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Advancing to the second form of Mist-like Space, it had already begun to react with certain ancient artifacts containing Spiritual Energy, allowing it to absorb Spiritual Energy.
The benefits of Spiritual Energy were also very obvious...
Since the infusion of Spiritual Energy into his body, it had cleansed Wei Yuan's entire being, resulting in significant improvements in various physical indicators and overall attributes.
Explosive power, jumping ability, flexibility, and speed were no longer comparable to those of an ordinary person.
Moreover, during his time with Yang Ying, Wei Yuan had learned authentic martial arts from the Purple Robe Pavilion. With formal techniques and his own exceptional qualities, his skills could naturally rival those so-called martial arts masters...
Quick resolution.
At this moment, seeing a dozen thugs charging at him with machetes, Wei Yuan felt no fear; instead, he was somewhat annoyed because these people were blocking his path.
The footage transmitted to his phone showed Xu Feng preparing to gather his belongings and flee. This was something Wei Yuan had anticipated long ago; this guy had pulled so many tricks simply to escape.
After all, given his current strength, seeking revenge on Wei Yuan would be quite difficult. However, if he planned properly for an escape, it was indeed possible.
Moreover, Wei Yuan had already guessed that this guy would hide all the money obtained through dirty tricks in that house. If not for collecting these valuables, he would have likely run far away by now...
But at least now he had bought himself some time. If he acted quickly enough, he might be able to block Xu Feng. However, Wei Yuan believed he had already figured out an escape route and probably had other tricks up his sleeve.
Therefore, he needed to rush upstairs to capture him, forcing Wei Yuan to act like a martial arts movie master—facing ten opponents while leaping across rooftops...
"I'll go first; you guys cover me."
After shouting this line, Wei Yuan's movements showed no signs of slowing down as he charged forward like a gust of wind...
Since the goal is to resolve matters quickly, there is no need to waste too much time in combat. Now, Wei Yuan has gained a certain understanding of traditional Chinese medicine thanks to the annotated notes from Yang Ying on the Medicine King Divine Canon.
In particular, the Acupuncture Thirteen Articles mentioned in the Medicine King Divine Canon specifically categorize the acupuncture points on the human body into different chapters for a comprehensive understanding.
It is like the internet; in high school political textbooks, they often like to describe it as a double-edged sword. Similarly, studying medicine is also a double-edged sword, depending on how one chooses to apply it.
If one wants to save lives, they can study medicine.
If one wants to take lives, they can also study medicine.
Because those who understand medical skills know how to kill someone more efficiently. Therefore, sometimes being a patient can be quite helpless. You must understand that even if a doctor harasses you or deceives you, you cannot choose to retaliate before being discharged.
Otherwise, your life is in their hands, and at any moment, you could be treated like a lab rat. Of course, once you recover, if you want to take revenge on them, that can happen anytime.
Hospitals have now become places that everyone fears but cannot avoid visiting several times; it feels much like a funeral home. No matter how unwilling you are, when the time comes, you cannot escape...
Moreover, according to authoritative statistics, many people consider that among the most despised professions—aside from scalpers and ticket sellers at major transportation hubs—doctors and nurses with poor attitudes are definitely at the forefront.
Just think about it: someone who is already feeling unwell and confused must also worry about medical expenses. At such times, dealing with those annoying medical staff can make one wish they could just die together...
Returning to the main point, because of his research on acupuncture points in traditional Chinese medicine—especially after thoroughly studying the Acupuncture Thirteen Articles—Wei Yuan has long understood how to use acupuncture points to heal and save lives, as well as how to use them to harm and kill.
This knowledge proves particularly useful in combat situations.
Wei Yuan dashed forward like a ghost. The leader raised his machete, believing that Wei Yuan would surely not be able to dodge it as he swung down.
Who knew that Wei Yuan's speed could break the limits of the human body? Of course, it was more a test of people's eyesight, as to those around him, the speed of the descending blade seemed to slow down in comparison.
However, while his movements may have appeared slower, Wei Yuan's actions remained swift, driven by an urgent desire to quickly deal with these obstacles in his way.
After dodging the blade, Wei Yuan executed an exaggerated maneuver, fully utilizing the flexibility of his body by lifting both legs over his head and kicking towards the leader's head.
This kind of move is often seen in action movies, but it's important to note that those performing such stunts are usually professionals, like Jackie Chan or Sammo Hung, who have trained extensively from a young age.
To emphasize the difficulty of this move, many action films use slow-motion or repeated shots to highlight it, proving that even for seasoned martial artists and stunt coordinators, this is a highly challenging maneuver.
At this moment, Wei Yuan's kick was incredibly powerful. Kicking someone in the head is particularly dangerous since it targets one of the most vulnerable areas of the human body, filled with nerve endings and pressure points.
As a result, when Wei Yuan delivered that kick, the man immediately couldn't handle it, letting out cries of pain as he fell backward.
The people behind him were also preparing to rush forward; however, they were caught off guard by the force of his kick. Those who were closer were knocked down like dominoes.
One person fell backward and inadvertently took down three others behind him as if they were bowling pins.
Yet it was clear that Wei Yuan's movements were too fast for the naked eye to follow. Especially for those thugs charging forward with their blades, they mistakenly believed that Wei Yuan had tripped one of them.
Thus, none of them felt fear; after all, they believed that with so many of them on their side, there was no way Wei Yuan could take on a dozen young men armed with knives barehanded.
In reality, if they had surrounded him, Wei Yuan would indeed have been unable to manage both fronts. However, in such situations, he could easily use their momentum against them. Just like now—by kicking one away and taking down a few others in the process—he gained time to deal with the rest.
The man who had been kicked in the forehead by Wei Yuan was now lying face down on the ground, frothing at the mouth, but unfortunately, no one noticed.
Those who were knocked down by him quickly got back up, and Wei Yuan seized the opportunity to continue his assault.
In a flash, throughout the entire fight, Wei Yuan's fists had not stopped; he was merely searching for targets.
The leader and the three or four people he had knocked over were temporarily out of the picture, but there were still nearly ten left, and they were charging forward recklessly.
However, Wei Yuan was at least ten times faster than them. The guy rushing in hadn't even raised his machete when Wei Yuan made his move.
He reached out with his hand towards the man's face, extending both hands to deliver a powerful strike to the opponent's chin. Using his palm like this was less likely to injure his finger joints compared to using a fist.
But Wei Yuan couldn't afford to think about that. After a few strikes, the man was already struggling to breathe. Wei Yuan showed no mercy, retracting his hand only to grab at the man's Adam's apple.
Women generally do not have an Adam's apple or it is not prominent, so this move was effective only against men.
However, as a man, the Adam's apple area is often overlooked in a fight, yet it is a very vulnerable spot.
So with Wei Yuan striking hard with the outer edge of his palm, the man immediately rolled his eyes back in pain. Feeling that he had taken care of one opponent, Wei Yuan finally released him and threw his body aside.
But those standing behind could not see his technique at all, nor did they have time to consider what had just happened.
It was like a scene from a movie; among some street thugs—who were considered lower-tier—when it came to attacking someone, they would often chant in their minds: "Cut him down."
It was clear that these people were similarly low-class. At that moment, driven by their subconscious emotions, they still did not understand fear and charged towards Wei Yuan again.
As always, they believed that with so many of them, there was no way they couldn't take down just one person—especially one who looked somewhat weak and frail.
It was this mentality that drove them forward. Wei Yuan felt a sense of dread after witnessing such madness, especially since two had already fallen, yet some of those who had been knocked down were starting to get back up.
"How much are you getting paid to risk your life like this?"
Wei Yuan cursed under his breath, but his actions did not stop; instead, he continued to grip the person in front of him, attacking with even more ferocity.
The man felt as if he couldn't even lift his knife after being grabbed by Wei Yuan, so he decided to change tactics. Relying on his larger stature, he charged at Wei Yuan with full force.
"Looking for death?"
Wei Yuan sensed the pressure coming from him and immediately drove his knee into the man's stomach. With a powerful thrust, the man straightened up, and Wei Yuan threw a punch at his right cheek.
At that moment, Wei Yuan's punch carried tremendous force, causing the man to topple over to the left side from the impact on his right cheek.
Who knew that at this moment, Wei Yuan seemed either addicted to fighting or eager to showcase his skills? He showed no mercy.
Just as the man was about to fall, Wei Yuan delivered another punch with his left hand, striking him hard on the left cheek. The man then completely flipped over to the left.
If this process had been captured on camera, it would have been truly shocking; the man was so dazed that he fell to his knees.
Wei Yuan didn't even glance at him and simply kicked him aside, shouting at those behind who were still trying to charge forward: "Come on, bring it on!"
Wei Yuan's imposing presence was intimidating. A few of those who had the guts began to feel weak in the knees after being scared by him; they no longer had the courage to charge again.
However, this generation had grown up watching gangster films. Each one believed that as long as they were ruthless enough, their opponents would crumble. So while some started to feel weak, others remained disdainful, thinking that Wei Yuan was merely trying to scare them—who was afraid of whom?
So they charged forward again, but only two or three of them had that kind of mindset, which significantly reduced the pressure on Wei Yuan. Sometimes, morale can be just as powerful as the spirit of soldiers in battle, providing a significant boost.
The first to rush at Wei Yuan was a guy with long bangs, dyed in various colors, who looked like he had quite the "personality."
"Are you the bastard child of Parrot?"
Wei Yuan cursed inwardly.
Then he grabbed the guy's long bangs and yanked him forward, throwing a punch straight at his nose, which was adorned with a nose ring.
With that punch, blood began to spill from the guy's nose. Wei Yuan, fearing his hands would get dirty, switched tactics and executed a move called "Ear Crusher," cupping his hands and slapping down hard on both of the guy's ears.
The guy immediately lost his earlier bravado, covering his ears with his hands while trying to check his nose.
But as he touched it, tears and mucus mixed with the blood, creating a sight that was utterly disgusting.
Wei Yuan grew impatient and threw a punch upward at the guy's chin. The force of that punch sent him flying.
The guy soared into the air and landed on top of several others nearby, causing a few more to be pinned down. In total, Wei Yuan had already taken out nearly half of the dozen or so attackers.
The remaining ones watched in shock at his bravery and strength. Although their eyes were still fixed on Wei Yuan, they now radiated fear, and they began to tremble uncontrollably, losing all their previous aggression.
This was just a twenty-year-old student who seemed weak and easy to defeat. Yet in an instant, he had taken down seven or eight people with such exaggerated strength and speed.
"Is this guy even human?"
On one hand, they felt that Wei Yuan's skills were exceptional, and on the other hand, this boy who looked like a student was surprisingly ruthless in his attacks.
Each part of the body he struck was one of the most vulnerable areas, and with such force, a careless move could lead to disability or even death.
Although Wei Yuan was acting in self-defense, it was indeed a bit excessive, and it was somewhat unacceptable. Fortunately, when Wei Yuan acted, he had considered the consequences; otherwise, if someone had really died, it would have been like Lu Zhishen accidentally killing a butcher and fleeing the scene—a case Wei Yuan dared not imitate.
Where could one find Liangshan these days? If someone really died, it would be game over.
So even though he knew the situation was urgent and the opponents were all wielding machetes, a moment of carelessness could cost him his life.
However, Wei Yuan remained cautious enough not to reach the point of killing. After all, he wasn't foolish enough to risk his future and hopes for these thugs.
He had taken down so many people in just two or three minutes, which showed how extraordinary Wei Yuan's speed was.
At this moment, Zhang Sheng and Flying Eagle, who had witnessed the entire fight, all shared a similar feeling: Wei Yuan should be acting in Kung Fu movies. This kind of real Kung Fu would likely hold its own even against Jet Li and Donnie Yen...
Meanwhile, those thugs who had just been taken down by Xu Feng were now lying on the ground; in just two minutes, Wei Yuan had dealt with them all...
The remaining seven or eight people looked at each other, their faces reflecting nothing but disbelief and sudden fear...
Devil Muscled Man? Green Hornet? Terminator? A time traveler?
In everyone's minds, various speculations arose about him, but they all shared one common conclusion: this guy is not human; this guy is not human...
On the other side, among the dozen thugs wielding machetes, half of them were already on the ground. The rest were terrified and couldn't even hold their weapons steady anymore; where was their earlier courage?
But they did not have the courage, and Wei Yuan couldn't be bothered to waste time getting angry with them.
He walked forward on his own, but those guys seemed to be so scared that their legs went weak, standing in place and blocking Wei Yuan's path.
"Y-You don't come any closer!"
The guy standing at the front, holding a machete, began to tremble. His speech was not very articulate, filled with a sense of helpless accusation. Coupled with his dialogue, it easily reminded one of a village girl who had encountered misfortune.
Wei Yuan, already somewhat impatient, found this sight even more annoying.
He suddenly shouted at him, "What are you? Stand still!"
Given Wei Yuan's earlier display of strength, this guy reflexively straightened up upon hearing those words.
"Put the knife down!"
As soon as Wei Yuan said this, the person hesitated. Although he knew that even with the knife he was no match for Wei Yuan, his previous performance had been like that of a fierce god. Facing Wei Yuan now without a weapon made him feel even more unsettled.
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