Crossing one leg and swinging both fists horizontally. This posture seemed simple, but it could become the ultimate technique of ninjutsu. Just as its name suggested, the Death Fist was a technique that could kill in one hit.
The power of this technique was born from the ground. In the end, all the strength in the body would be concentrated on the fists. When the fist hit the enemy's chest, it would directly affect the heart, lungs, and other internal organs. In terms of mechanics, its fatality rate was even more ferocious than a close-range knee strike from Muay Thai.
However, this type of ultimate technique of great destruction was extremely strict on various factors such as the environment, time, and control of the target. At this time, the human body was like a power collector. All the strength in the body would surge into the fists at the same time, and then explode on the target. The effect would be greatly different if the user used it earlier or later. Sometimes, it would even cause harm to the user.
Masanori Tian had seen a few people use this technique to deal with a dead target. It could be said that its power was astonishing. However, if it was forcefully used in battle, the opponent would be injured, but the user would also use the wrong amount of strength when fully focused, causing the user's hands to be fractured or internal organs to be damaged. It was like a person walking down a flight of stairs in the dark. They originally thought that the ground was flat, but who knew that there was still another flight of stairs? The feeling of missing a step was not pleasant at all.
Because of this, the Death Fist, as a ninjutsu's ultimate technique, was more for the user to learn how to use it through practice. Most of the techniques that were used in a fight were some slightly compromising techniques. However, the technique in Masanori Tian's mind right now was definitely not a perfunctory Death Fist.
Turning around, crossing, and swinging his fist. The entire movement was completed in less than a second. The crossing of his foot even shattered the tiles on the floor. The power of this technique was condensed to the extreme. In Masanori Tian's mind, that moment was like a tidal wave crashing down. The power of the entire space was instantly torn apart and exploded at a single point.
This attack was definitely the most complete and standard Death Fist. It was enough to be included in ninjutsu textbooks as the best demonstration.
At that time, the brown-haired man's body was also rushing down with all his strength. Yet, Masanori Tian only turned around and perfectly grasped the position of the man's chest in less than a second. This kind of sensitivity had almost reached an inhuman level.
Because of that, under the Death Fist, the two meter tall, sturdy body that weighed more than 100 kilograms changed direction just like that, and even the wall behind it caved in.
Later, he did a check-up on the man himself. The man's sternum was almost shattered into powder, and his internal organs were completely messed up and shattered. Although he relied on his undying ability to stay alive, even if he froze most of his limbs, he could not live for more than ten seconds. After asking a few questions, he died just like that. He did not even need to cut off his head.
Tian Yu had never formally practiced the Death Fist before, but he had done a lot of in-depth research on how to use the Death Fist. The more he broke down the movements step by step, the more shocked he was. When used in actual combat, the perfect Death Fist, even when one was distracted for a second, required an unimaginably high degree of control over one's body and the surrounding situation.
And the most frightening thing was that after that attack, he did not stop in the slightest. Immediately after, the Death Fist once again burst forth with power.
He spun around and threw a punch behind him!
Not even two seconds had passed since he sent the tall, skinny man flying, and he even maintained a state where he was facing the brown-haired man. He simply threw a punch behind him, drawing a semicircle diagonally from the bottom to the top, and hitting the tall, skinny man's spine.
The spine was dislocated, and the man was sent flying.
At this time, the brown-haired man's blood spurted out in front of him. At that time, it was aimed at the back of Jiaming's head.
His body did not stop spinning, and he turned back once again. He jumped up and landed a knee strike on the brown-haired man's temple. At the same time, he avoided the mouthful of blood that spurted out.
In a short three seconds, two simple circles, Tian Yu was continuously breaking down the movements in the dark room. First, he slowly broke down each movement step by step, and then he reformed again and again, trying to recreate the scene at the fastest speed possible. At some point, a blue mass of air appeared in the air, and with a bang, a blue light flowed out from the wall.
Tian Yu stood there with one hand propped against the wall, her head lowered. The air was filled with the sound of her heavy breathing. With her palm as the center, a layer of ice spread across the wall. The temperature in the room dropped abruptly, as if winter had arrived.
"Huff … Impossible … It can't be done …"
If the lights in the room were on, perhaps one would be able to clearly see the veins on Tian Yu's forehead and around his temples. He had always been a modest person, but as a natural ability user and an important member of Takama-ga-hara, the effort he had put in since he was young was definitely not any less than the others. His path had been smooth sailing, so naturally, he had a little bit of arrogance in his heart.
Many times, he would compare himself to those outstanding people of the same age: Yu Shouxi, Zhanshen Wantless, Rimyaku … He didn't think that he was inferior in the slightest.
Of course, Yu Shouxi was still a little difficult to say. Although he was Yu Shouxi's son, he had never cared about Pei Luojia's matters. Other than his abnormal lolicon, he had always kept a low profile and made few enemies. Even Takama-ga-hara didn't treat him as an official enemy. Everyone only knew that he had an ability, but they had never seen him use it. They had only vaguely gathered information about him when they were investigating his childhood. That ability seemed to be called Infinite Radiant Fire, but it was unknown whether it was true or not. Of course, Yu Shouxi was a super strong fire ability user, so there was still a possibility that he could use fire.
It was also because of this confidence that when he first met Jiaming when he was still a little boy, although he was amazed by the amazing things that such a young child could do, he didn't treat Jiaming as a true opponent or collaborator.
Later, when he and Kaoru Tsukiike got engaged, he conveniently sent Kaoru to China, just to save himself some trouble.
It wasn't until recently that this original child forced Minamoto No Yoritomo to retreat twice, and even killed Ōuchi Chōnō and Zhanshen Wantless, that he was truly frightened.
If it wasn't for the fact that he already knew about Jiaming, and that Jiaming didn't hide much, and Kaoru herself confirmed it, combined with a large amount of information, he would have even believed that this powerful and elegant woman really existed. His curiosity accumulated day by day, which led to his probing today.
Whether it was Minamoto No Yoritomo, Ōuchi Chōnō, or Pei Luojia's special assassins, they were all terrifying people in Takama-ga-hara. But if he had to compare himself, Yu Shouxi definitely wouldn't belittle himself. Even if there was a gap between them, it wouldn't be by much.
However, these short three seconds told him a shocking truth: he couldn't keep up!
People who trained in their special abilities would spend most of their time and effort training their special abilities. Compared to a pure assassin, there was definitely a gap between them in terms of physical skills. However, Masato Tian Yu's use of his special abilities had already reached the realm of perfection. However, by relying on these three seconds of perfect deconstruction, he had continuously simulated the battle between the two in his mind. Even if he fully activated his special abilities and used all of his combat techniques, with the opponent's immense strength and extremely sharp reaction speed, he would already be dead. Moreover, when Gu Jiaming was still Jian Suyan, he had already displayed the level of perfect suppressive firepower on more than one occasion.
He had evaluated Minamoto No Yoritomo's combat data, Ōuchi Chōnō's combat data, and even Mangekyou No Thoughts' and Akira Daichi's … There had never been anyone who could make him feel so powerless. Perhaps this meant that his opponent's true strength was indeed one level higher than his … How was this possible? He had only heard of such a person from the elders in Takama-ga-hara. Perhaps after Dark Heavenly Harp's Natalie Annie's abilities were fully awakened, she could perfectly suppress a normal person at their peak. But as a normal person, was it really possible to train the body to this level …
Moreover, he was only seventeen years old …
These thoughts reverberated in his mind. Suddenly, he covered his mouth with his hand. A trickle of blood seeped out from between his fingers.
He stood by the wall like this for a long time. Then, he slowly closed his eyes and let out a light breath. He retracted the hand that had released his ability, and the blood vessels on his forehead gradually calmed down.
"Huu …"
He took out a handkerchief from his shirt pocket and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Then, he took a few steps back and wiped his hands with a tissue from the side table. Masanori Tian, who had already calmed down, walked to the bathroom and turned on the light.
He rinsed his mouth and washed his face. Then, he released his ability and froze a basin of water until it was close to freezing point. He lowered his head and soaked his entire face in the water for half a minute. Then, he raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Alright … this kind of evaluation will have some errors. It's not objective … Maybe I'm overthinking it, but basically … Masanori Tian, you should be glad that you don't have such an enemy …"
After talking to himself in front of the mirror for a while, he wiped the water off his head and walked back to the bedroom. He laid down on the bed and made a phone call.
Not long after, he said, "Yes, please look for Long Tangwei …"
Ten seconds passed in silence. Then, a lively Japanese girl's voice came from the other side, "Hello?
I'm Wei, may I ask who you are … "
"Wei, I've received a shock …"
"Ah!
Tian Yu-kun, you're in China right?
How are you?
Have you found that Tulip? "
"Oh, that Mr. Lang nine times a night, I've found him. Compared to him, I'm too far behind, so I'm feeling very depressed right now …"
"Eh?
What, what's wrong? "
"Because he can really do nine times a night. Wei, we've never done that many times before, right?"
"…" There was silence on the other side of the phone. It was hard to tell what she was feeling.
"I feel very inferior right now. Wei, I really want to … prove that I still have hope, that I can still surpass him, that …"
"You, don't talk nonsense."
Probably due to her shyness, the voice on the other side of the phone became much softer. After a while, when Masanori Tian Yu accurately expressed the feeling of inferiority, the woman said in an even softer voice, "That, and … it's already night time. Do you want me to go to China immediately? I don't have my passport with me …"
"Uh … a plane … that's too slow. Wei, how about this, you do it on the other side of the phone. Then, as you do it, you tell me, and I'll tell you from here …"
"Perv, pervert … Masanori Tian Yu is a big pervert!"
The woman on the other side of the phone shouted in embarrassment and anger. The man on the bed had probably expected this. He had already moved the phone away from his ear with a smile. After a while, the woman on the other side of the phone still couldn't bear to hang up the phone. "Moreover, this is the living room of the shared villa. Although it's very late, they haven't slept yet. If I do this here … I'll be kicked out as a promiscuous woman. It's very likely …"
"Oh …" Masanori Tian Yu was silent for a while. "Wei, do you know?
I've done a lot of research on China. Even an authentic Chinese might not be as familiar with China as I am in certain aspects … "
"I know, why are you talking about this again?"
"That's why I know that only us Japanese girls would explain things like this to me in such a serious manner. If we were in China, it would definitely be impossible … Hahaha … Wei, I'm so touched. You've made me feel how happy it is to be Japanese. I love Japan, I really do … Wei, let's make a promise. When you finish this internship, and there's a phone in the single room, let's do something like this once, okay …"
"…" There was a terrifying silence. Masanori Tian Yu couldn't stop laughing on the bed. She held the phone far away. After a while, the woman's furious screams could still be heard from the other side of the phone.
"Masanori Tian Yu!
Go to hell — "
After teasing his girlfriend, his mood relaxed.
That night, he fell asleep comfortably.
According to the schedule, Kelly Fornim would arrive in Jianghai in four days. However, at around three o 'clock in the morning, the phone rang in the room Jiaming, Lingjing, and Shasha were currently renting.
Jiaming opened his eyes. When he got up, Lingjing was already rubbing her eyes and getting off the bed. "Mm … I'll go …"
She reached out and touched Jiaming's chest, indicating that he should go back to sleep. Shasha, who was in a deep sleep, was hugging him like an octopus. If she wanted to get up, it would definitely be troublesome.
The young girl, who was wearing white cotton shorts, put on a coat and rubbed her eyes as she walked into the living room. "Hello … Oh, Mom, what's the matter?"
"Jiaming?
He's sleeping in the room … "Hearing his name, Jiaming straightened up from the bed. The young girl waved her hand, indicating that he should go back to sleep. Then, her voice couldn't help but become nervous." What?
Third Grandpa has a cerebral hemorrhage?
I'll wake him up right away … Ah?
Then … Okay, we'll ask for leave tomorrow and go over. Mm … Okay … "
She gently hung up the phone and ran back to the bed. Jiaming lifted the blanket and covered her body. "What's wrong?
Third Grandpa has a cerebral hemorrhage? "
The Third Grandpa they were talking about was one of the few elders from the previous two generations of the Huang family. Lingjing leaned on Jiaming's body and looked at him. She softly said, "Mom said that Third Grandpa heard that Second Uncle was going to be sent to court and was so anxious that he had a cerebral hemorrhage. He was sent to the hospital … but he couldn't be saved …"
There were many people in the Huang family, but Lingjing's family wasn't directly related. They were just distant relatives. She had only met this Third Grandpa a few times, but she had always respected her elders. At this moment, she was sad and didn't say anything for a while.
Jiaming hugged her and sighed. "What did Mom Ye say …"
"We'll apply for leave tomorrow to go back and prepare for the funeral. Mom said that since you're a direct descendant, I'm afraid you'll have to apply for a few more days, preferably a week. I won't limit it, but I want to accompany you …"