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Da Long clutched his wrist, which was throbbing with pain, numbness, and weakness, and stumbled backward.

His acupoint striking technique had never been broken like this before; someone had actually countered his acupoint striking.

"You've even mastered the art of pressure point manipulation!"

Da Long was so shocked that his voice changed tone.

Van Can didn't give him a chance to speak.

His fingers struck out in rapid succession, using all the techniques from the acupoint striking technique, as if he had practiced for decades and had reached a state of consummate skill and perfection.

Da Long was forced to retreat repeatedly, his face growing increasingly grim.

He has immersed himself in the art of acupressure for decades, and his understanding of this skill runs deep.

It was precisely because he understood that he was even more shocked. Van Can's pressure point technique was so skillful, with each move executed with ease. His control of energy, strength, and timing were all impeccable.

"impossible!

Even my master doesn't possess such skill!

With a roar, the dragon stopped retreating and charged straight at Van Can's finger.

Like Van Can, he knew this skill too well; he could predict where Van Can would point his finger in advance.

He turned his head to avoid one finger, and then pointed a finger at Van Can's chest with his other hand.

When the two fought, neither could gain the upper hand in the art of acupressure.

Da Long was extremely frustrated. His most powerful skills and secret techniques were completely ineffective against this monkey.

Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could this be achieved in just a few days of training?

"It seems like we can't break each other's moves even though we were taught by the same master."

Let's try something different then.

Van Can, however, seemed to be playing dumb, raising an eyebrow as he was getting annoyed by the fact that he and Da Long were always using the same fighting style.

With his body slightly to the side, Da Long fiercely thrust out a finger, slid across his chest, and he dodged the attack with his shoulder, his body suddenly rebounding.

As if his finger had been struck hard by a hammer, Da Long clutched his throbbing finger and staggered back several steps.

"What kind of trick is that?"

He asked through gritted teeth.

This "antelope horn hanging" move, full of imagination, made him sense something different.

"Tai Chi".

Van Ken said casually.

"Tai Chi... Tai Chi!"

"The Dragon Warrior is mine, and no one can take him away!"

Da Long fell silent for a moment, then his eyes suddenly turned red.

He pounced like a mad tiger, using every weapon at his disposal—fists, feet, knees, elbows—each strike carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, a furious onslaught.

Van Cannon is more proficient in the kung fu techniques described in thousands of kung fu books than he is, and his supposedly unparalleled pressure point skills are no less impressive.

But Van Can still possesses the Tai Chi skills left behind by the tortoise before its death, which he doesn't know!

Have they run out of ideas?

Van Kent stood still, slowly drawing circles in the air with his hands.

Enraged, Da Long threw a punch, but Van Can gently guided it with both hands, deflecting the violent force and causing it to hit empty air. Da Long nearly stumbled.

As Da Long's foot came flying, Van Can's hands spun around, and the kick grazed his shoulder, shattering the stone railing behind him.

The dragon launched a furious attack, but Van Gundy calmly deflected it.

His hands drew circles, large circles enclosing small circles, small circles connecting to large circles, endlessly.

All of the dragon's attacks were enveloped, carried away, and neutralized by these circles, disappearing without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

"The mechanism of movement and stillness is the mother of yin and yang. Yin cannot be separated from yang, and yang cannot be separated from yin. When yin and yang complement each other, one can attain enlightenment."

The dragon attacked even more frantically, but no matter how hard it tried, Van Gundy's defense remained calm and collected.

He was like a longhorn beetle that had run into a spider web, possessing great strength but nowhere to use it.

Van Can suddenly sped up.

His hands changed from drawing circles to pushing palms, one palm after another, each palm carrying a twisting force.

Under the force of these palm strikes, Da Long's body began to lose its balance, swaying left and right as if he were drunk.

"you--"

Before Da Long could finish speaking, Van Can's hand was already on his chest.

The palm strike was very light, as light as a falling leaf.

But Da Long felt an overwhelming force surge into his chest, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing through three walls and collapsing a corner of a room.

During their fight, the two had traveled from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, with Da Long practically being fought his way all the way here.

The roof collapsed, dust filled the air, and nothing could be seen.

Van Can withdrew his hand, stood before the ruins, his clothes fluttering, tilted his head, and called out to the ruins, "Are you still alive?"

A muffled thud came from the ruins.

Dalong stood up from the rubble, looking disheveled with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth and his gray fur covered in dust.

He looked at Vancan, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"I will not lose to you."

Vancan: "You've said something similar three times already."

"I won't lose!"

Da Long let out a roar, repeating the same words, but it was clear that he was on the verge of mental collapse. He suddenly threw a punch and charged forward.

He no longer cared about any particular moves; all the resentment and bitterness accumulated over the past twenty years had coalesced into a single thought at this moment.

—Defeat this despicable monkey who stole his title of Dragon Warrior, even if only once.

Da Long was seriously injured, and his speed was much slower than before. His steps were unsteady, and his movements were chaotic.

Even if he charged in this state, it was just a death throes and posed no threat to Van Can.

Da Long's fist slammed down in front of him, but Van Can gently deflected it with his palm. Da Long's body was pushed back as if by a hand, and he flew backward, crashing to the ground seven or eight meters away.

The dragon got up and charged again.

This time he used his foot, a sweeping kick aimed at Van Can's waist.

Van Can pressed down with his palm, and Da Long's foot felt like it had kicked a ball of air, all the force was dissipated, and then a rebound force came, and he flew back again.

the third time.

the fourth time.

the fifth time.

It's always the same.

The dragon charged forward, but Van Gundy stood still, deflecting and sending the dragon flying back as if it had hit an invisible wall.

His punches grew heavier and more ferocious, but the result remained the same; he only fell harder and harder with each blow.

Van Can didn't even move his feet.

After smashing the stalls, walls, and archways.

Da Long got up from the ground again, covered in dirt, the blood at the corner of his mouth had dried and was stained red again, his eyes were red, and his breathing was as heavy as a bellows.

Anyone could see that he had reached his limit.

But the stubborn dragon charged again, its two fingers pointing together like a sword.

This time he charged faster than ever before, like a cannonball.

"Rotten wood cannot be carved."

Van Cane reached out and pressed down on his chest, twisting it.

The dragon's body spun twice in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground, sliding more than ten meters and carving a furrow in the earth.

He lay on the ground, his fingers digging into the cracks in the rocks to prop himself up, his legs trembling, his arms trembling, his whole body trembling.

Having reached his limit and unable to even stand, Da Long was practically kneeling on the ground, struggling to look up at Van Gundy.

"This...this is Tai Chi?"

Van Can stood still, his posture unchanged.

Sometime later, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sun climbed up from the mountain ridge, landing right behind him.

Light surged from behind him, leaving only a dark silhouette that was so bright it was hard to open one's eyes.

His lips twitched slightly, and his voice carried a hint of laughter.

"Want to learn?"

I can teach you.