This Martial Saint is Too Cautious
Chapter 17 - 12: The Wisdom of the Esteemed Readers

Chapter 17: Chapter 12: The Wisdom of the Esteemed Readers

A cloud of red mist had already seeped into his eyes.

"Aargh!"

A fiery, unbearably stinging sensation instantly exploded from his eyes!

Zhou Wu’s vision instantly flooded with searing crimson and black. Tears streamed uncontrollably from his eyes, completely blurring his sight.

And in the split second that Zhou Wu reeled back, covering his face with his senses overwhelmed, Lin Yan made his move!

Like a cheetah that had long been stalking its prey, he seized the perfect opportunity created by the chili powder and lunged forward!

His right fist, clenched tight, held no fancy moves. It carried all the Fist Force he had built from a month of practicing the Mountain-Splitting Fist as it sliced through the air, aimed straight for Zhou Wu’s chest—left wide open as he coughed.

This punch was fast, precise, and ruthless, aimed to inflict a devastating blow in a single strike!

"Courting death!"

Although Zhou Wu couldn’t see and was coughing nonstop, the Perception and danger-intuition of a Single-Time Skin Smoothing Martial Artist remained.

Hearing the whoosh of a fist closing in, he was both shocked and enraged, realizing he had been ambushed.

Amidst the panic, muscle memory kicked in, and he subconsciously tried to raise his dominant right hand to block or counterattack.

However, his right hand was wrapped in bandages. It was still healing, the tendons and bones not yet recovered. His ability to exert Power was naturally hindered, and his reaction was a beat too slow.

Lin Yan was already completely focused, staring intently at Zhou Wu’s every reaction. When he saw Zhou Wu’s move, his fist, which was originally aimed at the chest, suddenly changed direction mid-flight!

The Fist Momentum dipped. He changed the direct strike to a diagonal smash, no longer seeking the power of a one-hit kill. Instead, he channeled the momentum of his entire body and his Fist Force, viciously slamming it into the outside of Zhou Wu’s right elbow joint, which was only halfway raised!

CRACK!

A dull, sickening sound of bone splitting echoed.

"AAAAARGH!"

Zhou Wu let out a scream far more wretched than before. A heart-piercing, bone-deep pain shot through his right arm, causing him to lose his balance and stagger backward.

With the new injury compounding the old one, that arm was now temporarily useless!

Lin Yan pressed his advantage. He took a step forward, his left fist following close behind, and drove a heavy uppercut viciously into the area beneath Zhou Wu’s left ribs!

Though Zhou Wu’s eyes were shut, at that moment, the muscles in his left arm bulged, and he precisely blocked Lin Yan’s seemingly unstoppable punch!

THUD!

The muffled sound of flesh and bone colliding exploded in the courtyard.

Lin Yan felt as if his fist had struck a spring. The impact sent a numbing jolt up his arm, stalling his attack.

"Mountain-Splitting Fist... You’re from the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall. I am Zhou Wu, Hall Master of the Black Tiger Hall. Sir, this must be a misunderstanding. My Black Tiger Gang and the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall keep to ourselves."

Zhou Wu’s left arm was unharmed, but he didn’t pursue. Instead, he used the momentum to further increase the distance between them.

’Such tough bones and sinews. He’s a Single-Time Skin Smoothing Powerhouse, after all.’

Lin Yan’s heart tightened, but he had no intention of retreating. ’I’ve revealed my Mountain-Splitting Fist, so he can definitely guess who I am. If this man doesn’t die today, my entire family will suffer.’

"I underestimated you," Lin Yan said, his voice deliberately cold as he activated his Stone Waist Barbarian Spine Root Bone. "But with one arm crippled and your eyes blind, how many more of my moves can you take?"

"Twin Fists Inquire the Way!"

With a ferocious roar, Lin Yan swept out with his right leg.

Hearing Lin Yan’s roar, Zhou Wu subconsciously raised his left hand, but his expression changed drastically when he felt the wind from the leg sweep. He retreated, cursing, "Despicable!"

"Mountain-Splitting Force!"

Lin Yan continued to roar, but this time he thrust both fists straight forward.

’Zhou Wu was able to recognize my Mountain-Splitting Fist so quickly, he must be very familiar with it. And when a person is blind, their sense of hearing is amplified. His mind will subconsciously react to the Technique names I call out.’

’Say east, strike west.’

This was a practical fighting style he had created by combining the experiences of those who came before him.

The Technique names he shouted were completely different from the moves he actually used—a tactic specifically designed for enemies familiar with his Fist Technique.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Zhou Wu took several consecutive blows, and his breathing fell into disarray. He was already injured and could only use sixty or seventy percent of his full strength. Against such a despicable fighting style, he was already stretched to his limit.

The more chaotic his breathing, the duller his Perception became.

"Brother, spare me. All my savings are yours. I can even swear an oath never to seek revenge."

"My fortune is hidden in a secret place. I have over a thousand silver coins."

However, Lin Yan was unmoved. He just kept punching, one fist after another, enhanced by the Explosive Power of his Stone Waist Barbarian Ridge.

BAM!

The final punch landed on Zhou Wu’s right temple!

THUD!

A dull thud sounded.

Zhou Wu’s attempt to block froze. His body shuddered, then collapsed, lifeless.

Lin Yan backed away, breathing heavily as he looked at Zhou Wu’s corpse. ’Fighting above my level... this victory was extremely perilous.’

His entire set of tactics was inspired by the novels he had read in his past life, as well as the many comments from readers. In a way, he was standing on the shoulders of giants.

’In a battle between Martial Artists, strength is important, but technique cannot be overlooked.’