Chapter 14

Next, naturally, there was a flurry of punches and kicks, the collision of flesh and blood, and noses bleeding everywhere...

The few people from the Guo family indeed had a solid foundation; their kung fu was precise and their fighting style was quite refined, with considerable power.

As for the player, his moves were simple and straightforward, with short, sharp bursts of force, mainly using inch punches and side kicks, each move combining defense and attack.

Muci Yang didn't recognize the Guo family's techniques, but he knew the player's methods. They should be... Jeet Kune Do.

At this point, he finally confirmed that he was in a world of martial arts masters from the Republic of China, the lowest level of a martial arts world.

In any world, the techniques used by players would inevitably be the most common and widely used.

The Guo family had more people, while the player had fewer, and their strength was not much different. Once they engaged in combat, the situation was obvious...

This further reinforced the Guo family's confidence. Gradually, they began to laugh and joke, saying that the player was ignorant of the world, like a skinny horse not knowing its own face, or a toad lusting after swan meat.

The player, however, was not annoyed. He only sneered and continued to attack.

Sometimes he clenched his hand into a fist, sometimes he stretched his fingers into a claw, and sometimes he kicked with his side foot. Although he was often surrounded and beaten, he also counterattacked frequently.

As the fight continued, the Guo family began to feel something was wrong.

What was wrong?

No matter how many blows they received, no matter how severe the hits to vital points, no matter how incredible the injuries...

Sometimes they were clearly staggering, and sometimes they even heard the sound of bones breaking, but the person opposite them acted as if nothing had happened, dodging and counterattacking as usual.

On the other hand, Guo Hu's arm was scratched, bleeding profusely; the third senior brother's thigh was kicked, nearly breaking his family jewels, and he was now limping; the fifth junior brother was punched in the abdomen, spitting blood continuously...

Everyone was injured, often in more than one place.

Of course, there was also the physical exhaustion from intense fighting and the mental fatigue from the life-and-death struggle. Everyone was panting, and their techniques were becoming increasingly disordered.

But the enemy, on the other hand, still had a steady breath, his moves were well-formed, and his body was agile, just as when he first appeared.

"Immortal... Immortal... This is an Immortal..." The group's initial confidence gradually turned into unease.

All sorts of legends about Immortals involuntarily flooded their minds.

It was said that Immortals were not ordinary people but deities, who enjoyed playing among humans, had immortal bodies, and could not be killed by blades or harmed by water or fire.

Many people did not believe these legends, but the facts were right before their eyes...

Their morale gradually waned, and their techniques became even more disordered.

Guo Xingxing also noticed the situation was wrong. Her delicate hands had nowhere to rest, and she unconsciously grabbed Muci Yang's shirt, her fingers turning white from the grip, evoking sympathy.

Muci Yang sighed inwardly. This was why he couldn't bear to watch. When had you ever seen a player unable to defeat a monster of the same level?

It didn't matter if the strength was equal, or if the numbers were even, or if the player was outnumbered. Players had potions—health potions, internal energy potions, stamina potions, attribute potions... what didn't they have?

While he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a sharp sound. Guo Xingxing's body trembled, and she cried out in sorrow, "Ninth junior brother!"

The youngest of them, still a child, was struck in the throat by the player during the intense fight. His throat bone shattered, and he died on the spot.

"Tsk, to die like this, you really got off easy, daring to call me a toad lusting after swan meat!" Even though he was dead, the player was still angry, stomping hard on the ninth junior brother's face, causing the flesh to tear and his face to become unrecognizable.

"I, a noble celestial being, created everything about you, these insignificant NPCs. We are your gods! Your God! Your benefactors! When we touch you, it's called a favor, and you should feel honored!"

"Calling me a skinny horse that doesn't know its own face? Do you have any sense of aesthetics? My face was scanned from a celebrity, and it cost me a few hundred dollars!"

"Ah~~~ I'll kill you!" The Guo family brothers, united in spirit, were all red-eyed with rage, rushing forward without hesitation as their junior brother's body was desecrated.

However... in their anger, they left even more openings, and the player seized the opportunity, delivering a side kick to the second senior brother's waist.

The second senior brother flew sideways and collapsed, unable to stand up for a while.

In an instant, the Guo family lost two people, and the battle situation took a sharp turn for the worse. No, not two, but three people.

Inside the temple, the situation changed dramatically, and outside the temple, there was also a problem.

"Ah... ah..." Accompanied by disordered footsteps and screams, a figure stumbled in, crashing through the door, knocking over the two bags of watermelons the player was holding, and disrupting the fight.

This person's face was purple and blue, and he was in a state of madness, clearly deeply poisoned.

Everyone watched for a moment and suddenly gasped, "Fourth, fourth, fourth senior brother?"

It was indeed their fourth senior brother.

But the fourth senior brother should have been fighting alongside them. When did he...

Watching this person fall to the ground, black blood gushing from his mouth, making "huhuhu" sounds, and convulsing, the player kicked him a couple of times with interest. "This guy was trying to run. But did he think, with just one person, I would have come in if I hadn't tampered with your horses?"

"You all scattered on horseback, and I was alone. Who should I chase?" He explained the cause and effect in a few words, clenched his fists, and charged into the crowd. "Come on, come on, continue, don't stop, I'm just getting into it."

Everyone stood there in a daze, staring at the ground.

They were not looking at the fourth senior brother's body, but at the bags of watermelons he had knocked over.

From the bags, watermelons rolled out, their faces twisted in various expressions—some unwilling, some angry, some unrecognizable...

These were not watermelons, but human heads!

The heads of the Guo family brothers' relatives and friends, their brothers and sisters!

So many heads! They thought they had escaped in other directions, but it turned out...

"Ah! Ah! Ah!..." After the silence, the Guo family men let out earth-shattering shouts, fighting and crying at the same time, like mad tigers.

Especially Guo Hu, who instantly changed to a strange boxing style. He took a step forward with his front foot, followed by his back foot, his body agile. His front hand deflected the player's attack, and his back hand struck with lightning speed.

In an instant, he sent the player staggering, rolling and falling.

Although he was in a sorry state, the player laughed loudly, tears streaming down his face. "Half-step崩拳! Half-step崩拳! You are indeed the descendants of the old ghost Guo Yunshen!"

"That old man Guo Qingyang, he only used that outdated Xingyi Wuxing set to fight me, refusing to use the half-step崩拳 even on his deathbed, making me think I had the wrong person... I didn't expect it! He really could endure! He really could endure! He didn't use it even when I beat him to death!"

Guo Hu's body shook violently, and Guo Xingxing collapsed into Muci Yang's arms, sobbing, "Father!"

Guo Qingyang was indeed the head of the Guo family, their father.

"Leave the half-step崩拳 manual and your sister. In consideration of you being my brother-in-law, I might spare your life!" The player sneered.

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