God's Descent in the Magical City

Chapter 6:Three Heavenly Strikes

A-Lai surveyed his surroundings.

He thrust the knife forcefully into a door.

"Bang!"

Pointing at the knife trembling and shaking in the wooden door, he said, "Sharp, isn't it?"

Hu San, a battle-hardened veteran, had seen it all and was curious about what A-Lai intended to do. Did he have the guts to stab himself? With a sinister tone, he said, "Not bad! It's sharp enough, and your mouth is sharper than that knife."

A-Lai pulled out the knife and pointed the tip at his own chest.

Hu San sneered coldly, "You, you, what do you think you're doing?"

The audience gasped in horror, speculating that the boy must be mad or suicidal, knowing he couldn't win the fight.

A young nurse screamed, "Don't—!"

Before she could finish, A-Lai gripped the knife handle with both hands, exerted force, and with a loud shout, "Hah!" he plunged the knife into his chest. The entire blade sank in, leaving only the handle visible. His hand rested on his chest, his brow furrowed.

"Unbelievable! Someone's going to die!" someone in the audience shouted in panic.

The young nurse rushed over. "A-Lai! What are you doing?"

A-Lai calmly pulled out the knife, casually handed it to the stunned nurse, and stared coldly at Hu San.

"What's this?"

Hu San was shocked. Not a drop of blood had spurted out. He thought to himself, "What kind of sorcery is this? Damn, he really knows something."

Some in the audience began to clap.

Just as Hu San was caught in a dilemma, someone in the crowd muttered, "How is that possible? The knife must be a retractable one, just a trick."

"Ha-ha..."

Hu San suddenly realized, "A cheap trick, and you tried to fool me? You're asking for death!"

This realization only fueled Hu San's violent tendencies. Without further ado, he launched a flurry of punches—left jab, right straight, left hook—a full combination.

A-Lai dodged left and right.

Seeing that none of his punches landed, Hu San continued with rapid left and right swings, his fists moving like a fan. A-Lai was forced to retreat, unable to counterattack. As Hu San twisted around, he aimed a straight punch at A-Lai, who was gasping for air.

"Ah!"

There were several gasps from the crowd.

A-Lai knew that if he were hit by that massive fist, he would be knocked out. He quickly ducked, slipping away under Hu San's armpit.

The crowd murmured in amazement, feeling a sense of unease for the young monk.

Hu San, seeing A-Lai's agile movements, like a small loach slipping away, paused to catch his breath.

A-Lai seized the opportunity to stop and take a deep breath.

Hu San sneered, "Alright, alright, you've got some moves!"

He then turned around, pretending to be nonchalant, and lit a cigarette, his eyes never leaving A-Lai... Suddenly, he turned back and threw a swing at the breathless A-Lai.

"Ah!"

"Cheap shot!"

Someone in the crowd screamed.