69novels Chapter 205 The Drunken Eight Immortals
Chapter 205 The Drunken Eight Immortals
Chapter 205 The Eight Drunken Immortals
Watching from the sidelines, Liang Kuan was deeply moved and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! What appears to be a clumsy stumble is actually a deadly trap at every turn, perfectly combining the unpredictability of Drunken Fist with the precision of its attacks! This is the essence of Drunken Fist: using softness to overcome hardness and clumsiness to defeat skill!"
"The fourth move, Zhang Guolao, drunkenly tossing his cup and kicking in succession!"
Chen Wen laughed loudly and casually tossed the wine jar in his hand into the air, where it spun rapidly.
His feet didn't stop moving at all; he took a series of drunken steps and instantly closed in on Luo Sanpao, who had just struggled to prop himself up.
The first kick was as fast as the wind, striking Luo Sanpao's right wrist as he tried to support himself on the ground, causing his body to tilt again.
The second kick was as swift as lightning, the toe lightly touching his forehead, causing his head to tilt back and his vision to blur.
The third kick, heavy as a mountain, slammed into the side of his left knee!
Bang bang bang!
The three kicks were almost evenly matched, and Luo Sanpao was kicked so hard that he rolled several times on the ground, a truly pitiful sight.
Just then, the wine jar fell from the sky.
With a loud crack, it smashed to pieces next to Luo Sanpao's head, splashing strong liquor all over his head and face, mixed with blood, making him look extremely disheveled.
Chen Wen tilted his head back, opened his mouth to catch a few drops of the splashing wine, and laughed heartily, displaying an indescribable carefree and unrestrained spirit.
"Fifth move, Han Xiangzi, Grab the Wrist and Lift the Chest, Drunkenly Play the Flute!"
Luo Sanpao was already at his limit, but his ferocity sustained him as he roared and wildly grabbed at Chen Wen's ankle with his still-movable right hand.
Chen Wen slipped away easily, dodging the attack with a flick of his wrist, which moved as lightly as a butterfly flitting among flowers.
As if holding a flute to play, his five fingers gripped Luo Sanpao's right wrist like an iron hoop.
Click!
Amidst the sickening cracking sound of bones breaking, Luo Sanpao's last intact wrist was also snapped!
Without stopping, Chen Wen pulled his wrist upwards and pressed his other hand down hard on Luo Sanpao's chest, specifically the Tanzhong acupoint, as if holding up a giant cauldron.
He was pinned firmly to the pillar behind him!
Luo Sanpao's eyes rolled back, blood and foam gushed from his mouth, and he could only exhale, not inhale.
Ma Rulong was already completely captivated by what he saw.
His eyes were glued to Chen Wen's every subtle movement, his feet unconsciously mimicking the gestures, and he murmured the incantations of the moves, afraid of missing even the slightest bit of the essence.
"Sixth move, Lan Caihe, a single toast to block the attack!"
Luo Sanpao, pinned to the pillar, let out a dying howl and, with his last strength, rammed his head into Chen Wen's face!
Chen Wen turned slightly to the side, his body slightly drunk, and raised one fist as if toasting a friend.
Effortlessly and effortlessly parry this chaotic headbutt.
At the same time, the fist that had been offering a toast came down smoothly, turning into a sharp punch that landed squarely on Luo Sanpao's face.
"puff!"
Several bloody teeth flew out, mixed with blood.
Luo Sanpao's cheeks collapsed completely, and even his howls turned into whimpering sobs.
Zhuo Yifei grimaced, subconsciously touching his chubby face, and exclaimed, "This isn't Drunken Fist! This is practically a death warrant! Drinking and practicing martial arts at the same time, and when they hit someone, they specifically target the most vulnerable spots!"
"Seventh move, Cao Guojiu, Immortal's Toast to the Throat Lock!"
Chen Wen released his hand from Luo Sanpao's chest.
Luo Sanpao's body slumped down, but the last trace of resentment in his eyes made him reach out with trembling hands, still trying to strangle Chen Wen's neck.
Chen Wen raised his arm, like an immortal raising a cup to invite the moon, easily deflecting the powerless hands.
Instantly, the barrier transformed into a lock, and his arm shot out like a serpent, his five fingers precisely gripping Luo Sanpao's throat!
The fingers slowly tightened.
The strange noise coming from Luo Sanpao's throat, his face turning from red to purple, then from purple to blue, his eyes bulging out, filled with endless fear and despair.
He weakly scratched at Chen Wen's steel-like arms with both hands, but couldn't even leave a mark.
The remaining pirate henchmen around them were already terrified and pale as ghosts.
They huddled together, shivering, and made no sound.
"Eighth move, He Xiangu, with a bouncy waist, offers wine and sways in a drunken stupor!"
Chen Wen flung his arm, which was gripping Chen Wen's throat, away as if he were throwing away a piece of trash.
The dying Luo Sanpao was flung into the open space in the center of the banquet hall.
He himself swayed, as if slightly drunk and strolling in the countryside, taking a few unsteady steps.
Although his steps appeared unsteady, each one was perfectly placed on the ground near Luo Sanpao's vital points.
The steps carried a strange rhythm and a sense of oppression.
Finally, he swayed to Luo Sanpao's side.
He leaned forward, raised his right fist, as if casually handing over a glass of wine.
However, the hidden force gathered on the fist had already reached its peak!
This punch, silent and unseen, landed on Luo Sanpao's heart, which he could no longer defend himself against.
Thump————
It sounded like a drumbeat erupting inside the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.
Luo Sanpao shuddered violently, his eyes snapped open to their limit, and the light in his pupils rapidly faded.
He opened his mouth, but only thick gushes of blood gushed out.
Immediately, his head tilted to the side, his limbs went limp, and he fell silent.
Luo Sanpao, a notorious pirate captain who had roamed the seas for many years, met his end.
Chen Wenzhi stood up.
He casually wiped his mouth, and the hazy drunkenness on his face seemed to vanish instantly, his eyes regaining their clarity.
However, he still exuded that carefree and unrestrained aura.
"Drunken Eight Immortals, that's it! Ma Rulong, got it?"
Ma Rulong stared blankly at Luo Sanpao's corpse, then slowly raised his head and looked at Chen Wen.
Several seconds passed before he suddenly jolted awake.
"Thank you so much, Sir, for teaching me this amazing skill!"
His mind was in turmoil.
Those eight styles of boxing, seemingly performed in a drunken, playful, and scathing manner, actually contain such terrifying power.
They easily defeated the formidable enemy that the three of them had fought desperately to the death against!
This kindness in imparting his skills, this unfathomable strength, not only shocked him but also filled him with boundless awe and gratitude.
Zhuo Yifei finally caught his breath, slumped to the ground, and looked at Chen Wen with admiration and disbelief on his face. He exclaimed, "Boss! You—drinking, teaching boxing, killing enemies, and even cleaning up the sect—all in one go!"
"Smooth and effortless! I, Zhuo Yifei, have seen many ruthless people in my life, but your effortless and graceful demeanor is truly unique!"
"If I had known Drunken Fist was this powerful, I wouldn't have bothered practicing any other odds and would have just been practicing with a wine jar every day!"
"Captain's might!"
"We won! We won!"
Inside the banquet hall, the cheers of the Blood Flag Army and sailors were like a volcanic eruption, deafening, and everyone's face was filled with ecstasy and pride.
Lu Huiguang, Lin Guobin, and others were also so excited that their faces turned red.
The way he looked at Chen Wen was as if he were looking up at a god.
In contrast, the remaining pirates were terrified and their faces were ashen.
Someone started it, and suddenly everyone knelt down, kowtowing and crying out, "Your Excellency, spare our lives!"
"We were all forced into this by Luo Sanpao! We don't want to be pirates!"
"Please, Your Honor, have mercy and spare our lives! We will never dare to do it again!"
Some people were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, too weak to even kowtow, only repeatedly begging for mercy.
Chen Wen seemed oblivious to the commotion around him, only nodding slightly to Liang Kuan.
Liang Kuan immediately understood, waved his hand and led a team of soldiers forward to begin taking prisoners, counting casualties, and controlling the situation in an orderly manner.
Chen Wen then turned around, looked at Ma Rulong and Zhuo Yifei, and then glanced at Lu Huiguang, Lin Guobin and the others, saying in a calm tone: "This matter is settled. Ma Rulong, this boat is now in your hands. You can go back to Hong Kong."
Ma Rulong was taken aback by these words and hurriedly asked, "Sir, what about you? Aren't you coming back with us?"
Chen Wen smiled, a smile carrying a calmness that Ma Rulong couldn't understand: "I've met the person I needed to see. And I'm very satisfied with the result."
"The matter in Hong Kong is settled, but I have many other things to attend to. Time waits for no one."
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