SFS Chapter 669 A Chaotic Dance of Demons (Part 2)
Chapter 669 A Chaotic Dance of Demons (Part 2)
Chapter 669 A Chaotic Dance of Demons (Part 2)
An attack launched by a person in a panic will, in most cases, not reach the level of that person's skill limit.
Of course, if you learned this "skill" on Erxian Island, that's a different story...
In any case, Yun Shili's kick was basically a product of adrenaline and muscle memory. In addition, he also accidentally pulled his hip, so the damage caused was far less than the damage of his usual casual moves.
Even so, Situ Ao still lost half his life from that kick...
why?
Three reasons:
Firstly, the difference in martial arts skills between Situ Ao and Yun Shili is too great. As the saying goes, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Even if the other only deals 20% of the damage, the value is still higher than your upper limit. So, wouldn't the result still be a one-hit kill?
Secondly, Situ Ao was currently possessed by evil spirits, and his body was completely defenseless. Therefore, based on the theory that even when SSGSS was defenseless, he could be penetrated by Frieza's army's grunts with laser guns, it would not be surprising that he was blown up.
Thirdly... since we've already mentioned "beating them to a pulp," those who regularly read this book should already have noticed...
That's right, the third reason, and the most crucial one, is that Yun Shili's kick unfortunately landed right on Situ Ao's groin.
And you really can't blame Brother Yun for this; he's clearly not the kind of person who would immediately groin-kiss someone upon meeting them...
Normally, Yun Shili's kick should have landed on the enemy's chest or abdomen. If it landed, it would have been a powerful kick to the heart. But this time, Yun Shili missed the target and even pulled his hip forward. So, the landing point of the move had to be shifted downwards.
"Ugh—Oh! Ee—Uh—"
Whether it was luck or misfortune, two seconds later, the excruciating pain from the kick brought Situ Ao back to his senses. He then clutched his groin and collapsed to the ground, screaming repeatedly.
Yun Shili, who was "pulling his hips," was unable to follow up with a backflip after such a strike, so he temporarily changed the follow-up move to a low roll backward.
But it would have been better if he hadn't rolled; once he started rolling, he realized something was wrong...
"Why has the floor behind me turned into downward steps?"
As this thought flashed through his mind, Yun Shili had already come to his senses—it turned out that during those few seconds when the surroundings were completely plunged into darkness, it wasn't that the other person had moved behind him, but rather that he himself had been moved to the stairwell where the other person was.
Of course, that's fine.
A master like him could roll down any slope, let alone a neat set of steps. He could roll down a steeper hillside as well.
Thus, accompanied by the rumbling sound of a human body hitting wood, Yun Shili still managed to distance himself from the red-clad woman who was "out of reach".
But he never expected that the end of those downward steps would lead to...
bang——
Finally, Yun Shili rolled to the bottom.
Then he found himself lying perfectly inside a coffin that seemed to have been made just for him.
His reaction was quick; the next second he reached out to grab the side of the coffin and try to flip himself out. But before his hand could even get a firm grip, a coffin lid that appeared out of nowhere blocked his view and pinned him inside.
…………
Meanwhile, in Tang Chou's guest room.
"Why hasn't Lord Yun returned yet... Could something have happened to him?" Tang Chou was saying this seemingly pointless question, but it was exactly what everyone was thinking.
"No, no." The horseman didn't know if he was just trying to reassure himself or genuinely answering. "Brother Yun is a man with great supernatural powers. What could possibly happen to him?" He paused, then added, "Besides, as soon as he left, all those 'scratching sounds' around us stopped, didn't they? That means he did his thing quite well."
Snapped--
But before Ma Zhao could finish speaking, Cao Weier slammed her hand on the table and stood up: "No, I can't wait any longer, I have to go out and take a look."
As she spoke, she picked up her iron rod and turned to run out the door.
"Hey, little sister, why don't you reconsider?" Ma Zhao quickly stood up to stop her. "If something really happens to Brother Yun, wouldn't it be pointless for you to go out with him now?"
"Heh... Look at you, all big and burly, yet so cowardly." Cao Wei'er was equally blunt with Ma Zhao. She immediately sneered and replied directly, "Why don't you think about it the other way around? Among us, Lord Yun is the most capable. If something really happens to him, then if we continue to wait, we'll just be sitting here waiting to die. But if we can help him after we get out, then we'll still have a glimmer of hope."
Ma Zhao looked slightly embarrassed after hearing what she said, and began to hesitate.
To be fair, Ma Zhao isn't exactly timid, but compared to the "stand-ins" around him, his courage is still within the normal range. It takes time for him to break through that threshold, doesn't it?
"Okay!" After hesitating for two seconds, Ma Zhao finally made up his mind. He replied and stepped aside, then looked at Tang Chou and said, "In my opinion, if we're going, we should all go together. Otherwise, if we split up, we'll have fewer and fewer people, and we'll be easily picked off one by one."
Ma Zhao's suggestion was obviously reasonable, or rather, it didn't matter if it wasn't, because as long as he chose to go out with Cao Wei'er, Tang Chou would have to come along whether he wanted to or not, otherwise Tang Chou would be in danger if he stayed in the house.
To make a long story short, the three exchanged a few more words, and then, in the order of Ma Zhao, Tang Chou, and Cao Weier, they carefully pushed open the door and went out, keeping a few steps apart from each other.
When they came out, the corridor outside the room was still the same as before, with all the lanterns lit and nothing else unusual. So Ma Zhao looked around for a few moments and then took the lead to explore the way.
Unexpectedly, after taking only a few steps, he saw someone lying at the top of the stairs in the distance.
“Hey! That’s…” Ma Zhao immediately turned his head to the side, gesturing for the three people behind him to take a look as well.
At this distance, Tang Chou, who knew no martial arts, couldn't see clearly at all, and Xu Wei, who was following him, didn't dare to go forward either.
Fortunately, there was Cao Weier, who had a keen eye. She was the only person present who had seen both Situ Ao and Yun Shili before. So she only glanced at him and said, "Judging from his figure and clothes, that should not be Lord Yun, but a man named Situ Ao."
"Situ Ao?" Ma Zhao thought for a few seconds after hearing the name, then said, "Is it that...Chrysanthemum Prince?"
"What? You know this person?" Cao Weier asked.
“I’ve never met him, but I’ve certainly heard of him. Of course… he’s not some remarkable person.” Ma Zhao was telling the truth, but there was a hint of helplessness in his words.
This is a good opportunity to discuss a question that may have been overlooked by everyone – do people really remember the nicknames of those who are at the bottom of the social hierarchy or even at the bottom?
The answer is, of course, yes.
For example, the names of the Five Heroes of Huizhou, the Five Heroes of Jincheng, and Duanxue Dao mentioned in the previous book may be something that "is forgotten as soon as you hear about them, and it doesn't matter if you pretend to remember them when you see them again."
However, in the eyes of these ordinary people themselves, "remembering the other person's name" is very important.
Often, conflicts and frictions at the bottom of the social hierarchy are resolved by exchanging names.
For example, if you are a third-rate swordsman, and one day you bump shoulders with a third-rate knife-wielder in a public place, you are afraid of losing face, and you are also a little intimidated by the other party's martial arts skills being superior to yours. The other party has the same mentality. At this time, wouldn't it be better to go through the process of "introducing your name, saying 'I've heard so much about you,' 'It's all a misunderstanding,' and 'I wish we had met sooner' than risk your life?"
Call it hypocrisy or mutual self-promotion, but this is one of the underlying logics of how the underworld operates.
Ma Zhao, a seasoned veteran who has spent years immersing himself in the underworld and the gray areas of society, undoubtedly understands these rules better than many martial arts masters who rose to fame at a young age.
So let alone "Chrysanthemum Prince," even if there were a "Dung Prince" today, as long as such a person exists, once the name and deeds reach his ears, Ma Zhao will try his best to remember them.
However, hearing Cao Weier, a young woman whose martial arts skills had already surpassed the first-rate level, ask this question in a tone that sounded like "You even know this kind of trash?", Old Ma felt somewhat uncomfortable.
After all... who wouldn't want to be that genius who becomes famous at a young age, unaware of and needing to know all these trivial matters?
"Uh—ah—"
Two seconds later, whether or not Situ Ao on the ground heard Ma Zhao and Cao Weier's voices, he suddenly let out a groan.
"Hmm? He seems to still be alive..." Ma Zhao's nerves were on edge at this moment. As soon as he heard a noise, he immediately turned his head and stared at the stairwell.
“He might know something. Let’s go check it out.” Cao Wei’er said, then paused for half a second and added, “Walk slowly, be careful, it might be a trap.”
At this moment, Ma and Cao were clearly still wary of Situ Ao, who was lying on the ground for no apparent reason, but in fact, at least for now... they had misunderstood.
What is Situ Ao's current situation? Over there is—Jade Mountain and Crimson Water stir up turbid wheels, the slender python and the broken toad all lose their souls, the twin hills burst forth with pear blossom rain, a bag turns into green blood dust.
In this state, he certainly had no intention of harming anyone anymore; the groans he made were only because he heard voices and wanted to call for help.
As Ma Zhao, Tang Chou, Xu Wei, and Cao Weier slowly approached the other party, they all noticed that... Situ Ao's crotch was now sticky, with a lot of turbid liquid, mainly dark red, seeping through his pants and emitting a terrible smell. If it weren't for the long coat he was wearing, the injury would probably have been visible from a great distance.
"Brother, are you... alright?" Ma Zhao looked at Situ Ao's lower body, then at Situ Ao's expression. He really didn't know how to start the conversation, so he could only bite the bullet and ask.
“Fine…you…” Situ Ao, with an air of “I’d rather die than not curse you,” squeezed out the words in barely audible breath.
But before he could even finish uttering that curse, suddenly! All the lanterns around him went out again…