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The martial artist from Hong Kong Island hurriedly raised both arms, trying to block, but he underestimated not only Wang Longhu's fierceness, speed, but also his strength.

The moment Wang Longhu's elbow strike hit the martial artist's arms, both forearm bones instantly snapped, as fragile as a mantis trying to stop a cart, unable to withstand a single blow.

With both arms broken, the opponent's defense was wide open, completely unable to resist. A fierce glint appeared in Wang Longhu's eyes as he raised his hand and slapped it down on the man's forehead.

Bam!

Baji Fist, Fierce Tiger Climbs the Mountain!

Under the power of Wang Longhu's open and close attack, even the hardest forehead bone couldn't help but crack at this moment, and the brain of the martial artist from Hong Kong Island was immediately concussed on the spot.

Wang Longhu's palm turned into a claw, his five fingers scratching down like a fierce tiger, gouging out the man's eyes and facial skin, and then his other palm struck upward fiercely on the man's chin.

Instantly, the martial artist's entire head twisted 180 degrees backward, completely lifeless.

In just two or three seconds, a living life disappeared from this world, and this was not an ordinary person, but a master of Ming Jin!

The other two martial artists from Hong Kong Island who came along were stunned.

In their eyes, Wang Longhu's moves weren't particularly exquisite or difficult to dismantle, but the problem was, his speed was too fast, and his strength seemed considerable, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to break a man's head with just one palm.

"Iron Head Lin is actually dead!"

The two martial artists suddenly choked up, managing to utter a hoarse sentence after a long pause.

The person who Wang Longhu killed was actually 'Iron Head Lin' from the Outlying Island, a master of Ming Jin specializing in horizontal training. Although his nickname was Iron Head Lin,

in reality, his entire body was very hard, able to withstand beatings from rubber clubs without a scratch.

But even such a person, specialized in horizontal training, was beaten to death in less than three moves?

As Wang Longhu's cold gaze swept over, the remaining two, Midtown's 'Drunk One Brother' and Wanchai's 'Black Death Tiger,' trembled inexplicably, frightened by just one look from Wang Longhu.

Among the fifteen hired hands Lu Pingshan invited tonight, who hadn't fought with machetes on the streets since youth, rising from delinquency to today's fame?

They had witnessed numerous street brawls and dark alley fights, had killed and been hospitalized, but at this moment, Drunk One Brother and Black Death Tiger were both scared, and this realization made them inexplicably angry.

To achieve Ming Jin, who wasn't truly skilled, how could they easily feel inferior to others, especially among other martial artists?

"This kid is a bit tricky, let's go at him together, or else we'll end up like Iron Head Lin." Drunk One Brother pulled out a bottle of Niulan Mountain from his pocket, twisted off the cap, and gulped it down.

A 500ml bottle of Niulan Mountain was downed in just a few swigs, his face immediately turning red, eyes dazed, steps wobbly.

Even standing still, his entire form appeared staggering, as if he might fall over at any moment.

"Drunken Fist." Seeing the stance, Wang Longhu immediately recognized the opponent's technique.

Drunken Fist is not some movie stunt, but a traditional boxing style emerging from mimicking a drunkard's actions.

The punches look like a drunken person staggering after drinking, swaying and tottering, but in reality, it's a form of boxing that is outwardly drunk but inwardly sober, formed through a combination of formal martial techniques, footwork, and body movements, not only effective but highly entertaining.

Drunken Fist exhibits different boxing pathways according to various stances, considered a type of "Ground Rolling Fist" due to its numerous tumbling motions.

Wang Longhu assumed the Liangyi Posture, arms raised in elbows, for Baji Fist it needed no further words against any boxing style.

He had only to open the gate, forcefully penetrate the opponent's defenses, swiftly defeat the enemy with Baji's lethal attacks, push through all opponents in one go.

With Wang Longhu's current physique, no one could possibly block his Baji opening.

"Fight!"

Black Death Tiger snarled viciously, and as he finished speaking, his entire body puffed up, the leather jacket and white short sleeve he wore couldn't withstand his expanding physique.

In no time, all his upper clothing burst apart, revealing a body of exaggerated muscles.

Wang Longhu's gaze flickered with a trace of surprise, not at the guy's muscles, but the numerous black patches within his body.

These patches weren't birthmarks or melasma, but congested veins inside his body, overfilled and swollen blackened meridians.

"This guy actually trained his tendons, bones, and skin to such an extent!" Wang Longhu thought to himself in awe.

It is said that external training involves tendons, bones, and skin, while internal training involves breath; however, even Internal Boxing reaches Dark Force, it also trains tendons, bones, and skin.

But Internal Boxing doesn't require the brutal physical drills of External Boxing, rather it uses internal breathing techniques to vibrate tendons, bones, and skin, achieving the desired effect.

Just like Wang Longhu's Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound, a sound emanating from synchronized vibration of all bones, practiced during postures, actually training tendons, bones, skin.

But Wang Longhu hadn't practiced Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound long enough to reach the profound realm of tendons, bones, and skin training.