Chapter 68 — Blood Washes the Long Street
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Shen Mu stopped abruptly, and vast vital essence poured in torrents into both his fists.
His feet shifted in a cunning step, vital essence coursing through both arms to his fingertips.
He curled his fingers into fists, and at the instant the fist was about to clash with the martial artist's strange blade, his fingers suddenly sprang out from the fist like bolts from a powerful crossbow! The second technique of the Eight Thunderclap Secrets—the Flick-Finger Thunder-Quaking Pipa Hand! Dang!
His first finger flicked out, the finger-force piercing the air with a sharp shriek, and knocked the rapidly spinning blade upward.
His second finger flicked out, and with a single flick he snapped the vital-essence thread in the martial artist's hand.
Shen Mu's third finger flicked out and struck the martial artist's palm. The martial artist gave a muffled groan, and the flesh of his palm blurred into a bloody haze, torn open into a great hole. Every finger of Shen Mu's carried vital essence of incomparable depth and might.
Though his vital essence could not unleash power the way White Tiger vital essence could, it was nonetheless truly vast and profound, and the physical strength it conferred was appalling. Three flicks shattered the martial artist's offense; then he drew his fingers back into a fist and blasted it into the martial artist's chest.
The martial artist's body was bent backward by the force of that punch, his legs leaving the ground as he was hurled backward. Alone upon the Eastern Sea, clutching spring thunder! Shen Mu drove off with his feet, and before the martial artist had even landed, he had already rushed up to him. Panic sprang into the martial artist's eyes, but suspended in midair, he had no way to defend himself. At this moment, the two martial artists on either side of the alley saw Shen Mu dash up to their companion, and their eyes lit up.
Without a word, they burst upward from both sides and attacked!
Bang!
Bang! Bang! Before those two martial artists could even strike their first blow, they saw Shen Mu's fists growing larger and larger before their eyes, and it was as if a savage earth dragon had smashed into their faces.
Their heads snapped backward, their skulls punched into the wall, and their bodies hung from the wall below their necks! The wall was struck until cracks spread across it like a spider's web.
And the martial artist whose chest had just received Shen Mu's heavy fist was struck again in the chest.
This punch was even more vicious than the last, leaving his feet no ground to touch and sending him flying backward at even greater speed!
In the alley, human figures flickered, and the heavy sounds of bang bang bang followed. Seventh Young Master and the several attendants versed in divine powers had not yet walked out of the alley when they heard the noise behind them; they could not help stopping, turning around, and astonishment showed on their faces. That martial artist was sent flying for the third time, hurtling straight at Seventh Young Master. The several divine-power practitioners frowned slightly and were about to act, but Seventh Young Master smiled and said, "No need.
Let us simply step aside.
"
The group shifted sideways to let him pass, and saw Shen Mu clinging to the martial artist like a whirlwind. All the way, fists and palms flew with mad frenzy and lightning speed, blending hardness and softness, long-range grappling and close-quarters striking. With a final punch, the martial artist was driven out of the alley and, with a thunderous crash, slammed into the wall across the street.
The wall was shattered open by the martial artist's backside. His body was caught fast in the wall, his arms and legs dangling limp, hung there unable to move. And behind Shen Mu, more than a dozen martial artists all had their heads stuck in the wall, their bodies hanging against its face, arms and legs flailing, unable for the moment to free themselves.
"Fine skill! "