Because Fifth Master had already told him long ago that in the war a hundred years ago, the little devils burned, killed, and looted, taking away a lot of good things from our country.
This included our Inner Power.
Inner Power mainly trains the meridians within the human body, allowing Martial Artists to more easily and conveniently perceive the existence of meridians within their bodies, without needing to memorize the bodily distribution map of meridians like ordinary Chinese medicine.
The fracture in Inner Power practice has led to an increasing number of people in recent years denying the existence of such things as meridians within the human body, all questioning the authenticity of meridians.
But actually, as ’meridian theory’ is recorded in the Inner Canon of Huangdi, how could meridians possibly not exist?
First practice muscles and bones, then practice meridians, this is the path a true Martial Artist must take.
Unfortunately, nowadays, most Inner Power practices are scattered overseas, and even Martial Artists among the little devils have learned a lot. Even if they aren’t Grandmasters of Huajin, they can barely exchange a few moves with Wang Longhu.
"Great opportunity!" Yagyu Ito, who had been standing by accumulating battle momentum, had a sharp glint in his eye. As he saw Wang Longhu’s upper body being pressed to the ground by Sodaimura Yujiro, his spear followed suit.
The cross-shaped spear tip turned into a white flash, stabbing toward Wang Longhu’s neck at lightning speed. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt
A Grandmaster of Huajin can indeed repel the attacking weapons, but at the moment of repelling, your body will also get hurt.
If you get hurt elsewhere, it might be alright, but if it’s a place like the neck with major blood vessels, even a Grandmaster of Huajin would face certain death if injured.
Under attack from two sides, Wang Longhu urgently twisted his waist and back to burst forth, his power so formidable that even Sodaimura Yujiro exclaimed he couldn’t suppress it.
He rammed his head straight into Sodaimura Yujiro’s face and simultaneously dodged Yagyu Ito’s spear tip just in time.
But the Treasure House school’s cross-spear doesn’t just stab; it can also perform techniques like roll, chop, knock down, graze, and hit.
At the moment Wang Longhu stood upright, Yagyu Ito reversed the blade of the spear, aiming to cut a deep, bone-revealing gash on Wang Longhu’s back.
No Martial Artist here could possibly dodge the front and back pincer attack from Sodaimura Yujiro and Yagyu Ito, inevitably getting wounded.
But what Yagyu Ito couldn’t have imagined was that the Martial Artist in front of him frequently practiced mental simulations against various formidable enemies in his mind through high Spiritual Power; whenever he had free time, he fought deadly battles with such enemies.
Over nearly a month, Wang Longhu’s practical combat experience and battle intuition had reached an extremely pinnacle level.
Even the most dangerous killer moves were possibilities he had already anticipated in advance.
Since it was anticipated, it was definitely guarded against long beforehand!
In an instant, Wang Longhu wrapped an arm around Sodaimura Yujiro’s nape and neck, twisting his body around his opponent like a giant python, and exerted a fierce twist.
Wang Longhu’s strength was so terrifying that even ordinary Grandmasters of Huajin found it difficult to compare, let alone Sodaimura Yujiro.
Sodaimura Yujiro couldn’t even muster the slightest resistance, only feeling his body involuntarily lift off the ground, spinning mid-air, and suddenly feeling searing pain on his back.
It turned out Yagyu Ito’s return stroke cut into his back, leaving a gaping, bloody wound.
Using Sodaimura Yujiro as a human shield, Wang Longhu elbowed him aside, swiftly repelling him.
Sodaimura Yujiro’s body immediately bounced off the ground like a rubber ball, quickly smashing into a nearby wall, sticking there like a mural without falling off for a long time.
"Hiss!" Yagyu Ito couldn’t help but gasp, staring at Wang Longhu in disbelief.
Everything happened in an instant, and he couldn’t believe Wang Longhu reacted and executed a perfect countermeasure.
Especially Sodaimura Yujiro being restrained in front of Wang Longhu and used as a shield was beyond Yagyu Ito’s expectations.
As a master, one’s strength is naturally great, and it’s unheard of for a master to be captured without the slightest resistance.
Wang Longhu kicked away Yagyu Ito’s cross-spear, his four fingers like knives, closing in tightly, targeting his opponent’s throat.
After the previous exchange, Yagyu Ito had already figured out Wang Longhu’s methods, and there was no way he could take that move. He immediately twisted the spear stock.
The entire spear spun rapidly, the cross-shaped spearhead turning into an electric drill at this moment. Should Wang Longhu insist on attacking Yagyu Ito, he couldn’t dodge the whirling spear body.
Wang Longhu just gave a cold humph, grabbing Yagyu Ito’s spear shaft. The rapidly spinning long spear immediately jammed as if stuck, coming to a halt in Wang Longhu’s hand.
It was Yagyu Ito who felt the pain, quickly letting go of his grip.
Wang Longhu’s four fingers brushed past Yagyu Ito’s shoulder, tearing through his clothes and flesh. Yagyu Ito quickly clutched the wound and retreated, pale-faced with incredulity.
With just this one move, he deeply realized the gap between himself and Wang Longhu.
The biggest gap between them was sheer strength!
He had practiced spear techniques for decades, swinging the heavy long spear day after day to train his arm strength.
So when Yagyu Ito rotated the spear body, any martial artist trying to snatch it would have their hand scraped by the rapidly spinning spear body.