Chapter 644: Chen Chou's Fist Intent, So Poetic

For Red Hair and Yellow Hair, this was no less than death by a thousand cuts.

Having one's intestines ripped out does not cause immediate death.

In times of war, some soldiers had their stomachs shot through, their intestines spilling out.

The courageous ones would even grab their own intestines and charge into enemy lines, continuing to fight.

As long as there is no massive hemorrhage, they won't die for a while.

But they were clearly not like that; where Chen Chou had dug, there was a gaping hole.

Blood flowed like a river.

As for why these two were given special treatment, it stemmed from what Chen Chou had witnessed two days ago when he first arrived to scout the location.

They had forcibly abducted a girl, subjected her to inhumane "rotational docking," and abused her to death.

When Chen Chou arrived, he happened to see the girl, disheveled, drawing her last breath.

She had been buried by the two of them in the grass behind this building.

That said, even while personally experiencing such a terrifying and bloody battle by Chen Chou, San Wu remained completely unmoved.

Although she could not see, she could certainly feel it.

After all, the scent of blood was simply too overwhelming.

"Who are you?"

At this moment, the person on the second floor finally appeared.

The reason he didn't come here immediately was, firstly, that he wanted to test Chen Chou's depth through these people.

Secondly, he simply didn't have time to appear.

Damn it, it was too fast, simply too fast.

In just a few seconds, he had killed so many people; he was simply a devil.

"The person who will kill you."

Chen Chou's reply was still as concise and clear as before.

He looked at the person before him indifferently, without any anger.

He did not become displeased because of Chen Chou's words; seeing this scene, no one would doubt Chen Chou's strength.

He slowly went downstairs, walked toward Chen Chou, and arrived in front of him.

His footsteps did not stop for a moment; his pace was not large, but it was very rhythmic.

Originally, Chen Chou's gaze had been as calm as still water, but upon seeing the way this person walked, he actually developed a bit of interest.

This was not an incompetent person; he was using his walk to adjust his state and find the rhythm of combat.

Under the moonlight, he stepped out of the shadows and finally revealed his true appearance.

It was a Western Middle-aged Man, burly and robust, just like a bear.

But his gait was very light; with every step he took, his aura seemed to rise invisibly, pressing down until people couldn't breathe.

If an ordinary person were to face this pressure directly, they would likely have been trembling all over and sweating profusely long ago.

But Chen Chou was not, and neither was San Wu.

She "looked" prettily in the direction the man was walking, her eyes trembling slightly.

Just as he was about to reach Chen Chou, while still twelve steps away, Chen Chou suddenly made his move.

He saw him suddenly start, extending forward infinitely like an arrow leaving the bowstring.

His clothes fluttered, snapping loudly in the wind.

The magnitude of his movement far exceeded the previous battle.

One step, just one step, and he had crossed over to the Middle-aged Man.

Striking through the center, cutting a straight line.

Without any detours, he struck as soon as he said he would.

He saw him adopt a spiral technique, springing out, twisting his crotch and waist, and delivering a Hidden Hand Cannon Punch.

It was as if a firework had exploded in the air, brilliant and colorful; Chen Chou's fist intent was so poetic.

It was like an epiphyllum blooming suddenly, presenting endless beauty in an instant.

Clearly such a fierce cannon punch, yet it gave people a dazzling brilliance.

If Zheng Qian, the "metaphor genius," were to describe it, he would surely say melancholically: "Like a rose with thorns."

Yes, amidst such beautiful scenery, murderous fist intent was surging.

The timing of Chen Chou's strike was extremely clever.

From the moment the Middle-aged Man appeared, he had started silently calculating in his heart, secretly measuring the length of the man's stride.

Generally, when facing an enemy, ten steps is the most suitable distance.

And he had been adjusting his competitive state while walking; once he reached the ten-step distance, it would be the moment his spirit and energy were at their peak.

At that moment, he would strike directly, without saying any unnecessary nonsense.

When the state is adjusted well, a person can often unleash even stronger energy.

So what Chen Chou needed to do was "stop the momentum."

Just when the Middle-aged Man was about to reach the peak of his competitive state, but had not yet arrived, was the best time to strike.

Chen Chou's level of seizing the opportunity was simply exquisite to the extreme, and he lacked any so-called useless gentlemanly conduct.

There was no need to greet before striking, no need to care about any grandmaster demeanor.

The Middle-aged Man's state was suddenly curbed by Chen Chou, his qi and blood seemed to stagnate, quite blocked.

But the powerful enemy had already arrived before him, so he could only cope with all his might.

He saw him take a deep breath, his hands trembling dozens of times in an instant.

Hard, Soft, Press, Straight, Separate, Set, Inch, Lift, Stay, Transport, Control, Fix.

The Twelve Bridge Hands arrived suddenly.

Facing Chen Chou, he chose to go head-to-head, forcing a collision.

After a brief exchange, the Middle-aged Man retreated three steps, shocked by Chen Chou's terrifying explosive power.

But similarly, Chen Chou was also surprised by the Middle-aged Man's strength.

Although he had seized the upper hand, this person had actually blocked this series of attacks.

The corners of Chen Chou's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes flashing with an intense expression.

Was it a smile? Was it sorrow and joy? Was it melancholy? Or was it wild abandonment?

No one could understand his emotions.

However, the Middle-aged Man felt his monstrous fighting spirit from Chen Chou's fist intent at this moment.

This feeling was as if he had been starving for battle for a long time, with no one as his opponent, and he had finally encountered a decent one.

Allowing Chen Chou to fully display his talent in martial arts.

Heart-Protecting Punch, Blocking-Bar Punch, Body-Draping Punch, Slanting Body Punch...

Punch after punch landed on flesh, blow after blow pierced the heart.

Facing Chen Chou's offensive, the Middle-aged Man hurriedly reset his stance.

But every one of Chen Chou's punches made his scalp tingle, his qi and blood congested, and his breathing difficult.

He looked horrified, unable to imagine that this seemingly frail young man possessed such invincible explosive power.

Facing many of his own life-taking moves, he had no intention of avoiding them at all.

But this did not mean Chen Chou was willing to die.

Rather, they were all neutralized by his even stronger and sharper fist intent.

Seeing Chen Chou attacking more and more fiercely, with nowhere left to retreat.

The Middle-aged Man immediately roared, bowing his stance and sinking his knees.

But before he could set up the Two-Character Clamping Goat Stance, Chen Chou's hands bloomed like lotus flowers, his punch power exploded, roaring thunderously.

A giant cannon punch, aimed straight at his face.

He only felt darkness before his eyes, and immediately, his entire face collapsed.

His features gathered together; he was dead as dead could be.

"The Sixth Patriarch Huineng's single holy lotus bloomed into five beautiful flowers. They are the Linji school, the Weiyang school, the Caodong school, the Yunmen school, and the Fayan school. And your fist vividly performed five extremely fierce cannon punch kill moves."

"The former is 'one flower blooms into five leaves, and the fruit forms naturally.'"

"And you, are 'one flower blooms into five leaves, punch after punch without mercy.'"

Accompanied by this commentary from San Wu.

It made it seem even more—

Chen Chou's fist intent, so poetic.