fantasy novels Chapter 26 Fang Shuwen? He definitely wouldn't dare kill anyone~
Chapter 26 Fang Shuwen? He definitely wouldn't dare kill anyone~
This is not a straight punch from Jian Ti Quan (a martial arts style).
The straight punch in Jiantiquan is a straight line punch, originating from the waist and taking the shortest path to directly target the target.
But this punch followed a strange arc.
The fist traced an arc in the air, cutting in from the side, like a snake's fang piercing the prey's vitals from the side.
"Bang!"
His fist slammed into the wooden dummy.
The pile shook violently, and the base rubbed against the blue brick ground, producing a piercing shriek.
Several more cracks appeared on the surface of the ironwood where it was hit.
It was densely packed, as if I had been hit by an iron rod.
Fang Shuwen didn't pause; his second punch followed immediately.
This time it was a left punch, also in an arc, but the direction of the arc was completely opposite.
The right fist draws an arc from right to left, while the left fist draws an arc from left to right.
The interval between the two fists was less than half a breath.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Fang Shuwen began to speed up.
Right fist, left fist, right elbow, left palm, right knee, left leg—all the joints in his body became weapons. Every strike followed an arc, and every strike landed precisely on different positions on the wooden dummy.
His movements didn't look fast; there weren't any dazzling punches.
But the transitions between each strike were so smooth that it didn't seem like someone who had just learned this style of boxing.
By the time Fang Shuwen had delivered his thirtieth punch, the base of the wooden dummy had begun to loosen.
The ironwood pile and the bluestone base were originally fixed together by mortise and tenon joints, fitting together perfectly.
But after dozens of heavy blows, the tenon began to loosen, and the pile would sway back and forth several times with each punch, and the friction between the base and the ground became increasingly grating.
At this moment,
Fang Shuwen paused for a moment.
It's not that I'm tired, it's that I'm waiting.
The moment the pile bounces back to the exact center.
Fang Shuwen threw a punch instantly.
His breathing was steady and long, his heartbeat was not fast, but his muscles maintained a subtle tension.
The spine twists segment by segment starting from the tailbone, and the center of gravity sinks below the dantian in that instant, causing the waist and hips to suddenly explode.
"Soaring Serpent Pose!"
The fist pierced through the air.
This punch was unlike any of the previous punches.
The air was torn apart by the fist, producing a short, sharp pop.
It wasn't a cracking sound, but rather a subtle, explosive sound caused by the intense friction of a punch cutting through the air.
"Bang!!"
His fist clenched into the deepest crack in the center of the wooden dummy.
The ironwood fragments exploded with a loud bang.
Instead of flying off piece by piece, the entire pile burst open from the middle, with splinters of wood scattering in all directions with a sharp gust of wind.
The metal objects clanged and clattered against the blue brick ground, the weapon rack, and the courtyard wall.
The tenon between the base and the ground was forcibly pulled out of the bluestone base by this enormous force, flying three steps away with a clump of wood chips before crashing against the white wall next to it.
Fang Shuwen maintained his punching posture and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
"The force of that punch must have been around 1,500 jin!"
"If it erupts suddenly, even a master of Ming Jin (a type of internal energy) would suffer a great loss if hit by it."
Fang Shuwen recalled the two weeks of training at the martial arts school.
Although the original owner did not achieve any remarkable skill, he did gain a great deal of knowledge about martial arts cultivation.
For example, the division and standards of several basic realms in martial arts cultivation.
Three cracking sounds indicate a strong and powerful martial artist.
The most remarkable feature, besides the number of cracking sounds, is that his single arm strength is around 800 jin, and he can unleash a punch with a force of 2,000 jin.
"Once the assessment results come out tomorrow, it will be a satisfactory explanation to Lao Fang. Next, I need to find ways to make money, improve my martial arts skills, and strive to reach the Ming Jin level as soon as possible."
In this messed-up world, Mingjin is the only one who truly has the ability to protect himself and the resources to acquire more resources and strive for a better life.
Fang Shuwen was no exception.
.......
The night was deep.
Guo Mansion, North District, Xikou County.
Two steam lamps illuminated the living room as bright as day. Guo Ziming was huddled in the leather sofa, still wearing silk pajamas, his chubby face showing the fear of being dragged out of bed.
His father, Guo Huaili, stood under the crystal chandelier, his face ashen.
"Section Chief Lin, what brings you here so late at night?"
Guo Huaili cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his tone somewhat stiff.
He is the president of the Xikou Chamber of Commerce and is considered a prominent figure in the county.
It's natural to feel uncomfortable when someone comes to your door late at night.
If the person in front of him weren't somewhat special, he would have had him kicked out long ago, regardless of whether he was a section chief or a detective.
The visitor can introduce themselves.
Folklore and Antiques Survey Department.
Section Chief Lin Xiu.
Ordinary people might not have heard of this government office, but Guo Huaili knew it all too well.
Three years ago, a group of Southeast Asian merchants were smuggling antiques at Xikou Wharf and were caught in a warehouse by the investigation department.
The next day, the group of Southeast Asian merchants, along with their bodyguards, totaling more than a dozen people, all disappeared from Xikou County, leaving no trace.
The police department told the public that the person had escaped, but the dockworkers swore that the screams that came from the investigation department's courtyard that night could be heard three streets away.
It must have been done by someone from the investigation department.
Although I am not afraid, I still have to give them the face they deserve.
"President Guo, please forgive me for disturbing you so late at night."
Lin Xiu sat down on the sofa, took the hot tea offered by his attendant, but did not drink it; he simply placed it on the coffee table.
With a formulaic smile on his face, he didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "I've come here today because there are some things I'd like to confirm with Young Master Hu."
Guo Huaili frowned slightly and glared at Guo Ziming.
Guo Ziming shrank back in fright at his father's glare, his lips trembling as he managed to squeeze out a few words:
"What...what's wrong? I've been behaving myself these past few days, I haven't done anything sneaky or dishonest!"
Lin Xiu smiled, reached out and took out a photo, then pushed it onto the coffee table.
"Does Young Master Guo know this person?"
Upon hearing this, Guo Ziming leaned forward to look. The person in the photo had a pale face and an unnaturally tilted neck to one side, clearly indicating that he was already dead.
He stared at it for two seconds, then his face turned deathly pale.
No wonder I haven't seen Liu Mang these past few days; it turns out that kid is dead.
"I...I know him. His name is Liu Mang. He's my...my follower."
"However, I haven't seen him for many days."
Guo Ziming's voice began to tremble.
He was just a spoiled young master, good at chasing dogs and fighting cocks, and good at eating, drinking and having fun.
But I don't have the guts to kill anyone!
Lin Xiu then pushed the second photo over.
It was an enlarged photograph of a copper plate, with crooked, barbaric incantations engraved on the front and a vertical pupil on the back.
"Has Young Master Guo seen this before?"
"I think I've seen you before?" Guo Ziming asked uncertainly.
As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a sharp pain in my head.
Immediately afterwards, Guo Huaiyi's voice came over.
"If you've seen it, you've seen it; if you haven't, you haven't. Speak properly!"
Guo Ziming suffered a severe blow to the head and immediately said, feeling wronged:
"That's right. A few days ago, the last time I saw Liu Mang, he was holding this copper piece and said he wanted to sell it to me. It's a piece of junk, I won't buy it."
Upon hearing this, Lin Xiu asked a few more questions in detail.
He scribbled and drew in the notebook, recording the events and Liu Mang's interactions with Guo Ziming.
"Oh, right, tell me again. Based on what you know, who do you think Liu Mang has a grudge against? Or rather, who might kill him?"
Who could it be?
Upon hearing this, Guo Ziming immediately pictured Fang Shuwen in his mind.
In just a moment, he couldn't help but shudder.
But in the end, it still felt too outrageous. Even if Fang Shuwen was a bit different, he wouldn't dare to kill someone!
Thinking of this, Guo Ziming shook his head.
No, I don't know either.