madnovel Chapter 59 Zhang Maqiang!
Chapter 59 Zhang Maqiang!
Sun Kuohai breathed slowly, his chest and abdomen rising and falling slightly.
The inch-force strike against the Tai Chi hammer had shaken his blood and made him shudder.
This young man's energy was not only crisp and decisive, but also profound and deep, with an almost eerie foundation.
He traversed an arc with his feet, getting even closer.
The cloud-like hands unfold, like grasping a sparrow's tail, or like pushing a mountain; the yin and yang energies subtly shroud the surrounding area.
The right hand presses down with a seemingly slow but actually fast force, reaching towards Zhou Xing's left shoulder.
Zhou Xing had already raised his listening energy; with a slight contraction and inward rotation of his shoulders, he became as smooth as a round stone.
Sun Kuohai's fingers left empty, and his wrist swept downwards, turning the press into a grab, aiming for Zhou Xing's elbow joint. At the same time, his left palm quietly emerged from under Zhou Xing's ribs, striking his right rib.
A beautiful maiden shuttles through the air.
The two hands work together, one capturing and the other striking.
Zhou Xing felt a chill run down his spine; he could clearly see the subtle signs of Sun Kuohai's shoulder movement, waist rotation, and qi surge.
He lowered his right elbow, trapping it at Sun Kuohai's wrist as he "picked" the hand, preventing Sun from getting a firm grip.
At the same time, Zuo Tong's left arm followed the path of the opponent's palm and thrust out with the same "finger strike," striking out at the same time and aiming straight for Sun Kuohai's Laogong acupoint in the palm!
Counterattack with offense, break through the surface with a single point!
Sun Kuohai was shocked; it seemed that the other party could predict his energy path!
He quickly changed his move, turning his left palm into a circle, attempting to use "cloud hands" to deflect the dangerous finger strike.
Zhou Xing's finger strike suddenly stopped midway, changing from a finger to a palm strike.
Every inch of gold is precious!
"Snapped!"
Sun Kuohai felt a numbness in his forearm, and the strength in his left arm instantly dissipated by a third. He quickly retreated, trying to regroup.
Zhou Xing followed closely, his steps slipping as he moved, still in the Wing Chun stance, but with the fluidity of the Bagua stance, always staying within five feet of Sun Kuohai.
With hands either outstretched, outstretched, or held in a sling or a pillow, the moves are simple yet always manage to lightly touch, guide, or intercept Sun Kuohai at the crucial moment when he changes his strength.
Sun Kuohai grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.
His Tai Chi listening skill is considered to be at a minor level, and he can predict the general direction of his opponent's force.
But Zhou Xing seems to go beyond just "listening" and is closer to "observing," always a step ahead of him, as if the other party is already waiting there the moment Zhou Xing has a thought.
When Tai Chi's listening energy is practiced to a high level, it becomes "others do not know me, but I alone know others."
But how is that possible?
This kind of advanced "listening to the force" skill cannot be mastered without decades of "brushing" (or "scraping") practice.
How old is this person?
"Bang! Crack! Tap!"
Several muffled or crisp sounds rang out in the opera house.
The two figures moved so fast it was dazzling, but anyone with eyes could see that Sun Kuohai was mostly on the defensive and less on the offensive, his breathing was rapid, and his steps were already disordered.
"Bang!"
Sun Kuohai was once again shaken by a tricky "pillow hand" strike, leaving his center wide open. He had no choice but to unleash a "single whip" to attack instead of defend.
Just now.
From the side, Wu Liuzhi, who had been standing still, suddenly swayed.
With a crisp "crack" from the blue bricks beneath his feet, he was launched like a cannonball!
Bajiquan emphasizes "hard opening and hard striking". His pounce was without any fancy moves, he just collided with the opponent's body!
Bajiquan, the Mountain-Pulling Strike!
This strike embodies decades of hard work, its hidden power concealed yet explosive upon contact, capable of shattering internal organs and bones.
It was just like a truck crashing head-on.
Even more insidiously, the route he charged along blocked Zhou Xing's escape route from Sun Kuohai's "single whip"!
A pincer attack from both sides, the situation was extremely dangerous!
Zhou Xingting unleashed his full power, and the gust of wind crashing down from behind and Sun Kuohai's "single whip" coming straight at him from the front almost simultaneously struck him.
In an instant, his waist twisted like a python, his spine cracking softly, and his body turned half a foot to the side, narrowly avoiding the vicious leaning blow.
A strong gust of wind brushed past my back, scraping my clothes so they clung tightly to my skin.
Wu Liuzhi's fingers missed their mark, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had expected this.
Without stopping, he used the momentum of his forward charge to twist his waist and swing his right arm back like a spear, delivering a "turning elbow" strike to the back of Zhou Xing's head!
at the same time.
A dark light silently slid out from the sleeve of his right arm as he swung it back!
The black thorn is about seven inches long, shaped like an Emei thorn, with a dark blue tip and a sweet, fishy smell!
Poisoned short thorns!
Exclamations erupted in the theater!
Sun Kuohai's eyes widened in fury. He abruptly stopped halfway through his "Single Whip" strike and roared, "Wu Six Fingers!"
Everything happens in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Xing's hair stood on end. His hearing, sight, and even his intuition for danger all coalesced at that moment.
A flash of inspiration.
He twisted his waist to its limit and then suddenly rebounded, the force rising from the ground, flowing through his entire spine segment by segment, like a powerful bowstring being drawn, making a buzzing sound.
The right shoulder joint, elbow joint, and wrist joint crack in sequence, stretching and opening up!
His entire right arm seemed to grow longer in an instant, no longer a fist or palm, but the end of an invisible spear.
He leaned back, but his right arm, taking advantage of the force of the spinning and springing motion, shot out from under his ribs like a poisonous dragon emerging from its lair, thrusting backward with a backhand!
Arms like spear shafts, fists like spear tips!
They arrived first, even though they started later.
A surprise attack!
Hidden force, spiraling force, and explosive force, combined with the unstoppable spear intent, all crashed in!
"Bang! Pfft!"
It sounded like the muffled thud of a spear piercing flesh.
Wu Liuzhi's forward-leaning figure suddenly froze, his eyes bulging. He slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest.
Zhou Xing's joined fingertips pierced through his heart, while an invisible, hidden force shot out from his back, causing a burst of blood.
Fast, accurate, and ruthless. Not a single bit wasted, as if this backhand thrust had been practiced a million times.
Wu Liuzhi opened his mouth, and a large mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out.
The fierce light in his eyes quickly faded, he swayed, and then fell backward, crashing onto the blue bricks with a "bang," kicking up some dust.
died.
Zhou Xing withdrew his hand, stepped back, and shook off the blood droplets on his fist.
"Not as good as Liu Yishou."
He silently recited it in his mind.
This spear-shaped, hidden force was a combination of the form of Liu Yishou's desperate spear strike, the momentum of Guo Zhen's all-or-nothing gamble, the meaning of the tiger tally token, the battlefield bloodbath, and the Xingyi spear.
Inspiration arises naturally.
Zhou Xing glanced at Wu Liuzhi's corpse lying on the ground.
Martial arts are a prime example.
Sometimes, two masters can fight for half an hour, testing each other's strength and moves, with neither able to gain the upper hand.
Sometimes, life and death, victory and defeat, are decided in a single thought or a single move.
The scene was deathly silent.
Only the hissing sound of burning gas lamps and the heavy smell of blood filled the air.
Sun Kuohai had already withdrawn and looked at Wu Liuzhi's corpse on the ground. His expression changed, and he finally let out a long sigh.
He took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed deeply to Zhou Xing:
"Master Zhou... Mr. Sun is completely convinced."
He straightened up, his eyes clear: "Only today do I realize that there are always people more skilled than me. If Master Zhou has time in the future, I can share some of my rudimentary insights into Tai Chi listening energy for discussion."
Zhou Xing nodded slightly and clasped his hands in return:
"Master Sun, you are too kind. Today is too hasty, but I will definitely visit you another day to learn from you."
He didn't have much ill will towards this Tai Chi master who was disciplined and had martial ethics.
Furthermore, he gained the ability to "listen to the force" in Tai Chi through the token, but his knowledge of other Tai Chi styles is not deep. Sun Kuohai's invitation might help him refine his understanding of Tai Chi.
After the two talked, the theater seemed to thaw, and a roar of sound erupted.
Exclamations, whispers, and gasps of surprise mingled together. Many people then realized what was happening in the room:
Zhao Debiao huddled in the corner, coughing up blood, his eyes unfocused; the boxer lying on the ground groaned, clutching his broken leg; the Hung Kuen man sat panting heavily.
The Bajiquan master knelt on the ground, unable to get up; the Piguazhang and Chaquan masters fell to the ground, struggling; the Yanqing boxer huddled at the edge of the crowd, trembling with fear.
Chen Heming lay sprawled on the ground, a pool of blood beneath him, unconscious; Wu Liuzhi became a gradually cooling corpse.
The difference is clear.
Zhou Xing, however, was forced to fight because he couldn't stand the spread of Southern Fist to the North. He held back and didn't seriously injure the opponent, who was able to recover after a few days of rest.
Zhao Debiao, a fool, a wicked man with a sharp tongue and a vicious heart, wasted his efforts and spent the rest of his life bedridden.
Chen Heming, with his insidious and malicious nature and his instigation, has completely destroyed the foundation of the regime and rendered him a useless person.
As for Wu Liuzhi, who used poisoned hidden weapons in the martial arts competition, was clearly dishonest, and might even have a different identity, he was simply killed cleanly and efficiently.
The opponent's control was impeccable, sending chills down one's spine, yet leaving no room for criticism. Fists and kicks have no eyes, especially when the opponent uses a poisoned stinger.
Upstairs and downstairs, hundreds of eyes were now focused on Zhou Xing.
Admiration, apprehension, fear—a complex and indescribable feeling.