The airport was vast and expansive. In the small town nearby, no one knew that a thrilling scene was unfolding on the runway.
Qin Moya had retreated ten meters away. She didn't plan to flee alone. Although she didn't realize it, even if she wanted to leave, she couldn't. Qin Moya pulled out her police pistol. Her marksmanship was decent, and she was prepared to assist Chen Yang at any moment.
Despite her good marksmanship, Qin Moya's gun was just a toy to a master like Li Yang. He didn't take her seriously at all and would never allow her to pose even a slight threat to Long Xuan.
In the field, Long Xuan and Chen Yang stood facing each other.
Chen Yang appeared relaxed, but inside, he was extremely tense. He had a plan in mind: with Qin Moya present, he couldn't think of escaping. The more he tried to flee, the quicker he would die. His only chance was to quickly kill Long Xuan and then deal with Li Yang. Only then would he have a slim chance of survival.
Chen Yang couldn't help but curse inwardly. Bai Yinshuang had set him up. Didn't she say there were no experts in the Xuan Yi Sect? How did these two show up out of nowhere?
At that moment, Long Xuan suddenly attacked.
In the dark night, Long Xuan moved like a sharp sword, striking swiftly.
Beichen One Blade Style!
In the blink of an eye, Long Xuan closed the three-meter gap between him and Chen Yang, appearing directly in Chen Yang's centerline. He struck with his palm, as sharp as a blade, aiming fiercely at Chen Yang's chest.
In an instant, the blade's energy exploded, cold and swift!
Chen Yang was secretly startled. Long Xuan had reached the stage where there was no blade in hand, but a blade in the heart. His blade intent permeated his entire body, a truly astonishing level of mastery.
However, despite Long Xuan's terror, Chen Yang was a proud individual. He had practiced martial arts with his master since childhood, had triumphed in countless life-and-death situations, and had never been defeated. He had encountered many brilliant talents, but they all fell at his hands.
Facing Long Xuan's fierce hand-blade, Chen Yang clenched his fist fiercely, protecting his chest. As he clenched his fist, it emitted a heartbeat-like sound, executing the Heart-Guarding Punch!
If Long Xuan's hand-blade collided with the Heart-Guarding Punch, the result would be devastating. Long Xuan was slightly surprised but dared not clash directly with the Heart-Guarding Punch. He stepped into Chen Yang's centerline, transforming his hand-blade into a heavy hammer punch. In a flash, he struck fiercely at Chen Yang's Heart-Guarding Punch.
Chen Yang was on the defensive. With Long Xuan's fierce onslaught, the two were equally matched. Such a collision would disrupt Chen Yang's energy and blood, forcing him back three steps. Once Chen Yang retreated, Long Xuan would gain the upper hand and unleash the essence of Beichen One Blade Style to defeat him.
In this critical moment, Chen Yang remained calm. He stepped forward, taking a wrestling stance with Long Xuan. Normally, one would retreat to avoid such an attack, but Chen Yang advanced instead. Simultaneously, he didn't idle with his hands. While maintaining the Heart-Guarding Punch, his other hand transformed into the Dragon Seizing Hand.
The Dragon Seizing Hand targeted Long Xuan's throat directly!
With fierce and swift force!
In a life-and-death crisis, the Dragon Seizing Hand exuded a majestic dragon's power, lethal and unstoppable. Long Xuan would surely die if hit, and Chen Yang would at most be severely injured.
With these two moves, Chen Yang firmly suppressed Long Xuan.
In Japan, Long Xuan was an absolute genius, always overwhelming his opponents with swift and deadly attacks. Today, against Chen Yang, he was on the back foot for the first time.
Qin Moya, gripping her gun, was drenched in sweat. Chen Yang and Long Xuan moved too fast for her to track, leaving her unsure of how to help.
Long Xuan had no intention of risking his life against Chen Yang's Heart-Guarding Punch. In a crisis, he swiftly withdrew three meters back, delivering a scorpion-like leg strike as he retreated.
Chen Yang initially wanted to pursue, but Long Xuan's scorpion leg strike concealed lethal intent. He had no choice but to dodge, losing the best opportunity to pursue Long Xuan.
They stood facing each other again!
In this round, Chen Yang had the upper hand.
Long Xuan and Chen Yang's expressions were serious, their bodies motionless.
Quickly, Long Xuan moved again, embodying relentless offense.
Chen Yang simultaneously launched his Rolling Thunder Punch!
Both were brimming with energy, radiating heat waves around them.
Chen Yang's Rolling Thunder Punch resembled rolling thunder, powerful and grand. Long Xuan wanted to use his hand-blade, but Chen Yang's terrifying punch forced him to switch to his heavy hammer punch.
Their fists collided, cracking the ground beneath them, forcing both to retreat three steps.
In this round, it was a draw.
Long Xuan's face was dark and solemn. In a battle, failing to gain the upper hand three times meant his momentum would wane. Losing momentum against an expert like Chen Yang meant certain death.
Long Xuan tore off his shirt, standing bare-chested. His body trembled, his joints cracking like thunder, terrifyingly loud.
At this moment, Long Xuan resembled an ancient beast.
He exuded an unmatched aura, his eyes turning blood-red, his skin glowing intensely red. He let out a furious roar and attacked again.
With unmatched ferocity!
He charged like a crashing mountain. Chen Yang's heart raced, his vision darkening.
Such momentum tempted him to retreat. But Chen Yang knew that if he stepped back, Long Xuan's next attack would be fatal.
"Thunderous Might!" Long Xuan roared, unleashing a flurry of punches.
Thunderous Might was a deadly move from Beichen One Blade Style, originally involving numerous blade strikes. Long Xuan adapted it into punches, making it even more formidable. He unleashed punch after punch, like a relentless barrage of arrows, overwhelming his opponent.
Faced with this storm of attacks, Chen Yang's eyes gleamed with boundless fighting spirit. He rooted himself firmly like an old tree, using the Wuji stance of Xingyi Boxing to stabilize. Instantly, he crouched down. Wuji turned to Taiji, dodging two punches. With a swift movement, he transitioned to Taiji, deflecting two more punches.
After the Taiji stance, Chen Yang braced himself, his chest absorbing the impact. He countered with three powerful punches, each filled with Tianxuan energy, breaking through the oncoming punch wind. After blocking three punches, he sidestepped and arched his body, launching the Taiji Cannon Punch.
Bang, bang, bang! He parried three more of Long Xuan's punches.
Long Xuan's deadly assault was countered by Chen Yang, who executed his martial skills with Taiji Boxing, deflecting every blow.
This was beyond Long Xuan's expectations. No one had ever dared to face his barrage head-on. Chen Yang was the first.
At this moment, Long Xuan's momentum finally waned. His murderous aura vanished, like a tiger without teeth. Chen Yang's eyes flashed coldly. Seizing the opportunity, he used the Antelope Hanging Horn stance.
Moving like a specter, he suddenly appeared before Long Xuan, landing a powerful punch on his chest.
Just as Chen Yang was about to strike the final blow, a muffled gunshot echoed. The sound was silenced.
Chen Yang's face changed. He sensed a bullet shooting toward his head. Abandoning his attack on Long Xuan, he dodged swiftly.
The bullet grazed his head, leaving a heated sensation.
Chen Yang hadn't outpaced the bullet but sensed the danger and evaded it just in time.
Who could outpace a bullet at such close range?
As he dodged, two more shots rang out.
Li Yang fired again, holding a black revolver. Without looking, he fired two shots smoothly.
Chen Yang couldn't dodge the second shot. His shoulder was hit, his energy disrupted, blood gushing out.
Boom!
Seizing the chance, Long Xuan charged, kneeing Chen Yang's chest viciously.
Chen Yang was sent flying five meters, crashing to the ground and sliding another five meters.
"Damn it!" Chen Yang saw stars, cursing. He felt like his organs had shifted, blood boiling, his chest and shoulder throbbing with pain.
This was the first time Chen Yang had been so severely injured.
In the past, he had always been in control in Africa.
"Chen Yang, are you okay?" Qin Moya was horrified. She saw Long Xuan approaching slowly. "Stay back!" She aimed her gun at Long Xuan, trembling. This was her first encounter with such a situation.
Long Xuan ignored her.
Qin Moya gritted her teeth and fired at Long Xuan's head. She didn't want to be like the dumb female leads on TV who never fired and had their guns taken away.
But as she fired, Long Xuan disappeared. A gust of wind hit her, and Long Xuan appeared before her, punching her abdomen.
He was a killing machine, showing no mercy.
Qin Moya flew five meters away, her gun flying from her hand. She crashed heavily, her camouflage uniform torn. Unlike Chen Yang, she couldn't withstand such a blow and fainted immediately.
Fortunately, Long Xuan hadn't been given permission by Cheng Jianhua to kill them outright. Otherwise, they wouldn't have survived Long Xuan's blows...
Chen Yang lay on the ground, struggling to rise. Blood flowed freely from his wounds, and every movement was excruciating. But his eyes were filled with a fierce determination. He couldn't afford to stay down.
Long Xuan, seeing Qin Moya unconscious, turned his attention back to Chen Yang. "You're tougher than I expected," Long Xuan said coldly, "but this ends now."
Chen Yang gritted his teeth, forcing himself to his feet. "It's not over yet," he growled. His body was battered, but his spirit was unbroken. He steadied his breath, focusing his energy.
Long Xuan smirked, preparing to launch another attack. But before he could move, a sudden roar of engines echoed through the air. Both fighters paused, looking towards the source of the sound.
A convoy of black SUVs sped onto the runway, screeching to a halt a few meters away. Armed men in tactical gear poured out, forming a defensive line. At their forefront was a tall, imposing man with a commanding presence.
"Stand down!" the man ordered. His voice was authoritative, leaving no room for defiance.
Long Xuan's eyes narrowed, recognizing the newcomer. "Cheng Jianhua," he muttered, his tone filled with disdain.
Cheng Jianhua stepped forward, his gaze cold and calculating. "Long Xuan, you've caused enough trouble. This ends here."
Long Xuan's expression darkened, but he knew he was outnumbered and outgunned. Reluctantly, he lowered his stance, stepping back. "This isn't over," he warned, before turning and walking away.
Cheng Jianhua watched him leave, then turned his attention to Chen Yang. "Are you alright?" he asked, his tone softening slightly.
Chen Yang nodded weakly. "I've been better," he admitted. "But I'll survive."
Cheng Jianhua gestured to his men, who quickly moved to assist Chen Yang and the unconscious Qin Moya. "Let's get you both to safety," he said. "You're not out of danger yet."
As they were led to the waiting SUVs, Chen Yang couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and frustration. He had survived another deadly encounter, but the threats were far from over. His mind raced with thoughts of the battles still to come and the allies he would need to gather.
As the convoy sped away from the airport, Chen Yang vowed to grow stronger, to protect those he cared about, and to finally put an end to the relentless cycle of violence that had haunted him for so long.