Chapter 32 Mr. Wang has been slaughtering fish in RT-Mart for years, and his heart has become as cold as a knife!
The bald man turned around and saw a young man who appeared at the door at some point.

His tentacles were being held tightly in his hands.

"Ink tendons and soft bones? Has this technique been passed down?"

Wang Yuanjing asked in surprise, but the bulging veins on his arms showed that he might not be as relaxed as he appeared.

The big man's tentacles are so recognizable that you might not be able to find a second way to dig holes in the body even if you search the entire alien world.

"The little kid has good taste."

The big man narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

While they were talking, a new round of struggle started between the two. Wang Ye on the side took this opportunity to pull Wang Weiguo and Du Ge out.

In the huge presidential suite, only Wang Yuanjing and the big man were left.

After an unknown amount of time, the struggle between the two men reached its final stage. The strength in Wang Yuanjing's hands became heavier and heavier. The big man finally couldn't maintain the expression on his face and showed a look of pain.

"Click"

Three more tentacles emerged from behind the big man, slapping towards Wang Yuanjing with a whirring sound.
Ink tendons and soft bones was a technique that left a deep impression on Wang Yuanjing when he read comics in his previous life. Even Tu Junfang mentioned it many times.

This technique was popularized many years ago by a master of all arts nicknamed White Owl.

Bai Xiao's real name is Liang Ting. He is a great master who is proficient in two skills: mechanical devices and talismans. He was born ugly and was abandoned by his parents. Later, he was taken back by the leader of the Mo Jin Rou Gu lineage and taught skills.

It is not known whether it was due to his nature or his early experiences, but in a fit of madness, Bai Xiao killed the master who taught him martial arts, and massacred the entire Mo Jin Rou Gu sect, becoming the only successor of Mo Jin Rou Gu in the world. Later, after joining Quan Xing, the evil he did was too numerous to list.

Having said that, White Owl's strength should not be underestimated. He was one of the best masters of that era. In the end, he died in an accident, and his skill of Black Tendons and Soft Bones disappeared from people's sight.

I didn't expect it to appear again now.

"Hey, you can't afford to play, right?"

Wang Yuanjing looked at the three tentacles coming towards him and raised his eyebrows.

As a master of the armature mechanism and talismans, Bai Xiao's Ink Tendons and Soft Bones is naturally the product of the combination of the two skills.

This flesh-colored tentacle is called soft bone thorn and is extremely tough. Although it is a product of a mechanism, it is covered with dense nerves and is therefore extremely flexible.

at this time
Wang Ye suddenly came back and threw a sashimi knife he got from the kitchen at Wang Yuanjing.

"then!"

Wang Yuanjing caught the sashimi knife with his free hand, and the blade emitted a cold white light under the light.

"Good knife!"

He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, saying that it was worthy of being the kitchen of a five-star hotel. This knife alone would probably be sold for tens of thousands of dollars outside.

However, the moment he took the knife, the three soft bone spikes were already imminent.

A ferocious smile appeared on the big man's face.

The soft bone thorns are extremely tough. How dare any piece of scrap metal come to touch my body?
He seemed to have seen this frighteningly young opponent being whipped into a bloody mess.

"I remember, that's it."

Facing the soft bone spur that was about to hit him, Wang Yuanjing remained terrifyingly calm.

A model of a little man wielding a knife suddenly appeared in his mind, and at the same time, his knife-holding gesture slightly adjusted.
"Swish"

A flash of cold light flashed.

The moment the knife was cut, the originally extremely hard soft bone spurs were completely broken, and the cut surface was smoother than if it had been machine-processed.
Precise and elegant!
Wang Yuanjing loosened the bone thorn in his hand and silently dubbed himself in his heart.

Compared to his calmness, the bald man opposite was different. The moment his bone spur broke, he let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered. The sound echoed throughout the entire building, and even passers-by outside the hotel stopped to watch.

"what!"

"As expected of an alien, he screams louder than others!"

Wang Yuanjing sighed.

Although the presidential suite can be considered spacious, the fight between the aliens is no different from a large demolition site, and the big man's soft bone spurs are enough to cover the entire living room.

Not only that, the flexibility of the soft bone spurs also makes up for the shortcomings of the big man's bulky body to some extent.

It can be said that as long as you are in this room, it is the opponent's absolute territory. In this case, it is unwise to fight head-on.

"A gentleman is not born different, but is good at making use of things!"

"Wang has been slaughtering fish at RT-Mart for 30 years. His heart has long been as cold as a knife! Can you block this knife with 30 years of skill?"

The soft bone spurs have dense nerves, so once they are injured, the stimulation to the owner is huge, comparable to the pain caused by childbirth. For a short period of time, the big man has no power to resist at all.

That's why Wang Yuanjing was in the mood to tell jokes.

"Have you ever killed fish at RT-Mart?"

Wang Ye, who heard the noise outside the door, stuck his head out and couldn't help but ask.

"It does not matter."

Wang Yuanjing shook his head, picked up the sashimi knife and walked towards the big man who was still rolling on the ground in pain.

With a wave of his hand and a slash of the knife, the four soft bone spikes were cut off at the roots through the holes on the back.

“Is this the origin of the ink tendons?”

Wang Yuanjing looked at the blue tattoos around the hole and pondered.

At this time, the big man no longer had the strength to scream, and he said in a weak voice.

"why?"

Wang Yuanjing squatted down.

"There's nothing I can do. You're too strong! I can only use some other method."

How could he have killed any fish at RT-Mart? He had never killed a chicken in his two lifetimes, let alone any knife skills.

It's just learning and applying.

After saying this, Wang Yuanjing fell into deep thought.
"The layman would think that just swinging a bladed weapon is considered chopping."

"But if you don't control it, the angle between the blade and the force when holding the blade will cause the power to be lost."

"Such a swing is more of a strike than a chop. It's just a show of strength."

"A true chop makes the trajectory of the blade and the swinging force as close to each other as possible, and the only thing that is revealed is the light drawn by the blade."

“This is the killing.”

"It is both the foundation of swordsmanship and the secret of swordsmanship. When it is close to perfection, it is said that one can swing a slash that can be called 'bladeless'."

"And the key difference to achieve this is the posture of holding the knife."

"Whether the blade is adjusted to match the trajectory of the swing force is the key to determining the power of the strike."

"why?"

The big man continued to repeat this sentence. Even though he was about to face death, he did not want to go with doubts.

“Why so many whys?”

Wang Yuanjing couldn't bear to see others suffer.

So he squatted down and whispered in the big man's ear.

"You're not hot enough yet."

"If you were a white owl, I would turn around and leave without saying a word."

"Unfortunately, you are not Liang Ting, the White Owl, and I am not Eita the Demon Sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of the knife pierced into the big man's heart.

On his deathbed, the big man closed his eyes with satisfaction.

It turns out that the one who lost was not Mo Jin Rou Gu, but me, his unworthy descendant.

　The description of swinging a knife comes from the Rusty Iron chapter of Under One Person.

　　If readers are interested, they can go and study it, haha!
　　
　
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