Chapter 17

"Watch out, there's an ambush!"

Yang Ji was taken aback. He had just broken through and was preoccupied with his thoughts, completely unaware of his surroundings, and did not expect to be ambushed.

After hunting in the mountains for so long, this was the first time Yang Ji encountered such a sudden situation. With a quick glance, in a flash, he immediately recognized several familiar faces in the crowd.

"It's them!"

Yang Ji's heart twitched as he recognized Zhou Kuang and others:

"I embarrassed him in the street last time, and he's here to take revenge."

Yang Ji instantly realized what was happening. However, there was one thing he didn't quite understand: he had been hunting in the mountains, leaving early and returning late, and had always been cautious. How did Zhou Kuang and his group know?

"There's no time! Over a dozen experts, and there are people at the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth stages. With so many people working together, even a seventh-stage Breathing expert would be no match, let alone a ninth or tenth-stage expert! ——Under no circumstances can we let them surround us!"

Yang Ji's mind raced, instantly sensing the intense danger from their actions.

Yang Ji drew his bow and nocked an arrow, not having time to think much. With his right hand, he gripped three long arrows and shot them simultaneously.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

In the shocked gazes of the crowd, the three most aggressive thugs grunted and fell to the ground.

"Whoa!"

Seeing this, everyone's breath caught in their throats!

No one had expected Yang Ji to react so quickly, nor had they expected his archery skills to be so formidable. He could shoot three arrows at once and hit his targets, so fast that no one could react in time.

"Too fast!"

"How can his archery be so good!"

"Three arrows at once, we can't let him shoot again!"

"Charge, don't give him a chance!"

"Get the wooden boards out!"

...

The crowd was shaken to the core, each one shouting wildly. Yang Ji's archery skills made them feel a great sense of danger.

"Hum!"

Yang Ji nocked three more long arrows and drew his bow again, but before he could shoot, the scene suddenly darkened as large boards appeared in front of him.

Eight or nine thugs, with fierce expressions, each held a wooden board to protect themselves, running quickly toward Yang Ji.

"This is... ironwood boards! ——They actually prepared this!"

Yang Ji's pupils contracted, and he was greatly alarmed.

Zhou Kuang's gathering of so many people to ambush him had already surprised him, but he never expected them to have prepared such tough and sturdy ironwood boards.

Yang Ji had learned archery from Lu Ling and was confident in his skills, but even he couldn't penetrate these tough "ironwood boards." No matter how skilled he was, it was useless.

These people had clearly made thorough preparations before coming!

"Yang Ji, today you have no chance to escape! ——"

Zhou Kuang's eyes glinted with a fierce light as he roared.

In the next moment, he fiercely flicked his wrist, throwing the second ironwood board he had prepared at Yang Ji.

Boom!

The air roared, and at least three boards flew toward Yang Ji with a loud noise.

"Charge!"

Zhou Kuang roared, not even looking at the results of his throw, leading the others to rapidly approach.

"Hum!"

In a flash, Yang Ji ducked his head, and the three boards whizzed over his head. With a series of thuds, several trees as thick as bowls were split in two.

"Hmph! Do you really think I can't hit you with these?"

Yang Ji, hearing the huge explosion, was also enraged by Zhou Kuang and his group.

With a step, Yang Ji raised his head, drew his bow, and his hand and bow became one, his eyes and arrow became one, and his mind and spirit became one.

Bang!

Three long arrows shot out simultaneously, their sharp points gleaming like lightning. Swish! Swish! Swish! They shot through the gaps in the boards from three impossible angles, instantly piercing the bodies of three thugs.

"How... how is this possible?!"

The three thugs looked up to the sky, their eyes full of disbelief, and fell straight to the ground.

Those three arrows were too fast, too unbelievable!

When they saw Yang Ji draw his bow, their bodies had already reacted, and they had adjusted the direction of their boards, but they never expected that Yang Ji's three arrows would be so precise, completely unstoppable!

"Too terrifying! Too terrifying!"

"How can his archery be so good!"

"Even if he gets a chance to shoot, who can stand against him?!"

"Too dangerous! Too dangerous!..."

...

The thugs roared in their hearts, their faces changing.

Yang Ji's long arrows gave them a sense of danger that went beyond just being dangerous; it was like the hand of death!

Six of their companions fell to the ground in a single breath. This couldn't help but make them feel a chill and a great shock.

Before they came, they had never imagined that Yang Ji's archery skills would be so formidable!

For so long, they had been rampant in the ten-mile radius of Pingchuan County, and even some outstanding disciples of major clans wouldn't dare to confront them head-on.

This was the first time they had encountered such a formidable opponent!

"Know a bit of archery? Is this what you call a bit of archery? ——This is shooting an arrow through a willow leaf from a hundred paces!"

Zhou Kuang's face turned black, and he roared in his heart.

He never underestimated his opponents. For this revenge, he had made thorough preparations, even taking into account that Yang Ji might be skilled in archery.

But he had still underestimated him.

He had come with full confidence, but now, even with a few more "ironwood boards" in his hands, he had no confidence in blocking Yang Ji's arrows!

How many people in the ten-mile radius could shoot three arrows at once, and how many could hit them even with boards in the hands of experts at their level?

None!

Not a single one!

People are not animals; they don't stand still for you to shoot, nor do they run left and right for you to shoot!

But even with all these preparations, they couldn't block Yang Ji's arrows!

"Yang Yong, you bastard!! ——"

Losing so many men in an instant, Zhou Kuang's face twisted with anger, and he even hated Yang Yong.

"Roar! Kill him! ——"

A疯狂的咆哮划破山林，情况陡转急变，十多步的距离一晃而过，剩下的七八名混混脸孔扭曲，终于抓住机会高高跃起，从四面八方向着杨纪攻了过去。

"来不及了！"

杨纪神色凝重，心中升起浓烈的危险感。这些混混好手的速度太快了，十多步的距离，他最多只能射出两箭就再没有机会了。

这么近的距离，根本无法发挥箭术的威力。而且周狂等人也绝对不会给他这个机会。

杨纪的箭术太厉害了！

没有人敢给他第三次开弓的机会！

唰！

杨纪索性将弓一挂，同时脚下一蹬，闪电般的闪过一只呼啸的铁拳，同时身体一旋，一腿踢在身后的混混身上，直接将他踹飞。

砰！

躲得了第一个，躲不了第二个，四面八方被人围住，后背结结实实的挨了一拳，砰的一声火辣辣的生疼。

"人太多了，我一个人根本不是对手！"

电光石火间杨纪掠过一个念头，心中感觉到巨大的危险感。

"乱拳打倒老师傅"，杨纪自问再厉害也绝不可能同时挡住七八个人的攻击。然而来不及细想，心中警兆突起，那种死亡气息比任何一次都要厉害的多。

唰！

杨纪脖子全力向后仰去，同一时间，寒芒一闪，一道刀光夹杂在众混混中，悄无声息的接近，随后猛然一斩，以毫厘之差从杨纪脖子前擦过，锋利的刀刃贴着杨纪肌肤，留下一道浅浅的刀痕。

如果不是杨纪及时的往后一仰，这个时候已经是人首异处。

"谁他妈敢手下留情，老子杀他全家！ ——"

周狂手上拿着刀，眼睛血色，疯狂咆哮起来。

"混蛋！这些家伙根本是想杀掉我！"

一股怒气从心中升起，杨纪瞬间变了脸色。

周狂根本不是想教训他一顿那么简单，他是要他死！刚刚那一刀，如果不是他的反应灵敏到了极点，这个时候已经是一刀两断了。

"兔子急了也会咬人，更何况还是人"，刚刚一连六箭，杨纪都是手下留情。他虽然射杀过不少兔子、獾、貂、狐狸，但是毕竟没有杀过人。

所以那六箭都仅仅是让那六人重伤，失去行动力。

然而"你有情我未必有义"，杨纪深深明白，如果自己再妇人之仁，手下留情，那么今天死在这里的恐怕就是自己了。

"怎么办？怎么办？..."

电光石火间，杨纪脑海中全力的运转起来，他发现的太晚了，等到察觉的时候，已经落入包围圈，没法逃跑。

更重要的是，除了简单的拳头直来直往，杨纪根本不会什么招式拳法，在这种局面中，根本没有办法应对四面八方飞来的拳加脚踢。

"难道真的没有办法了吗？"

杨纪心中暗暗焦急。

他生平所见所学，除了那些呼吸境之上的"武者"，根本没有人能够在呼吸境应付得了眼前这种局面！

"武者？ ——"

这一刻，杨纪心中电转，脑海中的画面瞬间定格在了一个神采飞扬，英姿飒爽的黄衣少女身上。

在他认识的人里面，没有人比吕凌给他的印象更深刻了。她的武功高强，一指血线飞出，连大树都能炸得粉碎。甚至连杨纪的"箭术"和"虎豹雷音"都是她教的。

"如果是吕凌，她会如何应对眼前这种局面？"

杨纪脑中闪过这个念头，下意识的就响起了一个声音：

"射箭其实和武道一样，都是要‘心神合一’，只要掌握了这个诀窍，其实非常容易……"

"射箭和武道一样，那岂非武道也就和射箭一样？"

杨纪脑海中灵光一闪，瞬间就醒悟了。

如果吕凌可以从武道中领悟出道理，并且融入箭术中教给他。那为什么他就不可以从领悟的箭术中揣摩出武道的道理？

砰砰砰！

杨纪的身体、腹部这么一会儿接连中了四拳，身体里火辣辣的痛，特别是腹部翻江捣海一般，但脑海里的思绪却是半点都没有停下来。

"手与弓合一，眼与箭合一，心与神合一……，人的身体筋脉就像一张张大弓，为什么我不可以把身体当弓箭一样使用？既然我可以计算到兔子、狐狸、甚至狼的运动轨迹，那为什么我不可能同样通过他们身体的细微动作，判断出他们的攻击的轨迹？"

杨纪的眼神瞬间变得犀利。

轰！

杨纪头颅一低，第五拳瞬间砸空。杨纪身体一撞，巨大的力量把身后一名混混撞得飞了起来。

"杀了他！"

密集如雨的拳头疯狂的砸了过来。

杨纪身体一弓、一缩，在近乎不可能的情况下闪过了一腿一拳。右掌一斩，呼吸七段的力量重重的砸了下去，只听咔嚓一声，这名呼吸三段的混混身上不知道断了多少骨头，哀嚎着倒了出去。

"他的反应太快了！"

这名混混心中哀嚎，那一拳他明明快要打倒了，正常情况下，根本没有失手的可能，但居然被杨纪以毫厘之差躲过了。

踏步进身，一斜一侧，在近距离的情况，再次闪过数只长拳，右肘一撞，一名呼吸四段的混混高手痛得身体像虾一样弓起，砰的一声飞出一丈多远，满脸痛苦的跪倒了下去。

"这样的力量，这样快的反应……怎么可能变化这大！"

他的心中剧烈颤抖。

只有尝过杨纪拳头的人，才能知道那只铁拳的厉害。那根本不像是血肉之躯，而像是钢铁铸成的。

咔嚓！咔嚓！

一阵令人心悸的骨骼断裂声，又是两名混混高手倒了下去。杨纪的两条手臂就像两条大斧，上面一条条筋脉凸起，仿佛一条条大弦，给人一种无穷力量的感觉。

杨纪的脸上没有任何表情，他的眼中平静的吓人。没有人可以形容他这一刻的速度，就像一条滑溜的泥鳅一样，这么近的距离居然没有人可以打中。

冥冥中，杨纪又仿佛进入了那种狩猎的感觉，所有人的反应，眼睛瞄准的位置、手臂的晃动、肋部筋肉的颤抖、跨部的摆动……，统统都落入了他的计算之中，就好像当初计算和掌握那些猎物的逃跑轨迹一样。

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A wild roar tore through the forest, and the situation changed dramatically. In a flash, the remaining seven or eight thugs, their faces twisted, finally seized the opportunity to leap high and attack Yang Ji from all directions.

"It's too late!"

Yang Ji's expression was grave, and a strong sense of danger rose in his heart. The speed of these thugs was too fast, and in just a dozen steps, he could only shoot two arrows before losing his chance.

At such a close distance, he couldn't fully utilize his archery skills. Moreover, Zhou Kuang and his group wouldn't give him that chance.

Yang Ji's archery was too formidable!

No one dared to give him a third chance to draw his bow!

Swish!

Yang Ji hung his bow and, with a step, dodged a whistling iron fist. He then spun his body and kicked a thug behind him, sending him flying.

Bang!

He dodged the first punch but not the second. Surrounded from all sides, he took a solid punch to the back, which made a loud thud and left a burning pain.

"There are too many of them; I can't handle them alone!"

In a flash, a thought crossed Yang Ji's mind, and he felt a great sense of danger.

"Even a master can be overwhelmed by a mob," Yang Ji knew that no matter how skilled he was, he couldn't possibly block the attacks of seven or eight people. However, he didn't have time to think further as a sudden warning flashed in his mind, a sense of death more intense than ever before.

Swish!

Yang Ji's neck snapped backward, and at the same time, a cold glint flashed. A blade, hidden among the thugs, approached silently and then slashed, narrowly missing his neck by a hair's breadth. The sharp edge grazed his skin, leaving a shallow cut.

If Yang Ji hadn't reacted in time, his head would have been separated from his body.

"Who the hell dares to hold back? I'll kill their entire family! ——"

Zhou Kuang, holding a knife, his eyes bloodshot, roared madly.

"Damn it! These guys are trying to kill me!"

A surge of anger rose in his heart, and Yang Ji's face changed instantly.

Zhou Kuang wasn't just trying to teach him a lesson; he wanted him dead! That slash just now, if not for his extreme reflexes, would have cut him in two.

"Even a cornered rabbit will bite, let alone a human," in the past, Yang Ji had shot many rabbits, badgers, sables, and foxes, but he had never killed a human.

So those six arrows had only left the six men severely injured and unable to move.

However, "you show mercy, but I may not," Yang Ji deeply understood that if he continued to be merciful and hold back, he would be the one to die today.

"What to do? What to do?..."

In a flash, Yang Ji's mind raced. He had discovered the situation too late, and by the time he realized it, he was already surrounded and had no way to escape.

More importantly, apart from simple direct punches, Yang Ji knew no martial techniques or boxing forms. In this situation, he had no way to deal with the punches and kicks coming from all directions.

"Is there really no way out?"

Yang Ji was secretly anxious.

In his life, he had seen and learned that, apart from "Warriors" above the Breathing stage, no one could handle such a situation at the Breathing stage!

"Warriors? ——"

At this moment, Yang Ji's mind raced, and the image of a vibrant, graceful yellow-clad girl flashed in his mind.

Among the people he knew, no one had left a deeper impression on him than Lu Ling. Her martial arts were formidable, and a single finger could send a blood line that could shatter a large tree. Even Yang Ji's "archery" and "Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound" were taught by her.

"If it were Lu Ling, how would she handle this situation?"

This thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and a voice echoed in his head:

"Archery is actually the same as martial arts, both requiring 'mind and spirit to be one.' Once you master this principle, it's actually very easy..."

"If archery is like martial arts, then martial arts must be like archery, right?"

A flash of insight appeared in Yang Ji's mind, and he instantly understood.

If Lu Ling could understand the principles of martial arts and integrate them into archery to teach him, why couldn't he deduce the principles of martial arts from his archery skills?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yang Ji's body and abdomen were hit by four punches in quick succession, causing a burning pain, especially in his abdomen, which felt like a storm. However, his thoughts did not stop for a moment.

"Hand and bow as one, eye and arrow as one, mind and spirit as one... the body's tendons and muscles are like large bows. Why can't I use my body like a bow and arrow? Since I can calculate the movements of rabbits, foxes, and even wolves, why can't I judge the trajectory of their attacks from their subtle body movements?"

Yang Ji's eyes instantly became sharp.

Boom!

Yang Ji lowered his head, and the fifth punch missed. He collided with his body, and the force sent a thug flying.

"Kill him!"

A barrage of punches rained down.

Yang Ji's body arched and contracted, dodging a kick and a punch in an almost impossible situation. He then slashed with his right palm, and the force of the seventh-stage Breathing struck heavily. With a crack, the thug, at the third stage of Breathing, had multiple broken bones and fell with a scream of pain.

"His reaction is too fast!"

The thug screamed in his heart. That punch was almost certain to hit, and under normal circumstances, there was no way it would miss, but Yang Ji had dodged it by a hair's breadth.

Stepping forward, he tilted and dodged, and in close range, he dodged several more punches. He then struck with his right elbow, and a fourth-stage Breathing thug expert, in pain, curled up like a shrimp and flew over ten feet, falling to his knees in agony.

"Such strength, such fast reaction... how can it change so much!"

His heart trembled violently.

Only those who had tasted Yang Ji's punches could understand the power of that iron fist. It didn't feel like flesh and blood but like steel.

Crack! Crack!

A series of bone-cracking sounds, and two more thugs fell. Yang Ji's arms were like large axes, with prominent tendons and muscles, giving the impression of infinite strength.

Yang Ji's face was expressionless, and his eyes were eerily calm. No one could describe his speed at that moment; he was like a slippery eel, and no one could hit him at such close range.

In a trance, Yang Ji seemed to enter a hunting state, where he calculated and predicted the movements of everyone around him, just as he had with his prey.

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