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Upon hearing this, Liang Kun suddenly realized what was happening and slapped the back of his head.

"So that's how it is!"

"Ah Jin, in your opinion, does Li Jie still have a chance?"

Gao Jin did not answer immediately, but instead turned his gaze to Feng Yuxiu.

Feng Yuxiu leaned against the window, his right leg slightly bent, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Li Jie has now lost the initiative; it remains to be seen how resilient he is."

Gao Jin immediately understood Feng Yuxiu's meaning.

"You mean, use delaying tactics?"

"right."

Feng Yuxiu nodded slightly and turned his head to look at Gao Jin.

"Di Qiu is at that age, and he practices a style that is wide-open, powerful and fierce."

"Those moves just now, though they looked impressive, took a huge toll on his stamina."

"Especially that one-inch punch, which gathered all his strength."

"As long as Li Jie can withstand Di Qiu's fierce attack and wait for the old man's strength to drop, he will definitely win."

"Martial artists like Di Qiu spend their whole lives practicing hard-hitting techniques and are best at crushing opponents head-on."

"If you try to outfight him in terms of strength and close combat, you're just using your weaknesses to attack his strengths."

"But if we do the opposite, using hit-and-run tactics to wear him down, and then strike when he can't maintain his stance or deliver solid punches, his weaknesses will be exposed."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a commotion arose downstairs.

Li Jie sprang to his feet with a somersault, shook his arms vigorously, gritted his teeth, and stood opposite Di Qiu again.

His face was a little pale, but his eyes were still sharp, like a wounded leopard.

"Again!"

Li Jie roared and charged forward again.

This time he learned his lesson and stopped directly confronting Di Qiu. Instead, he relied on his youthful stamina to circle around the ring.

His movements were agile and varied, leaping forward and retreating, circling left and right, teasing Di Qiu to follow him.

Although Di Qiu's fighting style was fierce, even with solid footwork, he couldn't withstand being kited around like this.

He tried to get closer several times, but Li Jie managed to shake him off with his quick movements.

"You brat, is all you can do is hide?"

Di Qiu roared angrily, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Li Jie sneered, then suddenly rushed forward and delivered a high roundhouse kick to Di Qiu's side.

Di Qiu quickly raised his arm to block, but the force of the leg was much greater than that of the fist. The kick made his arm go numb and his body sway.

"Hmph, don't blame me for not respecting the elderly and caring for the young."

"It's your game that's making you jump."

As Li Jie spoke, he swept his leg towards Di Qiu's lower body again.

Di Qiu quickly raised his knee to block.

But Li Jie's leg was too fast, and he couldn't block it. His calf was hit solidly, and he felt a sharp pain.

Di Qiu's breathing began to quicken.

His stance was no longer as steady as it had been at first, and his footwork had become sluggish.

The previous rounds of attack and defense had exhausted him, and his legs felt as heavy as lead.

He knew he couldn't let Li Jie keep playing him for granted.

If this drags on any longer, he'll collapse on his own without Li Jie even having to lift a finger.

"ha!"

Di Qiu roared and charged forward recklessly.

He held nothing back, swinging his arms wide and unleashing the most ferocious killing move in Hung Kuen.

This is the moment Li Jie has been waiting for.

He sidestepped Di Qiu's frontal charge, and at the same time, he kicked out with his right leg, aiming a straight kick at Di Qiu's chest.

He used all his strength in that kick.

Di Qiu couldn't escape it.

But he didn't intend to hide.

He lowered himself, crossed his arms, and forcefully used these two iron bridges to block Li Jie's kick.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

Li Jie's kick landed squarely on Di Qiu's forearm. The force of the impact sent Di Qiu flying backward, his foot leaving two deep marks on the ring.

But Diqiu still did not fall.

His feet seemed to be rooted to the ground.

At that moment, his decades of skill and a lifetime of stubbornness transformed into an unyielding, heavy force in his lower body, allowing him to withstand the blow.

"What a fine horse post!"

Some people in the audience couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Li Jie was terrified.

He used all his strength in that kick; even an iron plate should have bent.

But this old man in his fifties actually managed to withstand it.

Before he could retract his leg, Di Qiu had already moved.

With a forearm flip, the rolling bridge dissipated the remaining force from Li Jie's legs.

Then, her arms coiled around him like snakes, locking Li Jie's arms in a circular motion.

Li Jie struggled desperately, and just as he was about to retaliate with his other hand, Di Qiu slammed his shoulder into his chest, knocking him backward and causing him to lose his balance.

He fell into Di Qiu's trap.

Just like before, he was once again pinned down by Di Qiu.

This time they got even closer, close enough for Li Jie to see every wrinkle and stubble on Di Qiu's face.

A ruthless glint flashed in Di Qiu's eyes.

His fist was only inches away from Li Jie's chest.

At such a close distance, there's no need to gather any strength.

With a twist of the waist and hips, the weight of the whole body flows down the spine to the shoulders and arms, and finally explodes on the fist.

An inch of punch with inch-sized force.

"Bang!"

This punch was on a completely different level compared to the previous ones.

Li Jie felt as if his chest had been hit by a moving car, and his internal organs were shaking from the impact.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his mouth opened, but he couldn't utter a sound.

His body flew backward like a puppet with its strings cut, this time flying even further until he crashed into the rope fence behind him and came to a stop.

The rope loop was hit and shook violently, making a creaking sound.

Li Jie's body bounced on the ropes and then fell straight back onto the ring.

He lay motionless on the canvas, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

But his fingers were still trembling slightly, as if he wanted to get up.

Each breath felt like a knife scraping his lungs, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

He gritted his teeth and used his last bit of strength to try to prop himself up, but his arms trembled violently a few times and eventually went limp.

The referee ran over, squatted down, and checked on Li Jie's condition.

A moment later, he stood up and shook his head.

"The victor... Diqiu!"

The referee raised Diqiu's arm high.

The audience erupted in deafening applause and cheers.

Di Qiu stood there, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.

His gray hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead, and the spot on his arm where Li Jie had kicked him was swollen.

His face showed little joy, only deep weariness etched in his wrinkles.

Chen Luojun and others rushed onto the stage to help Li Jie down.

The medical staff who had been waiting on the sidelines quickly stepped forward and began to examine his injuries.

In the office on the second floor, Lin Bei shook his head helplessly.

"Ah Jie still lacks experience in sparring with martial artists."

"That old fox Di Qiu set a trap long ago, waiting for him to fall into it."

"But Li Jie was young and impetuous, and he kept stepping into the rhythm that others had planned."

"Brother Bei is right."

"However, I can also see that although Di Qiu won this match, he was too exhausted, and he definitely won't have the strength to fight in the second match."

"So the key is yet to come."

Gao Jin echoed.

Liang Kun looked at Gao Jin with some concern.

"Ah Jin, are you sure you can handle that Tiger guy in the next match?"

Gao Jin turned his head, a rare smile appearing on his face.

He walked to the window and looked at the arena being tidied up below.

"Brother Kun, you can rest assured."

"I've already asked Bingwen to bet five million on me, betting on myself to win."

"If I don't beat the shit out of him tonight, won't all my money be wasted?"

When Liang Kun heard this, he was first taken aback, then laughed and scolded.

"You little brat, you're trying to fleece the gang now!"

"Don't forget to treat us to a late-night snack when you win some money!"

"Definitely, definitely."

Gao Jin smiled and agreed, but his gaze had already fallen on Tiger, who was stretching his muscles by the side of the arena.