Chapter 32: An Assassination in the Dead Night
Word Number：366
Author：闲穿径竹
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Release Time：2025-06-26
Even as Sun Bannong spoke, Zhigong Nierchi had already launched his assault. His iron staff swept through the air with a ferocious whoosh, each strike brimming with raw power, his movements bold and unrestrained as he bore down upon the master before him. Sun Bannong, unfazed, brandished his spear in reply. In a sudden flash, he thrust it straight for Zhigong Niechi’s face, swift and unerring as a bolt of lightning. Zhigong Niechi swung his iron staff with his right hand, striking Sun Bannong’s spear aside with a sharp crack. Almost in the same breath, his left palm shot forward, aiming squarely for Sun’s chest. Sun Bannong reacted instantly, channelling his energy into his own left hand and meeting the blow head-on. With a resounding thud, their palms collided, the impact reverberating through the floorboards, which groaned under the force. The onlookers watched in hushed anticipation as the two men remained locked in place, neither withdrawing their hand. It was a silent contest of inner strength. Liu Chengyuan, observing from the side, noticed sweat soaking through the back of Sun Bannong’s robes, beads of perspiration glistening on his brow. His breathing grew laboured, each inhale heavier than the last. In stark contrast, Zhigong Niechi stood firm, his breath as steady and untroubled as before. Liu Chengyuan grew anxious—if the stalemate dragged on, his grandmaster might not only lose but suffer grave harm to his vital energy. Without hesitation, he leapt forward, landing lightly behind Sun Bannong. Placing his left palm against the old master’s waist, he spoke in a steady voice: “Master, rest a moment. There is no need for you to engage personally against a mere Tibetan lama. Such matters are best left to the third disciple generation of Guanzhong Fist.” The moment Liu Chengyuan placed his left palm against him, Sun Bannong felt a steady, unbroken stream of internal energy coursing through his body, radiating from his waist to his very fingertips. His breath, once laboured, now flowed with ease. A thought surfaced in his mind: “He has only been away from Guanzhong Fist for a few short years, yet his inner strength already surpasses mine. It see
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