Chapter 110 Waiting for Xu Fan_1
Having finished speaking, Xu Fan began to practice the moves of Martial Venerable Combat Techniques with punch after punch, kick after kick.
Martial Venerable Combat Techniques is an incredibly magical martial cultivation method that Xu Fan obtained in his previous life in the Cultivation World.
Martial cultivators take the martial path to enlightenment; they do not cultivate True Qi but focus on Martial Arts Techniques instead. Yet through their Martial Dao Cultivation, they can match cultivators blow for blow.
The strongest martial cultivators can punch to shatter mountains, kick to sever rivers, embodying Vajra Indestructible.
This Martial Venerable Combat Techniques was a secret manual given to him by a martial saint he had met in his previous life.
The members of the War Wolf Squad, although not suited for the cultivation of genuine cultivation techniques, could still manage to practice martial cultivation techniques to some extent.
Even if they couldn’t reach the high realms of martial cultivation, just mastering the basics would increase their strength three to fourfold compared to their current level.
Moreover, Xu Fan was a master alchemist. He had purchased many herbs from Zhi Shen Tang, which could be used to make some of the most basic elixirs to help strengthen the bodies of the War Wolf Squad members.
With the internal support of elixirs and the external training of Martial Arts Techniques, the growth rate of the War Wolf Squad would be absolutely terrifying.
The War Wolf Squad members were now completely captivated by Xu Fan’s demonstration of Martial Venerable Combat Techniques.
In the technique demonstrated by Xu Fan, each punch and kick, though seemingly slow, could stir the surrounding airflow into a gentle rotation. Each punch carried a whoosh of strong wind, and one did not need to be hit to know the terror of the punch’s power.
Less than two minutes later, Xu Fan finished the full set of moves, slowly sweeping his gaze over everyone.
The minds of the War Wolf Squad members had been wholly attracted to Xu Fan’s demonstration of Martial Venerable Combat Techniques.
“Now everyone, follow me and start practicing!” Xu Fan said, having taken the initial stance of Martial Venerable Combat Techniques.
The team members, eager and determined, began to learn along with Xu Fan.
This time, Xu Fan moved very slowly. The sequence that took two minutes before now took a full five minutes to complete. Fortunately, the coordination of the War Wolf Squad members was very good, and they could mimic even the high difficulty moves presented by Xu Fan.
After the second round, Xu Fan immediately started the third, breaking down the movements.
This time, Xu Fan began to slowly demonstrate Martial Venerable Combat Techniques. With each move, he explained its application, the key points of attack, and the connection with the next move, along with the techniques for alternate variations.
Breaking down each move, Xu Fan spent a total of thirteen minutes explaining them. During this time, the War Wolf Squad members listened so intently they nearly became entranced, fearing their minds were too dull and that they might miss any key points.
After Xu Fan finished, he said to everyone, “Now, each of you start practicing the punches from memory. Before the sun sets, each person must practice at least fifty times. This set of punches can slowly help you recover your strength. The fatigue you feel from your earlier exercise will gradually disappear as you practice the punches.”
Upon hearing Xu Fan’s order, everyone immediately started practicing eagerly, while Xu Fan called Su Jingfeng out of the team to supervise everyone’s movements and timely offer corrections.
Su Jingfeng was rather talented, having learned about seventy to eighty percent of Xu Fan’s Martial Venerable Combat Techniques after only three rounds. While not perfect, he was capable enough to guide the other members of the War Wolf Squad.
After assigning the task, Xu Fan’s phone suddenly rang with a call from a local Zhonghai number he didn’t recognize.
Sliding his phone to answer, a stranger’s voice came through.
“Hello, is this Mr. Xu Fan? We are from the housekeeping company. We received your commission today to clean your house, but there has been an incident at your residence. Could you come home right away?”
“What happened?” Xu Fan asked in surprise.
“There have been some crime clues discovered in your home, and a person claiming to be an investigator has come to look into it. However, only our cleaner was present, so we got in touch with you through them.”
“All right, I’ll head back immediately,” Xu Fan replied and hung up the phone. Then he took out his mobile phone and started to check the surveillance system at home.
To his surprise, upon opening the surveillance system, it showed that all the cameras were offline.
A flicker of doubt crossed Xu Fan’s mind; someone had definitely tampered with his home surveillance network, or had turned off the power supply to the system.
Without further hesitation, Xu Fan rapidly issued commands to Zhao Xiaoqing and Su Jingfeng, then left the training ground, drove his Audi, and sped toward his home.
As long as Tongtong was safe and sound, Xu Fan was not afraid of whatever situation he might find at home.
Inside the Star of Zhonghai Villa, Iron Hand Master comfortably sat on the second floor sofa, eyeing Triangle Tiger with a predatory gaze.
Meanwhile, Triangle Tiger, looking anxious, held his mobile phone and squatted on the floor, his forehead glistening with sweat.
A series of notification sounds, “Di Di Di,” came from Brother Hu’s phone.
He hurriedly checked it and saw a WeChat message from his underling, Yellow Hair, “Brother Hu, it’s all taken care of. The housekeeping company has contacted the owner of the villa. He said he will rush back immediately.”
“Boss, we’ve made contact with the owner of this place!” Brother Hu presented the phone to Iron Hand Master with the reverence of presenting a treasure. Iron Hand glanced coldly at the phone’s screen and nodded slightly, yet he did not fully trust Brother Hu’s message, warning him cautiously, “You better be sure about the reliability of this information. If he doesn’t come, you’ll get another scar on your face, and I guarantee, this one will be fatal!”
“Master, even if you lend me three extra doses of courage, I wouldn’t dare to deceive you!” Triangle Tiger said with a face full of smiles, nodding submissively to Iron Hand Master.
“That’s best. Once the owner of the villa arrives, I might spare your life. Then, you take your underlings and get as far away as possible,” Iron Hand Master coldly warned Triangle Tiger.
“Of course, we will leave as quickly as possible,” Brother Hu promptly assured Iron Hand Master, patting his chest.
“Ask your men how the cleaning is going. If it’s almost done, head back to the car to stand by. There’s no need to stay in the villa any longer. However, you must bring me the car keys upstairs. Only after I approve, may you leave.”
“Yes, yes, whatever you say, Master,” Brother Hu hastily took out his phone to call his underlings and ask about the cleaning progress.
His underlings had already cleaned up the first floor, leaving the rooms sparkling clean, but several were drained from the effort, with some barely able to stand up straight.
“If you’re done cleaning, then head to the vehicles. But have Yellow Hair bring the car keys to the first-floor stair corner and toss them up to me. Without my order, none of you are allowed to leave!” Brother Hu commanded authoritatively.
“Understood!” the underlings agreed in unison. Although they were unclear about Brother Hu’s intentions, their carefree nature welcomed resting in the cars over cleaning here, so they gathered their cleaning utensils and boarded the two vehicles they had arrived in. Only Yellow Hair ran to the stair corner and, following Brother Hu’s instructions, threw the keys of the two cars upstairs.
Throughout this time, Brother Hu’s underlings had never seen Iron Hand Master’s true face.
Only Brother Hu had seen Iron Hand Master’s real face, which sent chills through him. He couldn’t help but fear that once the villa owner arrived, Iron Hand Master might kill to silence witnesses.
The more Brother Hu thought about it, the more he considered fleeing, but Iron Hand Master’s brutal gaze froze him in place, and he obediently stayed on the second floor.
Although Iron Hand Master could potentially go back on his word and not release him, if Brother Hu attempted to escape now, his death would be certain. With no other way out, Brother Hu could only hope that the villa owner was a bigger boss than Iron Hand, capable of matching him in might, so that in their struggle, he could make a clean escape when the moment was right.
As he pondered his options, Brother Hu suddenly heard a swift movement.
He quickly looked up.
He saw a lean figure that, unbeknownst to him, had silently appeared on the second floor.