Even though Wang Longhu was poisoned, the gate-opening move of Baji Fist is not something a martial artist skilled in Dark Force could withstand.
The power of the elbow strike is comparable to a cannonball, and a solid hit on the human body is bound to break a few more bones.
However, the two blocking the way showed no concern at all, raising their hands in an attempt to forcibly intercept Wang Longhu’s charging elbow.
No surprise, just as Wang Longhu had expected, the first to meet his elbow was the stout, tall Japan Island assassin, whose entire wrist flipped instantly, presenting a bizarre angle.
This essentially indicated that the entire wrist bone had snapped.
Without hesitation, Wang Longhu thrust his elbow upward, fiercely striking the man’s chin, and Dark Force inundated the other’s brain.
The stout assassin’s body uncontrollably fell backward, and Wang Longhu turned to attack the other short and thin assassin, sweeping a punch towards the opponent’s cheek.
Despite seeing his companion killed by two strikes from Wang Longhu, the short and thin assassin’s expression remained cold and indifferent, without change.
Facing Wang Longhu’s sweeping fist, the assassin formed his five fingers into a claw to intercept it; his fingers were slender like wooden sticks, but his nails were extraordinarily sharp.
As soon as he clawed Wang Longhu’s wrist, five blood holes appeared, with Wang Longhu shaking them off with Dark Force, though the opponent’s Dark Force was also profoundly deep.
Upon the collision of their Dark Forces, the short and thin assassin was merely pushed back half a step, then pointed his toe out, pressing onto the acupuncture point on Wang Longhu’s calf.
Wang Longhu’s leg went numb, as if struck by electricity, involuntarily slowing his offensive pace.
Ohta Ichiro was originally a martial artist skilled in Dark Force, able to openly kill him at a martial arts exchange conference; anyone could see that Wang Longhu’s strength was no simple matter.
Therefore, the Japan Island underground assassins who dared accept the bounty of the Heaven and Earth Alliance were mostly experts at the same level as Ohta Ichiro.
Which meant the level of Dark Force.
The moment Wang Longhu’s actions stagnated, the short and thin assassin made a move with both hands, three fingers converging to a point like a crane’s beak, piercing toward Wang Longhu’s throat.
The man’s five fingertips were all covered in hard, yellow calluses, clearly showing he was a master of external boxing, with extraordinary fingertip strength.
If the human body’s vulnerable throat were truly struck, it’s likely the throat bone would immediately fracture.
Wang Longhu’s neck suddenly swelled up, muscles tensed like iron blocks, veins bulging resembling tangled old tree roots. Google seaʀᴄh NovᴇlFɪre.nᴇt
A surge of Dark Force erupted from the acupuncture point on Wang Longhu’s neck, colliding fiercely with the short and thin assassin’s fingertips.
At that moment, blood trickled down Wang Longhu’s neck, showing injury.
But the short and thin assassin didn’t gain anything good either; his ten fingers exploded instantly, aside from his nails breaking, his fingers were bloodied and mangled from the backlash of Wang Longhu’s Dark Force, injuries visible to the bone.
Seeing this, Wang Longhu swiftly slapped away the opponent’s arm, then slammed another palm onto the man’s crown.
With a crunching sound, the short and thin assassin’s crown resounded crisply, under Wang Longhu’s palm, even iron would bear a palm print, not to mention human skull.
The assassin’s eyes instantly filled with blood, terrifyingly red.
Simultaneously his eyes and nostrils couldn’t stop spewing blood, his body became shaky and seemed ready to collapse at any moment.
Just as Wang Longhu prepared to deliver the fatal blow, a pair of arms suddenly reached out from behind, fiercely and firmly encircling Wang Longhu’s neck, violently dragging him backward.
"What?!" Wang Longhu was shocked and turned pale.
With his acute senses, if there’s another assassin approaching in this villa, he would have definitely noticed at the first moment.
But the person behind him seemed to have appeared out of thin air, making it impossible to react.
"Ugh!" Wang Longhu’s face was flushed from being strangled, this person’s strength was immense; had Wang Longhu not tempered his bones with the Form-Intent Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound martial practice, and his physique and strength been extraordinarily remarkable, his neck might have been snapped by the person behind him already.
Looking up, aided by a bit of residual light, Wang Longhu’s eyes widened suddenly with incredulous disbelief.
The person choking him wasn’t anyone else but the stout Japan Island assassin previously defeated by Wang Longhu with Dark Force.
Yet he had stood upright again without any impairment to his movement abilities.
"How is this possible!"
Wang Longhu was very confident in his strikes; for any normal person, surviving against his Dark Force was impossible.
Unless the figure before him wasn’t human!
With eyes rolling, Wang Longhu propelled his legs, headbutting the stout assassin’s chin, unleashing Dark Force through the brain’s acupuncture point.
The stout assassin’s face instantly jiggled with fat, uncontrollably loosening grip, stumbling backward.
Upon turning back, Wang Longhu noticed this person’s uncovered skin turned purplish-blue, resembling patches of bruises.
Simultaneously, black lines were visible beneath the skin, quite gruesome indeed.
This odd scenario made Wang Longhu secretly apprehensive, knowing that martial arts across the world were diverse and varied; domestic ones alone were countless, let alone globally.
Leave aside Wang Longhu, even Xuanzhen, the old master, might struggle to explain the intricacies of international martial arts.
The stout assassin clearly resulted from some peculiar means.
In contemplation, the person swept a punch over, with a massive arm stirring fierce gusts, making it impossible to underestimate its power.
Wang Longhu intercepted it with both palms, immediately feeling a slight numbness; this wasn’t due to Dark Force, but sheer physical strength of the stout assassin.