Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...
Years of Heartflutter · Page 377 of 501
Yang Ce's kicking power was nothing remarkable, and this was the second kick besides—it should be weaker than the first, and taking it on the body surely could not do any real harm. But he was wrong. Yang Juehuan's kicks might not land him any special blow, but it also depended on where they landed.
He fancied his external conditioning had reached the peak of perfection, never realizing that no matter how formidable the skill, the human body is still made of flesh, and the base of the neck is dense with acupoints.
As Fang Tian's heir, Yang Ce was especially skilled with acupoints, and Yang Cenbin's kick landed squarely on his Yamen point. The Yamen point is one of the thirty-six fatal points of the human body, the meeting point of the Du meridian and the Yangwei meridian; struck, it shocks the medullary center, causing loss of speech, dizziness, and collapse into unconsciousness.
Yang Cenbin's kick was enough to knock him out cold for several hours. Before the big man even understood what had happened, he slumped dizzily to the ground.
Over on the other side, the big man who made his living with his iron fists had assumed the one with the iron bar would be more than enough to deal with Yang Ce. He never imagined Yang Ce would put him on the ground with a single move.
He had no idea how deep Yang Juehuan's skill ran. He took Yang Juehuan's flying kick to be like his own iron fist—refined to the peak of perfection, at the height of mastery—and instantly dared not be careless.
In an instant the situation had turned around, from two against one at the start to one against two now.
"I didn't expect this—you've got an expert at your side." The Iron Fist studied the Iron Bar crumpled on the ground; from the rise and fall of his chest he could tell the man had only been knocked unconscious, with no danger to his life.
Wang Yanqiu had not expected Yang Ce to kick the man with the iron bar unconscious in a single blow either. She was astonished, and all the more suspicious of Yang Juehuan's origins. But at this moment, it seemed, Yang Ce stood on the same side as she did.
Yang Shuoxuan said nothing, only fixed the Iron Fist with a cold stare, turning over in his mind how to bring him down as well. The trick of catching him off guard just now clearly would not work again—the Iron Fist would surely avoid clashing head-on with him.
But now that the man had taken his measure, finishing him off would only be harder.
"Let's spar." The Iron Fist pointed at Yang Ce and spoke coldly. Without waiting for an answer, he swung his iron fist and smashed it toward Yang Ce.
Yang Yongjin was no fool—why would he meet such force head-on? At the critical instant, something suddenly surfaced in his mind, and a faint smile crossed the corner of his mouth.
The Iron Fist moved, and Yang Shuoxuan moved. Yang Ce passed by Wang Yanqiu and gave her a push as he went. "Get to the side first."
The Iron Fist thought Yang Ce meant to fight him one-on-one, and paid it no mind. After all, as things stood, he could not go on to finish Wang Yanqiu until he had dealt with this thorn in his eye, Yang Cenbin.
The Iron Fist swung his fist and smashed it down; Yang Shuoxuan launched himself into the air and kicked out at him. The Iron Fist had already seen the "fearsomeness" of Yang Ce's flying kick and dared not be careless. Wary and guarded, he waited for his moment to throw a punch.
"Pff." A faint muffled sound, and a bloody hole burst open in the Iron Fist's head.
"You—you cheated—" The Iron Fist spat out his last words with his eyes still open in death, and his massive body crashed to the ground.
"Cheated?" Yang Ce let out a long breath. "Only an idiot meets force head-on."
To be continued
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