From the fusion of Tongbei Quan to the Longevity Martial Saint

Fang Qing was just thinking about his afternoon training plan when Lu Jianfeng suddenly rushed up to him and launched into a tirade of angry rebukes.

A surge of anger rose within Fang Qing, who felt that this person was utterly unreasonable.

As for Zeng Qian, Fang Qing and she had a completely innocent relationship; there was nothing between them.

He could only occasionally sense that Zeng Qian's gaze towards him was somewhat peculiar, carrying a hint of unspoken words:

But that was her own business, and Fang Qing never responded or bothered to investigate further.

He is now focusing all his energy on improving his strength, hoping to pass the upcoming martial arts examination and secure a bright future.

Therefore, when Lu Jianfeng issued his challenge aggressively, Fang Qing's face instantly darkened, and his eyes turned as cold as ice.

The "one-against-ten" challenge in the preparatory camp has its own set of strict rules.

If Lu Jianfeng, currently ranked 50th, were to challenge Fang Qing, who is ranked 75th.

So even if Fang Qing wins, it means that for his next "one-against-ten" challenge, he must start from 50th place and fight his way up to 40th place.

According to Fang Qing's original plan, after he climbed from 75th to 65th this time, he should have continued to move forward from 65th until he challenged Zeng Qian, who was ranked 55th.

Lu Jianfeng's reckless move was tantamount to skipping two precious opportunities to "win ten" in the middle!

Fang Qing had been quickly calculating in his mind that after quietly completing a "one-to-ten" bet, as long as he lay low for a while, the odds for the next bet would at least rise back to around 1 to 3.

By then, each time you bet on a Qi Gathering Pill, you can reliably earn back two.

However, because of Lu Jianfeng's challenge, at least ten Qi Gathering Pills were wasted, even though they had two chances!

Most importantly, Fang Qing had no choice but to accept Lu Jianfeng's challenge.

Should we ask him to deliberately lose? Martial arts competitions emphasize relentless pursuit; deliberately admitting defeat will only dampen his spirits and shake his foundation.

Fang Qing had absolute confidence in himself and there was absolutely no reason for him to go easy on Fang Qing.

The member of room 75, who was originally having a friendly conversation with Fang Qing, immediately brightened up when he saw that there was something interesting to watch.

Without saying a word, he turned and rushed back to his room, where he began rhythmically banging on an iron pipe embedded in the wall in the corner.

A short while later, a small roll of paper emerged from the opening at the bottom of the iron pipe.

He grabbed the roll of paper, ran back excitedly, and waved it at him.

"The betting is open! The odds for Lu Jianfeng challenging Fang Qing are out!"

As he spoke, he unrolled the paper, but after just one glance, his expression turned very strange, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Huh? This... Lu Jianfeng, why are the odds for your challenge against Fang Qing 1 to 30?"

He looked up, his face full of disbelief.

"The odds for Lu Jianfeng's challenge are so high, which means that the top ten players don't even think Lu Jianfeng has a chance of winning!"

Conversely, if Fang Qing is challenged, the odds of winning are now one to one.

These words were like a bucket of boiling oil poured on Lu Jianfeng's already raging anger.

He snatched the slip of paper and stared intently at the small print on it. When the words "one to thirty" clearly came into view, Lu Jianfeng felt his blood rush to his head, his face turned a deep purplish-red, and his chest heaved violently.

This 30-to-1 odds is an almost humiliating act of contempt!

"You bastard!"

Lu Jianfeng squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, violently tearing the paper into shreds, the scraps falling like snowflakes.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, and glared fiercely at Fang Qing, his voice hoarse with extreme anger.

"Fang Qing! Don't think you're something special just because you knew about the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation in advance through your connection with Ding Mingcheng and luckily got first place in this morning's training!"

He stepped forward, his aura menacing.

"In my eyes, you're nothing! Others may not see through your tricks, but I, Lu Jianfeng, see them clearly!"

Lu Jianfeng became more and more agitated as he spoke, and in the end he almost roared it out.

"Today, I'll cripple you and show everyone your true colors!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already launched his attack!

With a powerful stomp of his right foot, raising a cloud of dust, he was like a cannonball, bursting with rage as he punched Fang Qing straight in the face!

The force of the punch was so strong that it even produced a faint sound of air being torn apart.

Fang Qing's eyes narrowed, and he gave a cold snort.

Faced with this swift attack, he neither dodged nor evaded, but his joints emitted a series of dense, crackling sounds like popping beans in an instant!

Ten shots through the arm!

If Fang Qing really wanted to go all out against someone like Lu Jianfeng, a single Po Jun Hui Long Ci (破军回龙刺) or Guan Hong Shi (贯虹式) strike would be enough to skewer him like a string of candied hawthorns on his Cang Zhun Long Spear. But at this moment, he chose to use the more basic Tong Bei Quan (通臂拳) to deal with him.

Fang Qing lowered his stance and thrust his right fist out from his waist in a spiral motion, meeting Lu Jianfeng's fist head-on without any fancy moves.

This seemingly simple punch embodies the essence of Tongbei Quan's whip-like power, with the arm cutting through the air and producing a crisp cracking sound.

boom!

The two fists collided solidly, producing a dull, thunderous sound like the beating of leather!

Lu Jianfeng originally thought he was more than capable of overwhelming Fang Qing in terms of boxing skills, but the moment their fists made contact, his expression changed drastically.

A powerful, condensed force surged through his fist, causing excruciating pain as if the bones in his fist were about to crack!

My entire right arm went numb and tingled instantly, and it even trembled slightly from the shock.

This punch was like a bucket of ice water, sobering Lu Jianfeng up a bit from his rage-fueled rage.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent upon their first move.

The force from Fang Qing's fist far exceeded his expectations!

"You've got some skill! Try again!"

Lu Jianfeng gritted his teeth and roared, refusing to admit defeat. His left fist followed closely behind, drawing a tricky arc as it struck Fang Qing's ribs.

Fang Qing reacted extremely quickly. His left arm bent and sprang like a serpent, his elbow precisely knocking away Lu Jianfeng's fist. At the same time, his right fist shot out like a venomous dragon, aiming straight for Lu's chest.

The two figures clashed rapidly, and the sounds of fists and feet colliding were incessant.

At first, Lu Jianfeng was able to hold his own against Fang Qing with his fierce determination and richer combat experience, even gaining a slight advantage.

But after a dozen or so moves, he was horrified to find that Fang Qing's punches were becoming more and more fluid and powerful!

The Tongbei Fist seemed to come alive in his hands; the fists, palms, fingers, and elbows were unpredictable and flowed smoothly, carrying a unique rhythm that gradually enveloped him.

Fang Qing has been practicing the Po Jun Hui Long Ci (破军回龙刺) technique diligently recently, and has indeed become somewhat rusty with the Tong Bei Quan (通臂拳).

This real sparring session with Lu Jianfeng felt like a warm-up, thoroughly stretching out the muscles and bones of this basic boxing technique.

Crack! Crack!

The distinctive crisp sound of Tongbei Fist was mixed with the dull impact of fists hitting Lu Jianfeng's body.

Lu Jianfeng began to struggle, taking a series of punches to his face, shoulders, and chest.

With each punch, his muscles trembled violently, and his blood surged. Fang Qing's fists were like iron hammers, and his body seemed to be a block of iron being forged.

Ah!

Lu Jianfeng groaned in pain as Fang Qing punched him in the shoulder blade, causing him to stagger backward and slam his back against the wall with a thud, sending dust flying.

Fang Qing pressed his advantage relentlessly, his steps following closely. In a single stride, he closed in, his right fist brimming with power, rising from below like an angry dragon ascending to the heavens, striking Lu Jianfeng squarely in the chest!

"Bang!"

The thud was particularly heavy.

Lu Jianfeng's eyes suddenly bulged out, and the color drained from his face instantly, replaced by a suffocating bluish-gray. He felt an irresistible force explode in his chest, as if his internal organs had shifted, and his body uncontrollably contorted into a shrimp-like shape.

The next moment, he was sent flying backwards, like a catapult projectile, shooting back along the same path he had taken through the hole in the wall he had crashed through!

In Fang Fengtai's room, he was peeking through a hole in the wall to watch the commotion. When he saw Lu Jianfeng being defeated in just a few moves, his mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg.

He watched helplessly as Lu Jianfeng, who had just burst through the wall with such domineering power, flew back at an even faster speed and in a more disheveled state.

Bang!

Lu Jianfeng crashed heavily onto the floor of his room, rolling several times before stopping.

His face was bruised and swollen, blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were purplish-black and almost unable to open, his clothes were torn in many places, and his exposed skin was covered with purplish-blue fist marks. He was lying on the ground, only breathing and not taking in any breaths. His appearance was extremely miserable.

Although the injuries were all superficial and minor, not life-threatening, the state of his appearance was truly unbearable to look at.

Fang Fengtai glanced at Lu Jianfeng, who lay dead on the ground like a dog, then peered into the huge hole in the wall and at Fang Qing's cold figure standing behind it.

He scratched his head and then made a decision.

He bent down and laboriously lifted the unconscious Lu Jianfeng, dragging him to the back wall of the room.

There was also a hole that Lu Jianfeng had smashed earlier, which connected to the backyard.

Then, he shoved Lu Jianfeng out of the hole like he was throwing away a bag of garbage.

Lu Jianfeng rolled around a few times and lay down in the weeds in the backyard, completely forgotten...

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