HLnovel Chapter 129: 9 Dog-beating Styles
Chapter 129: 9 Dog-beating Styles
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A faint voice sounded in Yan Yiran's ears. Yan Yiran felt strangely familiar. He looked closely and realized that this was the fisherman from before. How could he catch up so quickly? How could he not know?
"I clearly didn't notice anyone chasing me, how did you catch up with me?"
The man said faintly: "Is it possible that I am ahead of you?"
Yan Yiran was so surprised that his eyebrows twitched: "Impossible."
The man chuckled and tapped Yan Yiran a few times: "Nothing is impossible in this world. I just sealed your martial arts. Don't thank me too much."
Yan Yiran tried to circulate his internal energy, but it was indeed extremely condensed. His face suddenly became very ugly: "Who are you and what do you want to do?"
Feng Jiuqing laughed out loud: "It's just a competition, what are you afraid of?"
Yan Yiran stared at Feng Jiuqing intently: "You don't even dare to show your true face, and you also sealed my martial arts. What kind of competition is this? If you want to compete, come openly. If you hide your true face, people will look down on you!"
Feng Jiuqing sneered, "So you also know that hiding your head and showing your tail will only make people look down on you? It's just a pity that I learned all this from you. I didn't want to do it either, but you taught me well. Then I can only do it reluctantly and use your spear to attack your shield."
Yan Yiran knew that he could not beat the man in front of him, but the man's words were really harsh. Moreover, as the leader of the Hidden Dragon Guard, when had he ever done anything to hide his head and show his tail?
"Nonsense, when has this commander ever been so secretive?"
The smile on Feng Jiuqing's lips gradually turned cold: "You dare to do it but not to take the responsibility. You are worthy of it. You have brought this character to perfection."
Yan Yiran suppressed his anger and said slowly, "If you just want to ridicule me, just say it directly. Why do you have to resort to such a shady trick?"
Feng Jiuqing clenched the half-broken wooden fishing rod in his hand and threw the kettle under the tree.
"I told you I came here to spar with you. I just happened to learn a new stick technique. Would you mind giving it a try, Commander Yan?"
As soon as Feng Jiuqing finished speaking, he moved his wrist and the fishing rod was swung towards Yan Yiran's face. Yan Yiran immediately raised his left hand to block the fishing rod.
"Oh!"
Yan Yiran groaned, and Feng Jiuqing exerted a little force, and the fishing rod pressed Yan Yiran to half-kneel on the ground.
Feng Jiuqing smiled coldly: "What do you think of this trick, Commander Yan?"
Yan Yiran said stubbornly: "Bullying a person who has no martial arts skills is nothing more than that."
Feng Jiuqing was not angry either: "I forgot to tell you, this is the first move of the new dog-beating stick technique I learned, hitting the dog's head with the stick!"
Yan Yiran's face, which had originally turned red, began to turn purple. This person cursed so dirty!
"You are so sharp-tongued! You are so shameless to use your tongue against the weak!"
Feng Jiuqing retracted the bamboo pole, and Yan Yiran had just taken a breath when Feng Jiuqing swung the pole and knocked him to the ground.
"This is the second move of the Dog Beating Stick Technique, chasing dogs away from alleys."
Yan Yiran's purple face suddenly began to turn pale, and the piercing pain made him feel nothing but pain for a moment.
When Yan Yiran recovered and just stood up, Feng Jiuqing hit him on the leg with a stick, and lifted him up and fell on his back on the ground. The flesh on Yan Yiran's cheek twitched in pain.
Feng Jiuqing smiled and said in a steady voice: "The third move of the Dog Beating Stick Technique is to turn the dog upside down."
Yan Yiran stared at Feng Jiuqing as if he wanted to eat him, and sat up after a long while.
Feng Jiuqing casually hit him on the back of the neck with a stick and whispered: "The fourth move of the dog-beating stick technique is to force the dog to bow its head!"
Yan Yiran had no power to fight back, his whole body screaming in pain. His eyes were full of dissatisfaction.
Feng Jiuqing placed the fishing rod against Yan Yiran's chest and chuckled, "Why, you don't accept it?"
Yan Yiran didn't say anything, but his expression was full of dissatisfaction.
Feng Jiuqing shook his head: "Forget it, I am a generous person."
He tapped Yan Yiran a few times with the fishing rod, and in an instant Yan Yiran's blocked meridians became unblocked, and his internal strength was replenished.
Feng Jiuqing took a few steps back and folded his hands over his chest: "Get up and fight again."
Yan Yiran's eyes flashed, and he jumped up from the ground in an instant. He drew the long sword from his waist and pointed it directly at Feng Jiuqing's heart. The high-speed internal force brought a gust of sharp wind towards Feng Jiuqing.
When the long knife was about to pierce Feng Jiuqing's chest, Feng Jiuqing suddenly disappeared, leaving only a residual shadow.
Yan Yiran watched Feng Jiuqing disappear before his eyes. Before he could retract his sword, he felt a sudden pain in his back and then fell to the ground with a mouthful of sand in his mouth.
"The fifth move of the Dog Beating Stick Technique is to intercept the dog's buttocks."
Yan Yiran spat out a mouthful of sand, glared at Feng Jiuqing viciously, stood up and swung his sword again, and the leaves next to him were broken into two by his blade.
This time Feng Jiuqing did not dodge, but faced it head-on. He flipped the fishing rod and used his clever strength to avoid the blade, then pressed Yan Yiran to his knees with the blade.
Feng Jiuqing joked, "The sixth move of the Dog Beating Stick Technique is Shoulder Pressing and Dog Back. Commander Yan, you don't look good."
Yan Yiran clenched his teeth tightly, veins on his hands bulged, and the hand holding the knife shook violently.
Feng Jiuqing retracted the fishing rod and struck Yan Yiran at an extremely fast speed, knocking him to the ground again, making him eat sand.
"The seventh move of the Dog Beating Stick Technique is to beat the drowning dog."
Yan Yiran didn't get up for a long time. Feng Jiuqing was not in a hurry. He just stood there and said sarcastically: "With such a short time, I don't know how he got into the Hidden Dragon Guard. Tsk."
Yan Yiran didn't say anything. Feng Jiuqing snorted, "You poor dog."
"Too deceiving!"
Yan Yiran stood up with a dusty face, raised his long sword and was about to chop at Feng Jiuqing, but Feng Jiuqing lightly poked it, and Yan Yiran felt a pain in his wrist, and the long sword that was halfway through was casually swept away by Feng Jiuqing.
Feng Jiuqing turned his wrist and the fishing rod attacked Yan Yiran again.
Although the man only had one fishing rod, Yan Yiran felt as if there were fishing rods everywhere, hitting him like raindrops, making him feel pain all over his body.
He wished he could just lose consciousness and pass out, which would be better than the severe pain all over his body.
Yan Yiran couldn't hold on any longer after all, and fell to the ground again, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Feng Jiuqing took back the fishing rod and put it behind his back: "The eighth move of the Dog Beating Stick Technique, there is no dog in the world! Yan Yiran, how do you feel?"
Yan Yiran lay on the ground, without even the strength to lift a finger. This man's martial arts skills were too strong, beating him was like playing. And he was like a fish on the chopping board, and could only let the other party do whatever he wanted.
Feng Jiuqing looked at Yan Yiran, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and opened his mouth again: "The ninth move of the Dog Beating Stick Technique."
Yan Yiran closed his eyes in despair, and suddenly recalled the first time he saw Mo Ling. The young man in black brocade clothes was reading a book in the sun, and the orange halo shone on Mo Ling's face. The young man was handsome and gentle like jade.
He should be dying, but unfortunately, he didn't get to see his Majesty before he died.
However, Feng Jiuqing's fishing rod did not fall down for a long time. Yan Yiran slowly opened his eyes and looked at the man.
Feng Jiuqing said softly, "The ninth move of the Dog Beating Stick Technique. When beating a dog, look at its owner. For Mo Ling's sake, I won't kill you, but if you dare to attack me again, I guarantee you'll die an ugly death."