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Chapter 62 - 62 56 Four Uses of Chopsticks_3

Author: Just Like Water
updatedAt: 2025-06-18

?62: Chapter 56: Four Uses of Chopsticks_3 62: Chapter 56: Four Uses of Chopsticks_3 “After the stab, withdraw quickly.

    This will cause rapid blood loss from the carotid artery, and the blood will spray out.

    Even in a hospital, it would be too late for rescue.

    However, this technique requires extremely high skill.

    A slight misplacement means a complete failure of the assassination.”

    It was only three moves, and it all took just three minutes.

    Old Chen’s face was calm, but his eyes were filled with anticipation for Gao Yi’s astonishment.

    “Okay, these are the three moves you need to train.

    It’s a skill that requires long-term practice.

    Once you grasp the knack, you can practice slowly.

    For now, try it yourself.

    Long-term training will be your own responsibility, so ask any questions you have now.”

    It sounded like four moves, but why did he stop after only three?

    Gao Yi immediately asked, “Teacher, what is the fourth usage of the chopsticks?”

    Old Chen calmly said, “The fourth usage of chopsticks, and the most important one, is…

    eating!”

    Gao Yi was taken aback, while Sean couldn’t help but laugh.

    Sean had a reserved personality, so he wasn’t the type to laugh out loud, but the fact that he couldn’t help but laugh indicated that Gao Yi’s question was funny and Old Chen’s answer was humorous.

    It seemed this was an old routine, but was eating really something to be brought up in a class at an assassination training camp?

    Gao Yi was confused, but he didn’t press further, while Sean couldn’t help but smile and said, “Are these skills a completely different experience for you?”

    Gao Yi nodded.

    Old Chen directly said, “Start practicing.”

    There was a human model in front of Gao Yi too.

    As soon as Old Chen ordered the practice to begin, Gao Yi immediately picked up the chopsticks.

    Skill doesn’t depress the body; the art of killing is still an art.

    Gao Yi’s chopstick went awry; he poked the model’s nose, and his strength was so great that he broke the wooden chopstick.

    Without hesitation or pause, Gao Yi withdrew his hand and smoothly stabbed the half-piece of the chopstick into the model’s neck, right at the position of the carotid sinus.

    Poking the nostril was inaccurate, but hitting the deadly spot on the neck was spot-on.

    The reason was simple: Gao Yi had practiced it.

    Dropping the broken chopstick, Gao Yi picked up another and lightened his force.

    One, two, three times.

    The third time, he accurately poked the chopstick into the model’s nostril.

    It wasn’t too hard, just a bit of practice to find the accuracy, and the rest was just becoming adept with practice.

    Then, Gao Yi casually picked up another chopstick from the table and kept stabbing it into the model’s nostril, never failing again.

    Once Gao Yi shifted his focus from the model and no longer looked at it, he swung his arm and drove the chopstick into the dummy’s eye, penetrating the back of the head without needing his left hand to guide.

    Sean’s mouth fell open, and Old Chen seemed slightly dazed, his eyes wide open.

    Gao Yi looked towards Old Chen and respectfully whispered, “Teacher, is there really a fourth usage of chopsticks?”

    Old Chen swallowed and asked, “Have you practiced this before?”

    “No, truly no.”

    “With my usual experience, mastering this move takes at least a month, and that’s fast.

    Are you saying you’ve never practiced it before?”

    Old Chen was genuinely anxious, and his pride was hurt.

    Gao Yi hesitated, then said, “I’ll tell you why if you tell me the fourth usage of the chopsticks.”

    Without waiting for Old Chen to answer, Gao Yi suddenly thrust two fingers into the eyes with his left hand, the middle finger knuckle protruded to strike the carotid sinus, the left hand came down to hit the dummy’s throat, right hand shook, and a punch landed on the dummy’s chest.

    The dummy didn’t fly away or even fall, but a large dent formed on its chest.

    It wasn’t a predefined move; Gao Yi just wanted Old Chen to see his punching power, speed, and accuracy in hitting the acupoints; of course, he hit only one acupoint, which in modern medical terms was called the carotid sinus.

    Old Chen closed his mouth; his beard twitched, and then he suddenly said, “The fourth usage is to use the chopstick as a hidden weapon, throwing it to stab the eye and penetrate the brain, killing someone in an instant.

    However, this move is just a legend, don’t take it seriously, let’s just leave it at that.” Sear?h the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    With that, Old Chen pulled out a stack of cash from his pocket, grabbed Sean’s hand, and placed the money in his hand, saying, “You can go now.”

    Sean stood dumbstruck, holding the money, making clucking sounds without knowing what to say.

    Gao Yi quickly said, “Chen…

    Teacher, I just want to learn some assassin’s skills.”

    Old Chen took a step back, glaring at Gao Yi with resentful eyes, “Looking for trouble, aren’t you?”

    Old Chen was so angry that he didn’t speak English.

    Sean suddenly closed his mouth, then he again offered the money, earnestly saying, “Sir, it’s a misunderstanding.

    We don’t need to learn fighting skills, nor killing skills, just teach him how to approach targets, the experience, the insights.”

    Old Chen didn’t take the money; Sean placed the money on the table, turned to Gao Yi, and said, “I’ll go first, you lack experience, learn well, goodbye.”

    Sean was smart; he knew staying would make it harder for Old Chen to step down, so he turned and left.

    As planned, Sean went to Paris to prepare, if there was any news he would call Gao Yi over; if not, Gao Yi would stay here to learn.

    Now only Gao Yi and Old Chen were left, Gao Yi didn’t know what to learn, and Old Chen had no desire to teach.

    It’s just unclear how to break this awkward situation.

    Finally, Gao Yi picked up another chopstick from the table, walked forward a few steps, turned around, and flung the chopstick from his hand.

    The chopstick spun twice in the air and stabbed next to the dummy’s nose bridge, penetrating about a centimeter—enough to make the chopstick stick to the dummy’s face without falling.

    Gao Yi whispered quietly, “Teacher Chen, the fourth usage you mentioned, is it like this?”

    Old Chen, watching the chopstick on the dummy’s face, his expression alternating between cloudy and clear, finally became stern and coldly said, “So, you came here to challenge us!”

    With that, Old Chen suddenly drew a semicircle with his left hand in front of him, then clenched his left fist towards the side while taking a half step back with his right foot, right hand clenched into a fist to his waist, adopting the starting stance of Hsing Yi Boxing.

    As Gao Yi was taken aback, Old Chen suddenly drew a gun from his right side, abruptly stood up, aimed the gun at Gao Yi’s head, and fiercely commanded, “Get out!”

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