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At that moment, he felt as if his decades of dignity had been trampled underfoot by the young man in front of him.

To set rules for a junior in front of the entire Hong Kong underworld community in such an almost humiliating way.

If you don't touch anyone within ten moves, you lose?

This is no longer a competition; this is a slap in the face.

Tiger's hoarse voice rang out, his tone filled with barely suppressed anger.

"Kid, you've only been learning kung fu for a few years, and you've become so arrogant?"

"Tonight I'll show you what it means to be outmatched and have a world beyond your reach!"

Before he finished speaking, Tiger had already assumed the starting stance of Hung Kuen.

He practices the Tiger Crane Double Form Fist from the Hung Kuen system, a classic routine in the Southern Hung Family Fist.

The tiger form is fierce and domineering, while the crane form is agile and cunning. Every move is derived from real life-or-death battles, without any fancy tricks.

Gao Jin remained expressionless, his palms hanging naturally at his sides. He stood there, relaxed yet not loose, still yet not stiff.

He practices Baguazhang and his family's Xingyiquan, both internal martial arts that emphasize using stillness to control movement and striking after the opponent has moved.

In terms of skill level alone, Gao Jin completely overwhelms Tiger Lord.

Feng Yuxiu once said that Gao Jin was his only rival in the entire Hung Hing. The two of them sparred frequently and recently broke through to the Great Perfection of Dark Force.

Tiger has wasted decades because of Ah Zhan, his inner demon, and is still stuck in the middle stage of Dark Force.

Putting these two people on the same stage is like using a sharpened sword to chop a rusty iron plate.

Furthermore, youth has an advantage in boxing.

Gao Jin is in his twenties, full of energy and vitality. Even if he were to fight against a hundred people, it would only be a matter of time.

But Tiger is already over fifty years old, how long can he hold on?

"Drink! Take this!"

Tiger knew this well, but the dignity of a martial artist made him disregard all that.

With a loud shout, he lowered his body and planted his feet firmly on the ground, his solid stance of Hung Kuen penetrating three-tenths of an inch into the ground.

He first assumed the crane stance, spreading his arms like crane wings, with the front end striking like a crane's beak, fast and cunning, precisely targeting Gao Jin's weakness in the middle lane.

Crane style is best at breaking through defenses, especially against opponents who are too tight in their defenses, using skillful force and speed.

But before the peck could land, Tiger's move changed.

The beauty of the tiger and crane in pairs lies here.

Before the crane form was fully formed, the tiger form had already arrived.

He suddenly curled his five fingers, sharp as tiger claws, exerted force from his shoulders and back, twisted his waist violently, and slashed his entire arm down hard towards Gao Jin's shoulder and neck with a whistling wind.

This strike encapsulated all the ferocity of his Tiger Form Fist, possessing immense power and weight; if it landed firmly, it could break a person's collarbone.

From crane to tiger, from skill to strength, the transitions are seamless and fluid.

The martial arts practitioners in the audience were immediately impressed and cheered.

Although Tiger is old, he still has about 70-80% of the skill he had when he dominated the city.

Despite the fierce onslaught, Gao Jin did not retreat an inch.

He started with a centered stance from Xingyi Quan, as steady as Mount Tai.

Xingyi Five Elements Fist... He brought out the core principles of chopping, collapsing, drilling, cannoning, and horizontal striking to their fullest extent...

As Tiger Lord's tiger claws came slashing down, he slammed down with his left palm, forcefully suppressing the fierce momentum.

As Tiger's beak pecked at him, Tiger's right fist delivered a powerful punch straight to the center line, the sudden burst of force causing Tiger's entire arm to go numb.

Tiger became increasingly agitated as he fought.

The horse stance advanced in a series of rapid, sweeping attacks, including tiger pounces, crane pecks, claw tears, and palm strikes, all aimed at Gao Jin's vital points.

His hatred for Gao Jin went far beyond this match. This young man stood up for Chen Luojun and advocated for Hongxing, carrying the grudges between him and the Di Qiu family.

If he can't defeat this young man tonight, then Tiger Lord's reputation built up over the past decades will truly be in vain.

No matter how hard he attacked, Gao Jin's defense was like an impregnable fortress.

Xingyiquan's defense is so tight it's despair-inducing; the arms are like an iron bridge spanning the room, and every block is precisely timed to hit the key point where Tiger Master exerts his power.

It's not about a direct confrontation, but about cutting it off.

Tiger Lord's power was only halfway through when Gao Jin intercepted it with chopping and slashing motions, making him feel so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood.

After several rounds of intense attacks, Tiger's breathing became erratic, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Knowing full well that a prolonged attack would inevitably lead to defeat, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and poured all his strength into this single strike.

"A tiger descends the mountain!"

Tiger roared, twisted his waist, and unleashed the ultimate killing move of the Tiger Crane Dual Form with both fists.

This attack was delivered without any reservation; it was a desperate, all-or-nothing strike. The force of the punch was accompanied by the sound of wind, like two ferocious tigers descending from the mountain, their blood-red mouths wide open, lunging at Gao Jin's face and chest.

The fist was only an inch away from Gao Jin.

In that split second, Gao Jin made his move.

His gaze narrowed slightly, and his previously mountain-like, stable Xingyi stance suddenly loosened.

With a swift movement, he slipped out of Tiger's desperate attack range like a fish entering water.

He tapped his feet a few times on the stage, stepped out of the Baguazhang position, and circled around to Tiger's side.

Tiger's all-out attack missed, and the enormous momentum carried his body forward.

He stumbled, his center of gravity shifted forward instantly, and the door opened wide.

The old forces have been exhausted, and the new forces have not yet taken over. This brief moment is the most fatal flaw.

This was the moment Gao Jin had been waiting for.

He closed in closely, his palm strikes following like a shadow.

A single circular palm strike slashed out diagonally, precisely hitting Tiger's forearm joint.

With a sharp crack, Tiger felt as if his entire right arm had been electrocuted. His fingers loosened, and his tiger claws could no longer hold on.

Before he could react, Gao Jin had already turned and stepped to the side, following up with a series of double-ring palm strikes.

His body moved like a dragon, circling around Tiger Lord, his palm techniques shifting between yin and yang, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Tiger twisted his body desperately, trying to catch up with Gao Jin's shadow, but his movements seemed too slow to Gao Jin.

The next second, Gao Jin locked his footwork, blocking Tiger's escape route.

He lowered his right palm, channeling his inner strength, and gently pressed it onto Tiger's shoulder and back.

The palm strike looked gentle, but Tiger felt a numbness in half of his body, as if his bones had been removed, and he could no longer exert any strength.

The entire Baguazhang routine is performed in one smooth motion, involving entangling, winding, hooking, and pressing.

Tiger's fierce Hung Kuen strength was completely neutralized by Gao Jin's skillful internal strength.

By the time Gao Jin delivered the final blow, Tiger Lord had completely lost the ability to resist.

Gao Jin did not exert any force; he merely used the momentum of the Bagua turning step to gently press and push with the back of his palm.

But the domineering inner strength hidden beneath that gentleness caused Tiger to lose his balance.

Tiger staggered two steps and crashed headfirst into the ring.

The sound of that massive body slamming onto the canvas was so dull it sent shivers down your spine.

He struggled to get up, but as soon as he propped himself up halfway, a sharp pain surged in his chest, his blood churned, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat. He almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

I tried twice, but I still couldn't get up.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

All eyes were on that tall, imposing figure in black.

Gao Jin stopped and stood at attention.

His suit was still as neat as new, and his hair was perfectly styled.

Not a drop of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his breathing remained long and steady, as if the duel had never happened.

He stood in the center of the ring, glancing indifferently at Tiger lying on the ground, his eyes calm and unwavering.

The host rushed onto the stage, squatted down to check on Tiger's condition, and after confirming that he was unable to fight any longer, he excitedly ran to Gao Jin's side and lifted up his left hand.

"The winner... Gao Jin!"