Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 281 58: The one who stands is the winner!
(Fighting and martial arts competitions are so difficult to write about!)

(I admire Canghai's skills, awesome!)

As the old saying goes, when enemies meet, they become extremely jealous.

The old saying is so true!

The scorching sun burned the long and winding beach unreservedly.

The lieutenants behind Chi Mengli had surrounded the entire Hanliu Tower, and Bo Xidong also climbed to the top nimbly.

The old man, with sweat on his forehead, was no longer afraid. He looked at Deng Qi who was standing aside acting as a referee. Seeing this second marshal of the society, he waved his hand indifferently and asked him to step aside and not get in the way.

Seeing this, the old man quickly dodged to the side, not wanting to be involved in the impending battle.

Most of Daoist Miss Shengbai's strength had gone and her rationality had mostly returned, so she quickly made room to allow the two great masters to fight to the death.

As for the leaders of other societies, they also knew that this was a personal grudge, so they all wisely moved away.

The fine sand sparkled with golden light under the caress of the scorching light, stinging people's eyes.

The waves never stop, hitting the coast fiercely again and again, rushing ashore with white foam, and then hurriedly rolling them back into the embrace of the sea.

Chi Mengli was wearing a loose white Puma sportswear. The sea breeze was getting stronger and stronger, whistling past, and her clothes fluttered in the wind, making rustling sounds.

His eyes were firm as he stared at Yuan Qingbei who was approaching step by step. He did not continue to make tentative attacks, but waited quietly until Yuan Qingbei stood three steps away.

In a life-and-death duel, it is very important to take the initiative.

Yuan Qingbei, who had just got ready, took the lead without any hesitation. Like a cheetah ready to pounce, he pounced towards Chi Mengli at lightning speed, so fast that a cloud of dust flew up on the ground.

The distance of three steps is just a blink of an eye.

Facing Yuan Qingbei's attack, Chi Mengli remained calm, because he had expected Yuan Qingbei to attack, so he was not in a hurry. He quickly raised his hands and threw out a banlan punch.

He turned his body to the left, and at the same time, his left hand reached to the lower left to catch Yuan Qingbei's right fist, making the attack ineffective, and then he smashed down with his right fist to block Yuan Qingbei's subsequent knee strike.

Banlanchui is a classic starting move in Tai Chi. Chi Mengli's steps are light and flexible, as if she is dancing on the beach.

Although the first fight did not produce any results, Yuan Qingbei did not lose heart. He believed that when two masters fight, the outcome will not be decided overnight. He continued to attack and threw a strong and powerful straight punch.

Chi Mengli slightly tilted his body, like a piece of catkins floating in the wind, and cleverly avoided the fierce and fatal blow.

At the same time, he stretched out his right hand, like a soft silk thread, and gently placed it on Yuan Qingbei's arm. He used the unique sticky power of Tai Chi to make a small effort to move a large object, and quietly led Yuan Qingbei's fierce force to the side.

"I'm sorry, is this all you can do?"

"It's really better to meet in person than to hear about it. Is this all the leader of the Foolish Company can do?"

Chi Mengli said softly. Although her voice was not loud, it echoed in Yuan Qingbei's ears like a loud bell, full of provocation.

In fact, this move was so powerful that it shocked Yuan Qingbei. He never expected that this seemingly frail and handsome Sheng could so easily dissolve his full-strength attack.

Yuan Qingbei suddenly felt a strong sense of unwillingness in his heart. His eyes widened with anger, and he roared. He quickly squatted down like a beast about to pounce on its prey, then stood up suddenly and slammed his shoulder into Chi Mengli's abdomen.

This is the shoulder car in judo, a powerful killing move.

Seeing this, Chi Mengli took a step back slowly, while moving his hands quickly in front of him. His movements were smooth and fluid, and his hands rested on Yuan Qingbei's arms and shoulders.

He did not choose to confront head-on, but continued to use the opponent's force to counter attack, taking advantage of the situation and undoing Yuan Qingbei's brute force. Then he performed a monkey flip from an external martial arts technique, came behind Yuan Qingbei, grabbed Yuan Qingbei's wrist with his right hand, and pulled in the opposite direction.

Yuan Qingbei, who had originally been stable, was stretched and pulled like this, and his footing became completely messed up.

Whether it is martial arts or judo, the principle is the same, the footwork and postures must not be messed up.

Yuan Qingbei also had rich practical experience. Knowing that his position was disrupted, he rolled forward and left Chi Mengli's attack range.

After Situ Tiangang, who was standing next to Deng Qi, came to the island, he rarely spoke. The changes at the Changhong Conference had been reported back to Honolulu, and he was scolded by the uncle in the auditorium.

Even though he was a fool, he knew that Deng Qi had tricked him. After the Changhong meeting, he didn't dare to speak easily. But as a martial arts fanatic, he couldn't help but be curious when he saw the life-and-death duel. He asked, "Hong Kong is really a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery!"

"Not only are there ancient martial arts masters, but there are also top-notch judo masters."

"Uncle Qi, under your leadership, the Number Gang is really full of talented people! A judo master like this could really win a place if he goes to the Olympics and represents Hong Kong!"

"But Uncle Qi, this judo master in your club is really unlucky!"

"The man fighting him must be Handsome Sheng, right? He is the tough guy who fought against Big Boss Yuan at the Changhong meeting. If Handsome Sheng used external martial arts like Tongbeiquan or Bajiquan, he really might not be a match for this judo master."

"The King of Judo, Oyama Masutatsu, lost very few competitions in his life, especially after he turned 25."

"But Oyama Masatatsu said himself that he came to Hong Kong for a martial arts competition and lost to an older Tai Chi master."

"Using softness to overcome hardness, how clever!"

"Uncle Qi, I, Tian Gangzi, have never begged you before. After the competition, let me have a good fight with this judo master."

Liangzai Sheng is from the Water Room, and Situ Tiangang's elder happens to have some business dealings with the Water Room, so he can have some say over it. He is not in a hurry to compete with Liangzai Sheng, but should first finalize the competition with the judo master.

Deng Qi, holding a cigar in his mouth, glanced at Situ Tiangang beside him. This street kid was really stupid and naive. Was this a competition? This was a fight for life!
He is good with guns and cannons, but not so good with fists and feet. However, after going through many storms over the years, he still has some vision. Although Yuan Qingbei's attack is very lively, it is 100% useless, allowing the handsome boy to fool around and not have any initiative at all.

A visitor is a guest, so one should be more polite. He smiled and said, "If this judo master can survive, I promise to let him fight with you, Tian Gangzi."

After hearing this, Situ Tiangang finally realized that the competition on the beach was not a contest of limited effects, but a fight of life and death.

Yuan Qingbei rolled on the beach, then quickly stood up and launched another attack. His figure was like a flash of lightning, rushing towards Chi Mengli.

There is no other way around this, after all, all judo moves involve close combat.

In an instant, he performed the classic judo move, Ogaikami, and stretched his left leg straight out like a long whip made of steel.

The outer side of his left foot made a whistling sound as it swept fiercely from outside to inside towards the back of Chi Mengli's right calf, trying to knock down the enemy in front of him.

Faced with this fierce attack, Chi Mengli did not dare to be careless. He simply pushed his knee forward, changed the standing leg to his right leg, and performed the Tai Chi's Luo Xi Ao Bu. His left hand was like a nimble whisk, lightly pushing away Yuan Qingbei's fist downward and outward.

He skillfully directed away the powerful force of this deadly pawn. At the same time, his right hand was pushed forward quickly like an arrow, at the same level as his nose, with his fingertips facing upward and his palm facing forward, and he attacked Yuan Qingbei's face.

Seeing the palm coming, Yuan Qingbei dodged his head to the right and barely avoided the palm. Seeing that the previous attack did not work, he was not discouraged at all. His iron will allowed him to quickly adjust his posture and launch an attack again.

This time, he performed the Great Inner Hari Technique, and his right foot stepped forward as fast as lightning, landing accurately on the inside of Chi Mengli's right foot. Then, his body turned rapidly to the left like a tightened spring.

His left leg was like a thick wooden stake, inserted from behind Chi Mengli's right leg, trying to use his left knee to press hard against Chi Mengli's right popliteal fossa, trying to subdue Chi Mengli in one fell swoop.

The fighting style that was almost like a quagmire made Chi Mengli very uncomfortable. He was keenly aware of the approaching danger. His heart suddenly shrank, but his face remained calm.

He dropped his waist and pushed his knees outward, using the "Thousand-Pound Weight" move to put all his body weight on Yuan Qingbei.

In his previous life, Chi Mengli had fought with several professional judo players from the national team. Compared with the judo of today, the fighting techniques of his previous life were more scientific and focused more on practicality. He developed several sets of counter-attack tactics, and he also secretly learned a few moves.

But what he never expected was that all these counterattack tactics would be used on Yuan Qingbei.

After using the heavy weight to press his body on Yuan Qingbei, he began to exert force with his two elbows and hit Yuan Qingbei's heart with a "Iron Mountain Leaning" move.

Yuan Qingbei didn't dare to continue wasting time. He could only retreat and avoid the attack.

Seeing that this idiot was about to hide backwards, Chi Mengli seized this fleeting opportunity to counterattack and used the Banlan Chui.

His movements were incredibly fast. He turned quickly to the left, and his left hand was like a sharp pair of pliers. He moved Yuan Qingbei's right arm to the lower left with force, trying to completely disrupt Yuan Qingbei's attack route.

His right hand was like a swift eagle, quickly stretching forward to block Yuan Qingbei's attack again.

When he realized that Yuan Qingbei didn't react, he immediately used his right fist, using the power of turning his waist and shoulder to hit Yuan Qingbei's ribs like a cannonball.

Yuan Qingbei reacted extremely quickly. His body was as nimble as a monkey and he easily dodged the fatal blow by turning sideways.

Then he lunged forward like a hungry tiger, performing a floating technique.

He took the initiative to fall to the side, and in the air his legs were like two nimble pythons, quickly hooking towards Chen Feng's legs, trying to drag Chi Mengli to the ground with him.

If you fall to the ground, there is no possibility of getting up.

Chi Mengli's punches and kicks are powerful, but ground skills are one of his weaknesses.

Seeing this scene, he was shocked and his pupils suddenly shrank, but his years of practice allowed him to react quickly. He pressed Yuan Qingbei's shoulders with both hands, lifted his legs into the air, and with a knee strike, he hit Yuan Qingbei's chest solidly.

Yuan Qingbei, who was hit by both knees, felt a tightness in his chest, and most of the energy in his dantian was dissipated. His throat was slightly sweet. This was a sign of injury to his internal organs. He quickly shut up and held his breath. He did not think about retreating, but quickly slapped his palm and hit Chi Mengli's chest.

Chi Mengli grimaced after being hit hard by the palm. Yuan Qingbei was the strongest opponent he had encountered since he came to Hong Kong. Now that he had the advantage, he could not continue to wallow in the quagmire.

He threw out a quick punch, using a straight thrust of the fist to attack Hara Harukita's liver, which is called a liver explosion in boxing.

Yuan Qingbei, who was passively being beaten, immediately curled himself up into a ball, then seized a fleeting opportunity, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he made a desperate attempt to perform a heel hook.

Like a cunning wolf, he quickly grabbed one of Chi Mengli's feet, wrapped his legs around Chi Mengli's calves like a rope, and hooked his heels around the opponent's ankles, trying to subdue him in one fell swoop.

Seeing that his ankle was trapped, Chi Mengli frowned tightly, veins bulged on his forehead, and he could feel the tremendous pressure coming from his ankle.

But he did not panic. He immediately used the Tai Chi's silk-winding power, and his body twisted and struggled like a nimble snake, trying to break free from Yuan Qingbei's control.

At the same time, he used his other foot like a sharp battle axe to attack Yuan Qingbei's head fiercely, trying to make this dead bastard give up his control over him.

a bit!
Twice!

Three times!

Four rounds!

Chi Mengli chopped four times in a row before he knocked Yuan Qingbei away, forcing the loser to give up his restraint technique.

Although he chopped off Yuan Qingbei's head and made it bleed, he didn't gain any advantage. His left leg has no feeling at all.

Although the disfigured Yuan Qingbei was dizzy, he also noticed that Chi Mengli had difficulty walking, so he immediately attacked and rushed forward, doing a standard back throw, trying to carry Chi Mengli on his shoulders and knock him down.

Although his legs and feet were inconvenient, Chi Mengli was not in a hurry. He turned his body and immediately changed his moves, cleverly avoiding Yuan Qingbei's attack with the turning and flipping techniques of Baguazhang. At the same time, his palm was like a knife, cutting towards Yuan Qingbei's neck.

Yuan Qingbei reacted quickly, dodging sideways and then using his waist strength to throw Chi Mengli out.

Chi Mengli felt the huge force coming from his waist. He quickly used the Baguazhang's silk-winding power and wrapped his arms around Yuan Qingbei's arms like a snake, relieving his strength. At the same time, he kept changing his steps and went around behind Yuan Qingbei.

Yuan Qingbei sensed the danger behind him, turned around quickly, and threw a punch, with the wind from his fist making a whistling sound.

Chi Mengli slightly turned sideways and easily avoided the punch, then used the Bagua Palm's penetrating palm, and his palm pierced through Yuan Qingbei's defense like lightning and hit his chest.

Yuan Qingbei took a few steps back, steadied himself, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. He took a deep breath and launched another attack, this time using the waist sweep and the large inner knife in succession, trying to disrupt Chi Mengli's rhythm with a fierce offensive.

Chi Mengli dodged left and right, his steps like a ghost, and never let Yuan Qingbei succeed.

Although the two men in the field fought fiercely, not much time passed, only less than five minutes.

Whether it is a professional competition or a street fight, five minutes is a very long time. Unless you are a superman and don't take tonic pills, these five minutes of intense fighting can drain all of the boxer's physical strength.

Of course, iron men like He Yong are exceptions among exceptions. After all, there are very few Chinese supermen who can sleep with a big horse eight times a night and still have the energy to fight a boxing match the next day.

As the competition progressed, both sides gradually consumed a lot of physical strength.

But Chi Mengli always had the upper hand thanks to Baguazhang's unique body movements and flexible and changeable moves.

But the more this is the case, the more we cannot take it lightly.

Although Yuan Qingbei resisted stubbornly, he gradually became powerless in the face of Chi Mengli's increasingly fierce attacks.

Seeing that his opponent was exhausted, Chi Mengli felt that time was almost up. He took a deep breath, raised his chest, and suddenly started forward, rushing towards Yuan Qingbei at the speed of a 100-meter sprint and at an incredible and tricky angle.

Yuan Qingbei, who was already at the end of his strength, saw Chi Mengli's cavalry charge. His pupils shrank sharply, turning into dangerous needle-like shapes, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes for a moment.

I didn't expect that this bastard's physical strength was so good that even a professional boxer couldn't sustain such a long fight.

But the fighting instinct forged by years of blood and sweat allowed him to react quickly.

He raised his arms, crossed like steel, trying to block the fatal blow in a judo defensive stance.

However, the moment his arm came into contact with Chi Mengli's attack, he felt his arm instantly lose consciousness, as if it did not belong to him. His bones seemed to be hit hard by a 10,000-ton hammer, making a "cracking" sound, as if they would break into pieces in the next second.

This is not the most crucial thing. Yuan Qingbei discovered that the handsome guy's winning speed was at least twice as fast as before.

From this he came to an answer that he neither believed nor wanted to believe.

In the previous competition, the handsome guy Sheng was just playing around with me to test my abilities, but now is the time for a serious fight.

impossible!
This is absolutely impossible!

But even if he denied it with all his might, the ironclad reality before him told him that it was all true.

Because the handsome guy was winning faster and faster, his fists were raining down on him.

If Chi Mengli was the worm in Yuan Qingbei's stomach, he would agree with Yuan Qingbei's judgment. He did try his best. His attack speed and strength also increased. His offensive was like a tide, not giving Yuan Qingbei any chance to breathe. His figure approached like a ghost, just like a spirit claiming lives in the dark night.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely powerful palm strike with a tremendous force hit Yuan Qingbei's chest heavily.

"Bang!" A dull loud noise was heard, as if the death knell of an ancient temple was being rung, echoing on the hot beach for a long time.

Yuan Qingbei's eyes widened instantly, filled with shock and fear. His originally resolute and stern face was now twisted into a hideous shape due to severe pain.

His body was like a kite with a broken string, being ravaged by strong winds. It flew backwards uncontrollably and fell directly to its knees on the ground. When it landed, there was a loud bang, raising a large amount of dust that lingered for a long time.

He pushed himself up with both hands, his nails digging deep into the sand. He tried to struggle to get up, but his throat felt sweet and a fishy heat instantly surged up his throat.

With a "wow" sound, large amounts of blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably, turning into a blood mist in the air. Then the bright red blood fell on the warm beach and was instantly swallowed up by the hungry sea sand, leaving only a dark mark.

His body was shaking violently uncontrollably, and every breath was accompanied by painful whimpers, the sound like the wail of a wounded beast.

His eyes were filled with pain and unwillingness. In the end, his strength seemed to be instantly drained by this cruel battlefield. He collapsed to the ground powerlessly, his breath as weak as a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time. His life and death hung in the balance.

"Young man, forgive others when you can. Give me your number and give me Deng Qi some face."

When Deng Qi saw that Yuan Qingbei was completely defeated and only had one breath left, he immediately stood up.

Yuan Qingbei is Yazaku's direct team leader. Most of the Hong Kong red sticks present at the scene knew about this. Even if they didn't know, they would find out by asking around.

But this is his secret identity. On the surface, Yuan Qingbei is still a member of the Number Gang.

The second-in-command of Zidui was killed by someone, and he was killed in front of him, the second marshal and the boss. If this gets out, it will definitely be the funniest joke of the year.

It is neither reasonable nor moral for Deng Qi to watch Yuan Qingbei being killed by handsome Sheng.

"Handsome Sheng, Ah Sheng, you are so awesome today! So cool!"

"I think all the big guys present here will not come out to compete with you for Ding Caipao!"

"Double flowers and red sticks! Yes, the Hongmen of Hongjiang has produced another great talent!"

Deng Qi walked slowly in front of Yuan Qingbei, blocking Chi Mengli's cold gaze like a knife.

Fast Fist Jack ran out to check on Yuan Qingbei's injuries and found that Yuan Qingbei had only internal injuries, but was still hanging on. He was just unconscious and had not died completely. Chao Liang frowned, feeling very sorry.

I kept cursing in my heart, handsome guy Sheng this loser, he doesn’t do things fully, what a loser!

Chi Mengli felt his nose itchy. He rubbed it, glanced at Fast Punch Jack hiding behind Deng Qi, then smiled and said loudly, "Uncle Qi, I listen to my elders the most."

"Uncle Qi, whatever you say, I, Ah Sheng, will do."

"But having said that, the Number Gang is worthy of being ranked among the top three in Hong Kong. It is full of talented people. It is impossible not to accept it!"

"Besides, my relationship with Miss Nine is so good that we wear the same pants. Of course, Miss Nine wears my pants. I am not a cross-dresser and I don't like to wear women's clothes!"

"Oh right! Uncle Qi, if I remember correctly, this master has been put on the police's blacklist and is forbidden to go to Hong Kong for life. He is half dead now. Do you want to use the water room's yacht to send him to Haojiang? I'm afraid it's too late and this master will die!"

Chi Mengli did not hold back and used all his might, with every move aimed at the fatal points. Yuan Qingbei had really good physical fitness, and he did not die. If he were an ordinary person, he would have prepared to buy a coffin long ago.

"Ah Sheng, you are such a joke. How can I get ashore alive after I get on your boat?"

"Jack, this is your man, you take care of it, I'll arrange a big flight for you."

Deng Qi was also amused by Handsome Sheng's words. He declined the kindness and arranged for Fast Fist Jack to send Yuan Qingbei to the hospital for treatment.

(End of this chapter)