Siheyuan: My wife is Xu Huizhen

Chapter 617

Just when Zhao Yaojie was secretly thinking that something was wrong, He Yuzhu made an unexpected move and advanced instead of retreating.

He was agile, like a ferocious cheetah ready to pounce, exuding a fierce aura. With an almost ghostly and unbelievable speed, he rushed into Zhao Yaojie's arms like an arrow from a bow.

Immediately afterwards, He Yuzhu exerted force, first lowering his shoulders slightly, and then suddenly pushing them upward and forward. This push concentrated all his strength and was full of force.

The great force hit Zhao Yaojie's abdomen accurately and without error. Zhao Yaojie felt as if his abdomen was hit hard by a suddenly collapsed mountain, or as if it was hit hard by a powerful sledgehammer. In an instant, a piercing pain came over him like a surging tide.

The severe pain made his body lose balance instantly. His feet were out of control and he staggered back a step involuntarily, leaving two shallow marks on the ground caused by the friction of the soles of his shoes.

Then, He Yuzhu turned his body slightly, lowered his right shoulder slightly, and gathered strength for a moment. His arm was like a steel rod wrapped in a thousand pounds of force. With an indomitable momentum and a whistling wind, he swiftly hit Zhao Yaojie's chest with an elbow.

This fierce elbow, with an extremely tricky angle, was like a black lightning, accurately piercing Zhao Yaojie's vitals.

Zhao Yaojie couldn't dodge in time. He felt as if his chest was hit head-on by a towering mountain collapsing. His internal organs seemed to shift instantly. The severe pain overwhelmed him like a surging tide. His breathing became rapid and difficult. His throat felt sweet and he almost vomited blood.

His eyes were filled with horror and disbelief. He never imagined that the situation would suddenly reverse to this point.

Before Zhao Yaojie could finish his thoughts, He Yuzhu's fist, wrapped in a fierce gust of wind and with a tremendous force, came down viciously on his chest.

This punch was like a giant hammer swung by an ancient god of war, carrying with it immense vitality and accompanied by a whistling wind, breaking through the air defense line and hitting Zhao Yaojie hard.

That vital energy, like a group of crazy beasts breaking free from a cage, plunged into Zhao Yaojie's body with lawless bravery.

In an instant, Zhao Yaojie felt countless steel needles piercing his meridians, and the vital energy turned into brutal energy flows, raging wildly along the meridians.

They rushed forward recklessly, and every impact caused the meridians to suffer the pain of tearing. Under this brute force, the meridian walls twisted and deformed, as if they would break in the next second.

This swift impact of vital energy was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, it crossed numerous obstacles and rushed towards Zhao Yaojie's dantian, and was about to touch the crucial dantian.

Zhao Yaojie felt as if his dantian was hit by a heavy hammer, and a piercing pain suddenly came over him, as if there was a powerful force that could destroy the world and was determined to force his dantian to break through.

In an instant, all the blood seemed to be drained from his face, turning pale as paper and lifeless.

Dense beads of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably, dripping onto the ground under his feet, leaving a small wet mark.

In that mysterious world with a strong sense of martial arts, Zhao Yaojie was dressed in a dark suit, with an innate arrogance in his eyes. He was originally full of confidence and believed that He Yuzhu, who was dressed in a plain robe, was just a person who overestimated his own abilities.

There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, his hands were behind his back, and the vitality in his body was like a nimble snake, swimming freely, as if announcing to those around him that this duel was no suspense.

But just when he was sure of victory and even began to plan the glory after victory, an unexpected change suddenly occurred.

An invisible ripple seemed to spread in the air, and then a strange and cold force rushed towards Zhao Yaojie's lower abdomen like lightning.

The dantian, which was originally filled with vigorous vitality, and whose vital energy was as active as a living thing, and could be driven by his mind and controlled like a galloping horse, seemed to be shrouded by an indestructible dark barrier in an instant. The familiar vital energy was instantly locked in a dark cage where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

Zhao Yaojie was shocked and subconsciously tried to mobilize his vital energy, but found that he had lost all sense of it, as if a thick barrier completely separated him from the core source of power in his body.

This sudden change was like a towering building that had cost countless efforts to build, but in an instant it lost its foundation deep underground. It collapsed with a loud bang, accompanied by an earthquake, leaving behind only panic and helplessness.

In just this moment, so short that it could be almost ignored, it seemed as if there were a pair of invisible giant hands between heaven and earth, wantonly fiddling with the source of power in his body.

The inner strength that was originally as powerful and majestic as the deep sea, was like a flood that broke through the dam, pouring madly into the unknown abyss.

His strength was like a waterfall hanging high in the sky, cascading down at a dizzying speed.

When he was a master of the realm of transformation, the powerful aura emanating from his body was enough to change the weather and silence the world. But now it has disappeared like a dream bubble.

In a blink of an eye, he plummeted from the awe-inspiring peak of the Transformation Realm to the ordinary Ming Jin realm, as if he had fallen from the clouds into hell. The huge gap filled his eyes with disbelief and deep confusion.

"Puff!" An extremely dull sound, like the death knell from the Nine Nether Hell, echoed mercilessly between heaven and earth, just like the cold and cruel verdict of fate.

Zhao Yaojie suddenly felt a strong fishy and sweet smell, like a turbulent undercurrent surging wildly in the depths of his throat.

Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out of his mouth like an arrow shot from a bow, carrying with it endless power.

The blood drew a dazzling arc in the air, and under the sunlight, it reflected a terrifying and strange red light, like an evil flower blooming in a desperate situation but carrying a deadly breath.

At the same time, his body seemed to be hit hard by an invisible and powerful force, and he retreated backwards completely uncontrollably.

This retreat was several times faster than his previous attack, which was as swift as a tiger or leopard pouncing on its prey.

At this moment, he was like a kite whose wings and string were broken by the violent storm. He was swaying in the strong wind and flying backwards uncontrollably.

"Plop." Zhao Yaojie's body fell straight down the steps of the villa like a kite with a broken string, and hit the ground heavily.

The solid ground seemed to have turned into a soft swamp. His legs went weak, his knees suddenly bent, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

His body was trembling slightly, his hair was messy and stuck to his sweaty cheeks, his eyes were full of disbelief and shock, and his pupils were slightly dilated due to extreme astonishment.

His mind was in turmoil, with countless thoughts flashing through his mind. He couldn't understand how the situation could suddenly reverse in such a short moment, and how all this happened.

At this moment, Lin Wanting, who was standing aside, had her eyes wide open like copper bells, and the surprise on her face had reached the extreme.

From the moment He Yuzhu stepped into this luxurious villa, her eyes were drawn to it as if by a magnet, and she never shifted her focus away from this thrilling confrontation.

In her eyes, He Yuzhu was like a lone boat, struggling and in a miserable state under Zhao Yaojie's fierce attack like surging waves.

Every time Zhao Yaojie flashed and swung his fists and feet like lightning, it hit her heart like a heavy hammer, making her more and more certain that He Yuzhu was one undoubted step closer to the abyss of failure.

However, just when she was certain that the winner had been decided and that the competition was over, in a flash, the situation suddenly changed like a raging tsunami, setting off earth-shaking storms.

Senior brother Zhao Yaojie, who had been in the upper hand on the court with his fierce offensive, suddenly became disorganized and staggered. At this moment, he was like a stray dog ​​running around with its tail between its legs, and was defeated in a very miserable way.

This scene was completely different from the scene she had repeatedly imagined in her mind before the game.

She seemed to be frozen in place by a spell, her eyes wide open, her feet rooted to the ground, her eyes filled with a thick, inextricable disbelief, as if everything before her was just a bizarre and absurd dream.

Her lips trembled slightly uncontrollably, and as they opened and closed, it seemed as if thousands of words were swirling on the tip of her tongue, but the sudden shock choked her throat so tightly that she couldn't utter a single word.

Her hands unconsciously covered her mouth, her nails almost digging into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain at all. She was completely immersed in this huge shock and couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

She stood frozen in place, her feet seemingly nailed to the ground, unable to move, like a statue suddenly frozen in time and covered in dust.

Her eyes were empty and blank, like a deep pool, without any focus, just staring straight at Zhao Yaojie at the bottom of the stairs.

At this moment, Zhao Yaojie's hair was scattered messily on his forehead, blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his clothes were tattered. His miserable appearance was like an extremely sharp and cold dagger, piercing straight into her heart, causing her heart-wrenching pain.

Then, her gaze mechanically turned and slowly turned to He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu looked calm, his face as usual, his posture as straight as a pine tree, and he stood there calmly.

The fierce fight just now, which was so thrilling and even seemed to change the color of the world, seemed to be just a piece of cake for him, as easy as brushing away a piece of dust that accidentally fell on his shoulder, without leaving any trace.

This extremely strong, almost world-shaking contrast was like a sudden bolt of lightning that cut through the dark night sky, striking Lin Wanting's mind with a "swish", instantly causing her brain to go blank.

At this moment, all the surrounding sounds were quietly isolated.

The breeze gently rustled through the leaves, which should have made a pleasant rustling sound, but at this moment it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier; the faint bird calls coming from afar, the clear and melodious sound seemed to have never existed.

At this moment, it seemed as if the only two people left in her world were the two people in front of her, one in a mess, the other calm and composed. Her heart was filled with complex emotions of endless confusion and deep shock, which made her heart churn and mixed.

After a long, long time, Lin Wanting finally came back to her senses slowly and with difficulty from this brief but seemingly endless trance.

Her eyes gradually focused, her thoughts tangled in her mind like a tangled mess, and she belatedly began to sort out the ins and outs of the matter in her mind.

Originally, in her deeply rooted cognition, He Yuzhu was just a simple-minded, strong-limbed young man who only knew how to act recklessly and impulsively based on his passion, and would go to his death without caring about the consequences.

However, at this moment, when she calmed down and thought back, she was shocked to realize that before stepping into this door, He Yuzhu must have thought carefully for countless days and nights.

In those days, he might be alone in a dim room, facing a table full of maps and notes, repeatedly weighing and considering every word, breaking down every detail and carefully planning every move.

He carefully considered all possible situations, from the opponent's deadly moves to the subtle terrain of the venue, and repeatedly deduced them in his mind until he constructed a comprehensive and foolproof response plan. Only then did he have the confidence to come alone and fearlessly to challenge.

When he stepped through the door, the confidence and composure that naturally emanated from him, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes were as firm as iron, were definitely not something that an unprepared, reckless and impulsive person could fake.

He Yuzhu is like a top hunter lurking in the deep darkness, having experienced countless life-and-death games. The sophistication accumulated over the years makes every subtle move of his like a carefully crafted chess game, hiding subtle mysteries.

He held his breath, his figure blending quietly with the shadows around him. Only his eyes, like lone stars in the cold night, were as sharp as torches, not missing any slight movement, and always alert.

He knew very well that in this duel between masters, impatience was a deadly poison, so he waited in endless silence, with a patience as firm as a rock, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike a fatal blow and decide the outcome.

Just now, that lightning-fast moment, as fleeting as a meteor across the night sky, was like a ray of dawn, and it was exactly the opportunity he had been thinking about and dreaming of day and night.

In an instant, a cold light flashed in He Yuzhu's eyes, and he attacked without hesitation. His whole body was like an arrow shot from a bow, and his movements were as swift as a cheetah pouncing on its prey. With an indomitable momentum, he hit the target accurately and without error, vividly demonstrating his astonishingly powerful strength, as well as his resolute and unquestionable heroic spirit.

However, Lin Wanting was not completely desperate.

Her gaze seemed to be pulled by a silk thread, slowly moving away from Zhao Yaojie's painful and almost twisted body.

In an instant, a flash of inspiration flashed through her mind like lightning, and she suddenly remembered that her master Zhao Yunhai was meditating at home at the moment.

Master Zhao Yunhai is a well-known figure in this world of mixed people, and his strength is unfathomable.