Chapter 107: Clash of Tigers and Wolves (Part 12)

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Among the Water Dragon Gang, Winged Wolf possessed the most agile footwork. With such agility, his eyesight naturally was sharp; he was the first to spot the Man-Wolf and also the first to sense movement on the ground. The moment he saw the Man-Wolf, his gaze caught a figure swiftly approaching the wolf’s shadow.

“Impossible! How can the speed be this fast?”

Recently, Winged Wolf had made a breakthrough in footwork, merging his already perfected foot techniques with the body movements of the Nine-Headed Staff style, creating his own unique fist power called “Red Sole.”

The so-called Red Sole involved channeling force through nine acupoints on the soles of the feet. While moving, pressing these points would boost speed by five times, as if the feet were greased, turning steep slopes and winding paths in all directions into effortless highways.

Yet even so, his running speed could not surpass the giant wolves specially bred by the wolf people. A short burst might be comparable, but sustained pursuit? Impossible!

Even with the best agility, stamina would not suffice.

But he clearly saw that the figure appeared three or four miles away, moving at least twice as fast as a charging wolf, without a single pause or rest, maintaining an extremely high frequency throughout.

Moreover, every step the person took—even from that great distance—caused a faint tremor. Flowers and grass swayed as if in an earthquake, rising and falling in unison.

This was not merely a matter of strength. It required mastery of profound internal energy techniques, and certainly more than one method. Even a master-level fist style, when explosively exerted repeatedly, would injure the body.

Thus, the ability to unleash power effortlessly in every gesture marked true mastery. For any form or stance, repeated execution would cause injury, but a truly perfected fist style could withstand ten times or more the physical punishment of ordinary styles.

The opponent’s explosive power and abnormal physique instantly alerted him: the Man-Wolf Zhao Pi’er was in serious trouble.

“Save him!”

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Meanwhile, Kou Li’s speed owed not only to his Yin-Yang Phantom Body and Tiger Pounce technique, but more importantly to his internal martial arts constitution, which withstood the compounded force of four layers of explosive energy.

After the fourfold energy stacked, Kou Li’s legs emitted white smoke and a faint mist of blood, indicating damage to his flesh.

Yet this violent accumulation of force produced incredible results, as if ten steam engines were installed in his thighs and calves, running at full throttle.

In normal full bursts, Kou Li’s Tiger Pounce could cover three zhang (about 9 meters) instantly. Now, with the quadruple explosive energy, each pounce was like a steamroller crushing everything in its path—rivers were crossed as if stepping over puddles, trees snapped like twigs, unstoppable.

Before the five Water Dragon Gang battle wolves could assemble, Kou Li caught up to the Man-Wolf Zhao Pi’er.

With knees together, he unleashed a tiger-shaped whip kick. His foot flashed with phantom speed, and a sharp cracking sound rang out as the white wolf’s head exploded under the blow.

Though Zhao Pi’er had lost his strange “undying body,” he was still a master of perfected fist arts, countering with a hip lift to fend off the wolf bite, wrist smashing the elbow, and a downward palm strike.

Before his palm could touch, five wolf-claw-like fingernails slashed down with a swift “swish.” Compared to the leopard fist’s wrist scissors, Zhao Pi’er’s claws extended half a foot, as if wolf claws were hidden in his fingertips.

But before the claws could land, a sharp pain erupted in his abdomen. Kou Li’s leg followed through without losing momentum—not only smashing the wolf’s head but exploding onto Zhao Pi’er’s stomach.

Fortunately, this was explosive energy released outward, not an internal muscle-bursting powder force, and the blow’s power had been mostly spent smashing the wolf’s skull; otherwise, it would have shredded Zhao Pi’er’s internal organs.

Still, the impact was like a steel pillar crashing down, instantly turning Zhao Pi’er’s eyes white and causing him to vomit blood uncontrollably.

However, with this kick, Kou Li’s four-layer explosive energy vanished. His legs felt wet and hollow, soft as noodles—a feeling he had only experienced once before, when he first transmigrated and his original body was gravely ill.

Clearly, despite his mastery of internal arts penetrating every pore and locking the essence, this sensation was caused by a serious hidden injury to his legs.

Kou Li lifted the half-conscious wolf-skin man and turned to leave.

Suddenly, leaves drifted down, swirling like a veil. Then, a flash of cold light gleamed under the sun as a leaf split along its central vein, unfolding like a butterfly spreading colorful wings.

Murderous intent surged!

His temple twitched violently, swelling like that of an external martial arts master. In fact, Kou Li’s physique was no less formidable than those external masters.

Northern external martial arts, whether secret or family traditions, shared a principle: through progressive external strikes, they enhanced the strength of bones, and the toughness and thickness of skin and muscles, increasing endurance and damage resistance.

Though this grueling body conditioning dulls the sensitivity of some nerves, key vital points often become far more sensitive through authentic Northern boxing methods.

Though momentarily blinded by sunlight, the swelling temple made Kou Li instantly aware of an assassination attempt.

He urged his shoulder to his elbow, elbow to hand, channeling power into fists and palms. With a snap of ten fingers and ten crisp sounds, serpent-whip energy burst from his hands, his body sliding back half a chi (about 15 cm), narrowly dodging the attack.

Only then did Kou Li see the flash of a Water Division Dagger.

“Brother Kou, what a coincidence—we meet again.”

Kou Li sneered coldly at the fleeting figure. It was none other than Winged Wolf, who had sneaked away mid-journey on the Zhu Baozi pirate ship.

Suddenly, footsteps, panting, and weapons unsheathing echoed from all directions. The wolf soldiers had surrounded them; staying longer would be dangerous.

Last time, Kou Li fought a hundred enemies alone against the armored ninja assassin squad. This time, the wolf soldiers were even more formidable—and there was no Thousand-Faced Python to play the rival factions against each other, leaving him no advantage.

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His feet struck the ground in rapid succession, heavier and heavier, each footprint deeper than the last. The mysterious use of bamboo-joint strength emerged again as he skillfully coordinated all his joints, blending attack and movement seamlessly.

One layer of explosive energy.

Two layers of explosive energy!

Three layers of explosive energy!!!

After the triple explosive energy stacked, the small bones in his legs began to creak unbearably. A sharp, bone-tearing pain seized him, and internal vision revealed shallow white cracks spreading along the bones, as if they might shatter any moment.

Indeed, hidden injuries were present—and this time, far more severe.

This inhuman pain and crushing pressure naturally delivered inhuman speed!

In an instant, Kou Li vanished from the spot, and with him, the trace of Zhao Pi’er disappeared.

“Damn, so fast!”

Originally planning to ambush, Luo Yi cursed silently. Gathering internal energy in his dantian, he formed the Nine-Character Staff stance, blood and qi spinning downward in pressure. His soles felt as if stepping on sticks, toes flexing, sliding, and propelling him forward like flying.

Kou Li’s speed surpassed even the giant wolves. The wind howled fiercely, the air crackling with successive explosions. His feet struck repeatedly with Five-Flower Tiger Exploding Punches, shape shifting from dragon to tiger, like a flying dragon trampling a tiger, shooting into the depths of the forest.

At that moment, a massive figure suddenly rose, swinging a dragon-patterned pure steel staff in a bow stance. The staff’s shadow expanded rapidly before Kou Li’s eyes, resembling the legendary iron pillar known as the Stabilizing Sea Needle.

This was no ordinary staff technique but a spinning staff art, creating a violent illusion as the staff’s shadow grew larger with rotation.

Simultaneously, Kou Li’s body seemed to produce layers of friction sounds. His image flickered as if employing a clone technique. The iron staff struck the ground with a thunderous crash.

“Get lost!!”

Kou Li’s phantom images swiftly merged into one. He sank his breath, pressed down with both feet in a tiger crouch stance, wielding the Sitting Mountain Single Whip. His dantian energy surged, transforming into the Whip God of the Dantian!

With a tremendous boom, even as the opponent withdrew the staff, though he was a powerful wolf among the Four Tigers and Eight Wolves, this fierce whip strike forced him to retreat five or six zhang (15-18 meters). The pure steel staff bent noticeably under the force.