Chapter 7

Was Lu Qi really scared to death? If so, he would truly be unworthy of the title of a reincarnated warrior, and even more unworthy of his former identity as a Heaven-level slayer.

In fact, Lu Qi was now in a state of high mental concentration. Although his current strength was vastly different from his past life, the perspective he had nearly reached the level of "transforming the path into truth" still existed.

An Ze's attack was very direct, a straight step forward followed by a straight punch, aiming directly at the center. It somewhat resembled the long fist of Shaolin, which seemed plain and unremarkable. However, amidst the fierce punch, there was a faint undercurrent, which made Lu Qi quite surprised. He really wanted to use the bear style to clash with An Ze, to feel the taste of his punch.

Curiosity can kill the cat, a principle that Lu Qi understood better than anyone. In his previous life, he was a postgraduate student in animal ecology, not just a facade, but a genuine talent. He had even written several papers on feline animals, cranes, primates, and other animals, all of which received high praise and even awards in the industry, though the author's name was not his but his mentor's.

Lu Qi would never risk his life out of mere curiosity. That would be a suicidal act. Therefore, he dodged. His feet twisted slightly, his body turned and fell to the side, as if he had stumbled. Amidst the crowd's uproar, he avoided this powerful punch.

This move was the "drunken monkey" from the ape fist, using the strong anchoring power of the lower limbs to move sideways like a tumbler, similar to the drunken fist, making it perfect for dodging and counterattacking.

An Ze was somewhat surprised. In his view, the tiger head (Lu Qi) should not have been able to dodge this punch. However, since he had dodged, An Ze did not hesitate for a moment. He suddenly retracted his hand and kicked out with his leg, aiming at the side of the fallen Lu Qi. His right leg moved swiftly and powerfully, the pants leg stretched taut like a black guillotine, cutting upward toward the tiger head's waist.

An Ze's reaction and change of move were not slow, but Lu Qi was even faster this time. Before An Ze's leg reached its peak power, Lu Qi's left hand suddenly grabbed An Ze's leg bone like a crane's claw, and then he flipped into the air like a kite.

The crowd was once again in an uproar. Da Gu and Da Feng's faces were already twisted with a smug grin. In their view, Lu Qi had been kicked into the air by An Ze, and when he landed, An Ze would tear him to pieces, like a stubborn monkey.

However, to everyone's astonishment, An Ze's several steps forward did not catch Lu Qi. Lu Qi's body had strangely slipped a few inches in the air, just enough to make An Ze's deadly grab miss.

"Damn, he's really lucky!" Da Gu angrily shook his hand. If anyone in the Northwest Household hated Lu Qi the most, it was undoubtedly him. His hatred was well-founded: he lusted after Hui Niang, envied Lu Kang, and was severely beaten because Lu Kang had stolen from the food store. Later, the tiger head (Lu Qi) had mocked him multiple times.

Was Lu Qi just lucky? Of course not. He used the crane fist's "crane dancing on white sand" to fly, and then the "crane soaring from the square" to glide in the air, fully utilizing the crane fist's lightness.

An Ze was furious. He had thought one move would be enough to kill Lu Qi, but after three moves, he hadn't even touched Lu Qi's clothes. The only physical contact was when Lu Qi had pressed down on An Ze's leg, which felt almost weightless and very strange.

"Roar!" With a loud shout, as Lu Qi landed to one side, An Ze swung his fist like a hammer. The punch was even stronger than before. If Lu Qi were to take this punch, his head would likely burst like a cracked melon.

At this moment, Lu Qi had just landed, and the fist was already swinging toward him. Hui Niang couldn't help but cover her eyes, as this punch seemed impossible to dodge.

Clearly, An Ze wanted to end the fight quickly. Otherwise, others might think his strength had declined, and his reputation as the head of the household would plummet. People might challenge his authority, which would not be a good thing.

Lu Qi, however, was unexpectedly agile. As soon as he landed, he bent forward, and the powerful punch grazed his scalp, missing. Lu Qi then dropped to all fours, like a startled deer, and quickly fled.

"This... This kid's luck is really too good, isn't it?" Da Feng was also stunned. Although Lu Qi was being forced into a corner, he hadn't been injured at all.

Only Xi Tu, standing to the side, had a sharp gleam in his eyes, occasionally glancing at the nervous Lu Kang and Hui Niang, nodding thoughtfully.

No one paid attention to Xi Tu. Everyone was holding their breath, watching the battle between Lu Qi and An Ze, amazed that Lu Qi could dodge An Ze's deadly moves one after another.

What was even more unimaginable was that when Lu Qi, sometimes like a flying bird and sometimes like a running beast, dodged An Ze's seventeenth attack, he spun around and kicked An Ze's left cheek with a powerful kick, making a loud "slap" sound. Even more shocking, three of An Ze's teeth flew out of his mouth, covered in blood.

The entire eastern entrance was filled with gasps. Everyone was stunned. They couldn't believe that the "rat scurrying with his head down" (Lu Qi) had the ability to counterattack. Was this still luck?

An Ze was also stunned and stopped his pursuit. He had been determined to catch and tear apart Lu Qi, never imagining that Lu Qi could counterattack under such fierce attacks. That kick was so precise, making An Ze feel as if a tiger or leopard had lashed out with its tail.

An Ze's feeling was not wrong. Lu Qi's counterattack was the "tiger head snake tail" from the tiger fist. While spinning to dodge, he used a whip kick, unleashing a powerful strike that was almost impossible to defend against.

Seeing that An Ze was not pursuing, Lu Qi stood calmly, as if he were not in a duel: "An Ze, the best is yet to come. What? Are you afraid?"

"I will kill you!" In response to Lu Qi's taunt, An Ze roared, suddenly rushing to the side, pulling out a large ringed knife, and charging forward. The blade, resembling a beast's mouth, shook with a foul-smelling blood aura, cutting toward Lu Qi.

Lu Qi's face changed drastically. He recognized this knife. It was not An Ze's personal weapon but the treasure of the Northwest Household, used only for large hunts and executions. Made of high-quality steel, it could cut a tiger or wolf in half with enough force. It was usually placed at the eastern entrance, and no one dared to touch it casually.

A weapon that had killed many living beings emitted a fierce aura that could make ordinary people's legs weak and had a strong震慑力 on the minds of martial artists.

However, Lu Qi's will was firm, and he was not scared. But dodging was much more difficult than before. After all, he was not the master of the transformation of energy from his past life, whose whole body was almost covered in a protective layer similar to a protective aura, making him almost invulnerable to ordinary blades and swords.

If Lu Qi were to be cut by this knife now, the defeat and death would be certain. Recognizing this, Lu Qi put aside his relaxed demeanor, took a deep breath, and cycled through the five animal techniques—bear, tiger, crane, ape, and deer—raising his spirit to a very high state, trying to predict An Ze's blade trajectory and force as much as possible.

Even so, Lu Qi was forced into a very awkward position by the frenzied An Ze. After just a few rounds, several strands of his hair were cut by the blade, and the situation was so dangerous that the onlookers' hearts were in their throats.

"Ah... How can he use a knife? How can he use a weapon!" Lu Kang shouted: "Old Household Head, please do something..."

"Lu Kang, calm down!" Xi Tu shook his head: "Challenging the head of the household is a matter of life and death. The household head has not forbidden the use of weapons..."

"That's right, your tiger head can use weapons too, ha ha..." Da Gu laughed wildly: "You just wait to collect the body!"

Lu Kang and Hui Niang's faces turned ashen. The tiger head (Lu Qi) could use weapons, but that was easier said than done. How could someone like Ze Nu, who had no status, have a weapon? All weapons, like hunting bows and spears, were locked in the armory and only issued during hunting periods.

At this moment, Lu Qi was gritting his teeth, feeling An Ze's increasingly sinister smile. He was not as anxious as Lu Kang and Hui Niang. He was waiting, patiently waiting for the right opportunity, or perhaps creating one.

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