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"Ah! Wh-what is that?!" Simon Qi exclaimed in shock.
"Hmph—aren't you all so interested in the Shaolin Thirty-Six Chambers techniques? Can't you recognize this move?" Andrew Qi snorted coldly, flipping his hands to transform his palms into claws. Two eerie, cold glints flashed on his talons, sharp as eagle beaks, making him look utterly fierce.
"Annihilation Vajra Claw! The exclusive martial art of Shaolin's Prajna Hall, created by Bodhidharma himself! I can't believe you've mastered it too—then you must be the renegade monk Yankong!" Ethan Zhao exclaimed in astonishment. He knew this technique was a brutally powerful external claw art, renowned for its ferocity and destructive force. Even within Shaolin, only true inner disciples were qualified to study it!
"Enough talk! Thirty years ago, I was the monk Yankong—now, I am Andrew Qi! You'd better remember my name, so when you meet the King of Hell, you'll know who sent you! Take this—Soul Rend!" Andrew Qi snorted coldly and moved like a ghost, lunging straight at Simon Qi and Ethan Zhao. The move "Soul Rend" was the killing blow of the Annihilation Vajra Claw, its force so overwhelming that Andrew Qi clearly intended to finish both men in one strike!
Seeing his deadly momentum and that he struck with a killing move right away, Simon Qi and Ethan Zhao dared not be careless. They roared in unison, instantly pushing their inner strength to the max and unleashing their own ultimate techniques.
Ethan Zhao let out a mighty roar, stomped his feet, and shot forward first. His legs spun like windmills, accompanied by a thunderous roar—he unleashed the Piercing Kick School's deadly technique, "Thunderstrike Kick." This hard-style kicking skill was a required discipline in the Piercing Kick School, and once mastered, a single kick could shatter an opponent's bones and devastate their organs. Its sweeping, unstoppable force made it famous across the martial world as a closely guarded secret.
Not to be outdone, Simon Qi charged in right behind, roaring as his figure flashed forward with incredible speed. He reached Andrew Qi at the same time as Ethan Zhao, flipped his palms, and unleashed the Emei Sect's signature technique, "Cascade Palm." Powered by inner strength, this classic internal skill crashed like endless waves—fluid and relentless. The Emei Sect's style blends Shaolin's masculine force with Wudang's gentle subtlety, combining hardness and softness, inside and out, long and short. Its mystical power is said to "unite all techniques into one, and break all with one."
Bang—Bang—Bang—
The three masters collided head-on, unleashing a torrent of power in an instant—"Crash—Crash—" The narrow hospital corridor shuddered under the impact; the walls cracked and fissured, the ceiling splintered, and even the adjacent rooms were shaken—their solid doors burst apart.
Thud—Thud—Thud— The three figures retreated almost a dozen steps before steadying themselves. Andrew Qi's black Tang suit was completely shredded in the clash, his slicked-back hair now a wild mess. His chest heaved, and a trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. Against the full force of two top masters from the China Dragon-Tiger Leaderboard, he hadn't gained any advantage—in fact, he'd suffered, his heart meridian shaken. Now, with his bare torso exposed, his muscular, rugged physique was on display, along with the tattoo of the Octo-Fiend on his back, making him look even more savage and menacing.
Ethan Zhao and Simon Qi weren't much better off. After retreating nearly a dozen steps, they steadied themselves, but the fierce collision of three streams of inner force had left them trembling and their heart meridians shaken. Still, their injuries weren't serious, and they could keep fighting. They exchanged a glance, now confident they could defeat Andrew Qi together.
"Hmph—you really do have some skill. No wonder you're so arrogant! But if you think you can handle both of us together, you're dreaming. Looks like you're the one heading to meet the King of Hell!" Ethan Zhao shouted at Andrew Qi.
"Old man, looks like it's time for us to clean house for Shaolin!" Simon Qi said coldly, just as confident as Ethan Zhao about teaming up to take down Andrew Qi.
"Heh—just you two ants think you can topple me? You're delusional! You think I only know Shaolin techniques? Today, I'll show you something beyond Shaolin—Since you two are such good buddies, I'll send you down the Yellow Springs together!" As Andrew Qi spoke, his voice grew strange, tinged with a mournful Buddhist chant. He closed his eyes, and a swirl of black and red mist erupted around him, making him look downright demonic. He chanted a bizarre incantation, tracing symbols in the air with his hands.
"Uh—could this be the Western Region demonic art that the monk Yankong secretly practiced back then?! It looks seriously evil—" Simon Qi muttered, frowning in surprise.
"Hmph—who cares what kind of dark magic it is? While he's channeling power, now's our chance—let's take him out!" Ethan Zhao roared, surging his inner force again and charging forward to strike first.
"Ah—Brother Zhao, watch out—he's not so easy to deal with—" Simon Qi sensed trouble and urgently called from behind.
But Simon Qi's warning came too late. Ethan Zhao had already reached Andrew Qi, lifted his right leg, and unleashed a 'Mountain Breaker' straight at Andrew Qi's forehead, determined to take him down in one blow.
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Andrew Qi didn't dodge. Instead, he suddenly opened his eyes wide at Ethan Zhao, a sinister grin spreading across his face. The black and red mist around him surged outward with a "whoosh," forming a bizarre, shimmering barrier.
"Hellstorm Aura! Oh god, that's the forbidden ritual for summoning a demon god! Ethan Zhao is doomed!" Shawn Young, watching nearby, recognized the swirling black and red aura, panicked, and rushed toward Andrew Qi.
Unfortunately, Shawn Young was still a step too late—"Thud—" Ethan Zhao's kick landed squarely on the barrier, only to be blasted back by its immense force. He staggered several steps, and before he could steady himself, Andrew Qi threw back his head and howled, then shot out his right hand—his palm suddenly elongated, stabbing straight for Ethan Zhao's chest—"Splurt—" It pierced his left chest, and a spray of blood burst out!
"Aaaah—" Ethan Zhao staggered, letting out a blood-curdling scream. Andrew Qi had ripped out his heart, but Ethan didn't collapse. He just stood there, dazed, his eyes glazed crimson. His pupils quickly turned—one red, one black. As Andrew Qi chanted another sinister spell, black and red mist rolled out in thick waves, blanketing the world in a hellish fog from above and below.