Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 79: First Encounter with Yuan Qingnan

Not everyone is a sharpshooter.

In the darkness, the four dogs could only make out a rough outline before pulling the trigger to provide cover fire.

But it was precisely this action that led to their tragic deaths.

Song Zhaowen reacted quickly, using the muzzle flash to casually throw his homemade fuel bomb, which landed squarely on Si Gou and Gui Zhua San.

The fuel canister slammed into their chests with a "thud," instantly splattering them with a clear, viscous liquid. Si Gou was stunned, not understanding what was happening, only smelling a pungent chemical odor.

The next second, crimson flames instantly turned the four dogs into fire dogs.

The screams were agonizing. Even though the two rolled around on the wet, muddy ground, the flames were impossible to extinguish. Even after their flesh was charred and the flames burned through their bones, the fire still raged.

The Four Heavenly Kings who accompanied Yuan Qingnan to Hong Kong were tragically taken offline.

The four kings of the original Qingnan gang were undeniably powerful, with their close combat, marksmanship, and ruthlessness making them top-tier members of any triad. However, they were as fragile as shrimp when faced with the combined forces of Song Zhaowen and Chen Haonan.

Each of their deaths was incredibly tragic.

Song Zhaowen felt no remorse for brutally killing Japanese soldiers.

Song Zhaowen and Chen Haonan didn't even glance at the charred corpse on the ground. Their gazes pierced through the rain and the gaps in the branches and leaves, fixed on a figure standing quietly not far ahead.

Yuan Qingnan.

He didn't take the opportunity to run away?

Yuan Qingnan glanced at the two corpses on the ground, still twitching slightly and emitting a burnt stench, his face expressionless: "It's better that they're dead. Keeping them around would just be a waste of rice."

"You guys are good." Yuan Qingnan nodded, as if evaluating two weapons: "Much better than those Hong Kong police, especially you." His gaze settled on Song Zhaowen: "Quickly agile, and also... cunning."

"Yuan Qingnan." Chen Haonan gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with hatred. "Brother B, I'll make you pay tenfold for Jiao Pi's grudge today!"

"Big B? Jiao Pi?" Yuan Qingnan seemed to think for a moment: "Don't know!"

A contemptuous attitude is like crushing an ant; it's not worth remembering.

This attitude undoubtedly enraged Chan Ho-nam.

"I'll fuck your mother, pay with your life!" Chen Haonan roared, unable to restrain himself any longer. He drew his machete and pounced on Yuan Qingnan like a mad tiger. Hatred had made him lose his mind, and he only wanted to tear his enemy to pieces.

"Anan, don't be impulsive!" Song Zhaowen shouted urgently, but it was too late.

Facing Chen Haonan's furious, all-out slash, Yuan Qingnan didn't even flinch. He merely shifted his body slightly, his movements seemingly slow, yet precise enough to dodge the blade. At the same time, his right hand, moving with lightning speed, became a blurry shadow, like a viper's hiss, lashing out and grabbing Chen Haonan's wrist holding the knife with pinpoint accuracy!

"Too slow," Yuan Qingnan's cold voice rang out.

Chen Haonan felt as if his wrist was being clamped by iron clamps, and a sharp pain shot through him, almost causing him to drop the machete. Terrified, he punched Yuan Qingnan in the face with his left hand.

Yuan Qingnan twisted his right hand, which was gripping Chen Haonan's wrist, downwards suddenly. At the same time, he silently stepped forward with his left foot, and his right shoulder slammed into Chen Haonan's chest like a battering ram!

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Chen Haonan was thrown backward as if hit by a speeding truck, spitting out a mouthful of blood and crashing heavily into the mud several meters away. The machete flew out of his hand. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, his vision went black, and he couldn't catch his breath. He struggled a few times but couldn't get up for a moment, only able to groan in pain.

In just one exchange, Chen Haonan, who attacked in anger, was severely injured by Yuan Qingnan in a way that was almost overwhelming.

Song Zhaowen's pupils suddenly contracted.

So fast, so ruthless, so precise! This is not ordinary karate or combat sports at all. This is an ancient martial art that incorporates killing techniques. Every move is designed to be the simplest and most efficient way to inflict damage.

Yuan Qingnan shook his hand as if he had merely swatted away a fly. His gaze returned to Song Zhaowen, his eyes still filled with the same disdain as if he were looking at an ant.

"Now, it's quiet." Yuan Qingnan assumed a boxing stance: "I hope you can withstand a few more punches, so I can get a little excited."

Song Zhaowen didn't reply, but his muscles were already tense and his mind was highly focused. He could feel that the Japanese man in front of him was not on the same level as the four "Heavenly Kings" from before. He was a real killing machine that had crawled out of hell.

The most dangerous battle of the night is about to begin.

He slowly removed his coat, soaked with rain and blood and cumbersome, and tossed it aside. He then assumed the starting stance of Bajiquan—the Two Forms Stance. His feet were neither too far forward nor too far back, his shoulders were relaxed and his elbows were dropped, his chest was slightly concave and his back was straight. His whole body was like a fully drawn bow, or a volcano about to erupt, as steady as a mountain, ready to unleash its power.

Bajiquan emphasizes the saying "Tai Chi brings peace to the world, Bajiquan stabilizes the universe," and is known for its fierce, violent, and close-quarters combat. However, Yuan Qingnan's ancient style of boxing clearly follows a strange, ruthless, and deadly approach.

Just then, a raindrop hit Song Zhaowen's eyelid, in the blink of an eye.

Yuan Qingnan made a move.

Without any warning, the figure suddenly blurred in the rain, moving as fast as teleportation. The distance of more than ten meters seemed to disappear. In the blink of an eye, he was already close to Song Zhaowen. Without shouting or gathering strength, a seemingly simple and direct straight punch tore through the rain curtain, carrying a dull whistling sound, and went straight for Song Zhaowen's center line!

This punch was simple and unadorned; even before the fist arrived, the sharp wind from it already stung Song Zhaowen's facial skin.

Fast, too fast!

If it were the previous Song Zhaowen, he probably could only barely block or dodge. But at this moment, his mutated eyes, with their rapidly flashing, fine diamond-shaped grids deep within the pupils, instantly decomposed, captured, and predicted Yuan Qingnan's movements! His dynamic visual capture ability allowed him to "see" the trajectory and speed of this punch.

Song Zhaowen did not choose to retreat or dodge. Bajiquan emphasizes "striking like kissing," close-quarters combat, and head-on collisions.

He took a half-step forward with his left foot, lowered his waist and hips, and his right fist spun out from his waist. He twisted his waist and exerted force, instantly channeling all his strength into his fist. A fierce "supporting punch" met Yuan Qingnan's straight punch head-on.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided, producing a dull, deafening sound, like two heavy granite blocks slamming together! Raindrops were scattered and splashed everywhere.

Song Zhaowen felt an overwhelming force coming from his fist, and his arm trembled violently.

Yuan Qingnan's body swayed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. The power of his punch was enough to break a wooden stake as thick as a bowl; an ordinary person would have their arm bones shattered long ago if they took it head-on, but the other party seemed completely unaffected.