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Feng Yuxiu's expression changed slightly.

The force of his punch was enough to punch right through a solid brick wall.

But when the fist struck the tornado, it felt like a punch hitting a spinning vortex.

That powerful and fierce fist force was wrapped, dismantled, and devoured layer by layer, until only one-tenth of it could actually reach the opponent.

Immediately afterwards, Tornado's punching style changed, with his elbows and shoulders following in quick succession, and his whole body rolled towards Feng Yuxiu like a giant spinning top.

The swirling force spun into Feng Yuxiu's entire right arm, causing it to go numb.

He had to lower his body and retreat three steps to dissipate the persistent force.

He rubbed two deep scratches into the metal tabletop beneath his feet, the grating sound echoing throughout the martial arts gym.

With just this one move, the difference in skill was immediately apparent.

Although Long Juanfeng was old and frail, his mastery of the Whirlwind Fist had reached a state of perfection.

It combines softness and hardness, emptiness and fullness, and its spiraling internal force is specifically designed to break through all kinds of hard, straight force.

Feng Yuxiu's fierce fighting style was like punching cotton, only to be pricked by a steel needle inside the cotton.

But Feng Yuxiu was ultimately still Feng Yuxiu.

The moment he landed, he had already adjusted his breathing, and the coldness in his eyes intensified.

Instead of launching another reckless attack, he began to probe and probe from a distance.

His movements were unpredictable and elusive; his limp did not hinder his actions at all, but rather made his movement routes even more difficult to predict.

He advanced and retreated intermittently, making contact only to break away immediately, constantly circling around the tornado, searching for an opening.

The tornado dared not be careless.

With the horse stance firmly planted, the whirlwind punch unfolds layer by layer, the power flowing throughout the body, the fist wind forming a dense air shield, protecting every vital point on the body.

The battle instantly intensified.

Feng Yuxiu seized the opportunity and suddenly closed in on Long Juanfeng's side, his palm strike as sharp as a knife aimed at his throat.

Tornado's shoulder sank, and he swept his fist horizontally, forcing Feng Yuxiu to retreat.

The moment Feng Yuxiu retreated, he threw another punch, this time a hard punch of Hung Gar, aimed at Long Juanfeng's chest and abdomen.

Tornado's fists spun rapidly, parrying and striking head-on. The two fought back and forth in the center of the ring, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

Tornado unleashed a spinning punch, the spiraling force creating a gust of wind that forced Feng Yuxiu to dodge to the side.

Before Feng Yuxiu could catch his breath, Long Juanfeng had already taken a step and twisted his body, unleashing a series of spinning punches with his fists, the force layered upon layer, surging in wave after wave like a tide.

Feng Yuxiu's arms went numb from the two punches, and a piece of his shirt was torn at the chest, revealing the bruised flesh underneath.

Feng Yuxiu, unwilling to be controlled, suddenly changed his tactics.

He slammed his shoulder into Tornado's center, and with the strength of his young waist and abdomen, delivered a vicious knee strike to Tornado's abdomen.

The tornado hastily lowered its waist to block.

"Bang!"

His forearm took the brunt of the heavy knee strike, the dull thud echoing across the ring.

Tornado's body swayed slightly, and his face turned even more ashen in that instant.

A sharp, stabbing pain suddenly shot through my chest.

The hidden ailment caused by lung cancer suddenly flared up at this critical juncture.

The tornado felt a burning pain in its lungs and internal organs, and its blood and qi surged. The originally condensed and flowing vortex of energy was momentarily slowed down.

Feng Yuxiu seized the opportunity and displayed the explosive power of a peak martial artist to the fullest at this moment.

He reached out with lightning speed, precisely grabbing Tornado's wrists, and with a twist, his waist suddenly flipped over as the wrist bones exerted force.

Over-the-shoulder throw!

"Bang!"

Tornado was slammed hard onto the metal ring, the loud noise causing the entire audience to gasp.

But his reaction was still incredibly fast. Before his body had fully landed, he rolled over, dissipating most of the impact. Then, he braced himself with one hand, leaped up, and miraculously stood up again the instant he fell.

The moment he stood up, Tornado's fist slammed out again.

The spiraling force of the Whirlwind Fist swirled through the air, grazing past Feng Yuxiu's shoulder.

Although the punch didn't land properly, the swirling force still tore through Feng Yuxiu's flesh, leaving a bloody gash about an inch long on his shoulder, the blood instantly staining his clothes red.

The two distanced themselves again.

Feng Yuxiu's shoulder was ripped open, and blood dripped down his arm.

But his momentum did not diminish at all; on the contrary, he attacked even more fiercely, like an enraged wild beast.

He knew that every inch shorter was more dangerous, so he kept closing the distance with the tornado, engaging in close combat, dislocating bones and striking meridians, and using absolute explosive power to impact his opponent.

Tornadoes continue to advance steadily.

Whirlwind Fist repeatedly deflected the killing move, and several times the whirlwind fist delivered penetrating force, striking Feng Yuxiu's ribs and chest.

His decades of combat experience came into full play at this moment.

But every time he threw a punch, it felt like his lungs were being stabbed with a red-hot iron bar.

It hurts, it hurts so much!

More than a hundred moves have passed since I took office.

The veins on Long Juanfeng's arms bulged, and fine blood foam began to seep from the corners of his mouth.

The stabbing pain in my chest became more and more frequent and intense; each time I exerted force, it felt like I was burning up the rest of my life.

But he did not back down and forged ahead.

On the other side, Feng Yuxiu, despite being injured, still had abundant blood and energy, and his breathing remained steady and normal.

He's much younger than Tornado, and he's in his prime.

Although the punches that landed on him were lethal, his recovery speed was astonishing.

Within a few breaths, he had suppressed the bruises and shock injuries.

This terrifying man seemed to have inexhaustible stamina.

It was another round of all-out, hard-fought battle.

Their fists collided violently once again.

"puff!"

A mouthful of scarlet blood spurted from Tornado's mouth and splattered onto the arena.

His spinning force dissipated halfway through, the power broke down, and he lacked follow-up strength.

He staggered back several steps, his legs trembling slightly, unable to maintain his horse stance that he had held for decades.

He held on desperately, refusing to collapse.

But his body was no longer under his control.

Every breath was accompanied by pain throughout my chest, and even raising my arm became difficult.

His spinning punches remain exquisite, and his fighting spirit remains undiminished.

However, if exquisite boxing techniques are not supported by sufficient qi and blood, they are ultimately just empty gestures.

Feng Yuxiu gave him no chance to catch his breath.

His figure approached like a ghost, abandoning all fancy moves, and unleashing a barrage of punches.

The first punch dispersed the tornado's last remaining vortex, the second punch struck directly at the open chest, and the third punch, with its deep, penetrating force, slammed into the tornado's old lung and internal injuries.

Three consecutive heavy blows, each punch landing squarely.

Tornado desperately raised his arm to block, but his arm was already numb and unable to withstand this level of continuous attacks.

That domineering internal force pierced through his defenses, causing his internal organs to shift.

His pupils dilated suddenly, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the edge of the ring.

puff.

Tornado collapsed onto the ring, one arm dangling outside the ring.

His chest heaved violently, each breath accompanied by a tearing sound, and blood gushed from his mouth, dripping onto the tin table and spreading a crimson stain.

He gritted his teeth, trying to use his last bit of strength to pull himself up.

His fingers gripped the tabletop so tightly that the tips turned white. He tried once, twice, three times.

Each time, just a few inches off the ground, my body would fall heavily back down.

He never managed to stand up again.

Feng Yuxiu stood still, looking down at the tornado.

There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and multiple wounds on his shoulders and arms were oozing blood.

But his breathing remained steady, and his eyes remained clear.

His face lacked the arrogance of a victor, instead carrying an imperceptible solemnity.

He slowly walked forward, stopped in front of Tornado, bent down slightly, lowered his voice, and said something in a volume that only the two of them could hear.

"Master Long, can you still stand up?"

Tornado lay on her back, staring at the blinding spotlights overhead. She managed to twitch the corners of her mouth, as if she wanted to laugh or say something.

In the end, he simply shook his head slowly, closed his eyes, and a tear mixed with blood slid down from the corner of his eye and disappeared into the gray hair at his temples.

Feng Yuxiu straightened up and took a step back.

The outcome is already decided.

The referee ran up, squatted down next to the tornado to take a look, then stood up, ran to Feng Yuxiu's side, and raised his right arm high.

"The winner... is Feng Yuxiu!"

This time, there was no cheering.

Everyone stood up, and thunderous applause erupted.

This applause is for Feng Yuxiu, and also for Long Juanfeng.

Hundreds of people clapped silently, paying their final respects to the old man on the stage who could no longer stand up.

Tornado lay on the ring, listening to the thunderous applause around him, and finally slowly opened his eyes.

He saw Xin Yi and Twelve Young Master rush onto the stage with tears streaming down their faces, saw Chen Luojun standing to the side with red eyes, and saw Di Qiu with his head down, his face extremely gloomy.

He also saw Gao Jin standing by the ring, bowing to him with a solemn gesture.

He grinned and smiled silently.

Perhaps... such an ending... isn't so bad...