle Style, if executed properly, was essentially half of the fighting method of Xinyiba.

Vicious and ruthless!

Just then, one of the Japanese men who had been struck in the groin and abdomen managed to endure the excruciating pain and suddenly grabbed Li Changsheng's rear ankle.

With this interference, Li Changsheng's footwork faltered, and his movements suddenly became sluggish.

In a life-or-death moment, this was not a good sign, as two blades were seen descending from behind, aiming for his back and neck.

Seeing this, Li Changsheng quickly lowered his body, and the top of his hat was sliced off, falling to the ground.

The wind from the blades made Li Changsheng's scalp tingle.

Li Changsheng rolled to the side and immediately delivered a Horse Hoof Kick, striking the Japanese man who was holding onto him directly in the face.

The kick was like a horse's hoof, its power immense; the Japanese man let out a muffled groan, bright red blood gushing from his mouth and nose as his head slumped, staining the white carpet with blood.

Having kicked the man to death and just broken free from his grasp, several more blade winds came slashing down toward his body from above.

They slashed down at his head.

Li Changsheng changed his tactics extremely quickly; as he performed a half-spin while staying low to the ground to rise, he hissed, "Hiss! Hiss!"

His hands formed blades, striking left and right, his hands moving like two agile snakes; it was clearly the Snake Style techniques of "Snake Parting the Grass" and "Facing the Arm."

His arms were like coiling and extending snakes, seizing opportunities to advance, retracting and striking, seeking straightness within curves, with every movement flowing seamlessly.

A palm blade slashed across the wrists of two men; like a snake parting grass, with a flick and a thrust, two bloody gashes appeared on their wrists, blood splattering as their tendons were damaged.

As their grip loosened, Li Changsheng's palm blade quickly executed a "Monkey Scoops the Moon," swiftly snatching the two kitchen knives.

Pfft!

However, just at that moment, a kitchen knife glinting with cold light slashed down diagonally from behind, the sharp blade quickly slicing through his black inner lining, leaving a bloody gash over ten centimeters long and one or two centimeters deep on his back, warm blood instantly flowing down from the wound.

When he was struck, he only felt a chill on his back, but immediately afterward, waves of pain like fire burning began to set in.

Warm blood continued to flow down his back, making Li Changsheng clearly aware that he had been wounded.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Because of the injury, the breath Li Changsheng had been holding suddenly leaked out, his pores began to rapidly dilate and contract, and he dared not slack off as he quickly adjusted his breathing.

However, the group of enemies before him would not give Li Changsheng any chance to catch his breath, and blades and clubs were already coming at him again.

After seeing blood, the ruthlessness and ferocity in Li Changsheng's heart were thoroughly ignited; his legs stepped rapidly, and his stance changed noticeably.

While dodging a blade slash, Li Changsheng swept upward from below, executing diagonal slashes and rolling blade techniques; his skill with the blade did not look like that of a novice at all.

A few vicious and ruthless strikes forced the men in front of him to only parry in succession.

These men also thought that no matter how brave Li Changsheng was alone, he must be reaching his limit by now; an ordinary person would have been exhausted by such frequent responses.

Perhaps this ferocity was only temporary, and once this wave passed, they would swarm him again.

However, Li Changsheng's dual blade slashes were like an impenetrable wall; at first, there was only a slight semblance of order, but as the battle continued, one could clearly see the shadows of Baji Quan, such as horizontal hanging, back slashing, point collapsing, and thrusting, in his movements.

Blades!

Li Changsheng had never used them before; similar to the spear, he had never used that either, but the blade was also part of Baji Quan, though not extensively covered.

But the blade techniques of Baji Quan were entirely those of the battlefield!

Baji Quan blade techniques were divided into Six Harmonies Blade, Lifting Dragon Blade, and Lifting Willow Blade.

And what Li Changsheng was wielding at this moment was the Lifting Willow Blade; the Baji Quan blade techniques provided by the System were only the basics, and Li Changsheng had never actually practiced them.

But his attainment in Baji Quan had already reached the level of Dark Jin; as the saying goes, once you understand the Baji System, you understand everything, and with the ability to draw inferences and the stimulation of his bloodlust, Li Changsheng became increasingly proficient.

The Lifting Willow Blade focused mainly on lifting, sweeping, intercepting, slashing, wiping, and thrusting; with a history of three hundred years, it was a pure battlefield killing technique, with every move emphasizing cleanliness and efficiency.

Furthermore, when the lifting, sweeping, slashing, and wiping were combined, every slash had quite a bit of the feel of the Dragging Blade Technique.

The Dragging Blade Technique was powerful and heavy, with each strike stronger than the last.

The "Great Lifting Willow," in particular, could be used on both the left and right flanks, perfectly fitting Li Changsheng's use of dual blades at this moment.

The Great Lifting Willow involved sweeping and wiping, from bottom to top, slashing at the neck; if one strike missed, the next move was immediately followed by the "Three Slashes at the Mountain Gate," with each slash heavier and faster than the previous one.

For a time, sparks flew in the corridor, and several Japanese men kept blocking with their blades, the notches on their blades increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was only because the quality of these blades was excellent that they hadn't broken already.

Clang!

Another heavy blow landed; the two men who had been continuously parrying could no longer block the immense force, and their wrists twisted as the blades slashed directly into the sides of their necks; in an instant, their strength drained away, and they collapsed to the ground, clutching their necks as if their tendons had been pulled out.

Having cut down two men with one strike, Li Changsheng flicked his hands left and right, the blood on the blades splattering against the walls on either side, then wiped the blades against the corpses' clothing to clean off the blood.

Holding the dual blades, Li Changsheng stood calmly; nearby, there were still six men hesitating, not daring to step forward.

The corridor was littered with corpses, some leaning against the walls with their eyes wide open in death, others lying on their backs or stomachs.

Some had gashes from blade slashes or club thrusts, while others had been beaten to death purely by combat techniques.

Even though they were special personnel with extremely strong psychological fortitude, they were beginning to break down.

Fourteen people dying in a short time was nothing; under normal circumstances, they could withstand such a blow.

But there was only one person killing them, and this person remained expressionless and steady in his breathing, which made them unable to help but feel chilled with fear.

Li Changsheng took a step forward and walked slowly; every time Li Changsheng moved forward, the group of men retreated a step.

Until he reached the corner, behind which was the elevator shaft on the other end, but the elevator was still on the sixth floor and would take some time to come down.

On the other side of the corner were the restrooms and the emergency exit, but could they really escape?

Kudo was terrified; he recognized him, he recognized who the young man in front of him was.

It was the villager he had questioned in the village yesterday, but this villager… how could a villager be this terrifying?

Had the Xia Kingdom's skill training for villagers reached such a level?

No, that's not right!

He was definitely not just a simple villager; could he be… the person who caused the death of Nakamura and the others!

Kudo understood everything now, but it was already a bit too late.

Just as the few of them were exchanging glances, debating whether to fight or flee, the young man from the Xia Kingdom opposite them spoke slowly.