Under One Person: The End of Technique, Company Building

The air seemed to freeze in the martial arts arena on the twelfth floor of the World Society.

The young elites looked at each other, none of them making the first move.

The image of Zhou Kun inexplicably collapsing to the ground was still flashing before my eyes; the feeling of the ground beneath my feet suddenly coming to life was truly unsettling.

Although Zhuge Qi said he would "not use sorcerer's methods," the opponent's posture at this moment was even more alarming.

Zhuge Qi stood in the center of the field, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, his posture as straight as a pine tree.

He moved his wrists and neck slightly, making a few soft cracking sounds.

Come on, don't be shy.

The young men looked even more distressed.

Zhou Kun, who was standing at the front, rubbed his still sore ankles, glanced back at his companions, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Let's all go together."

The group exchanged glances and then moved simultaneously.

Zhou Kun was the first to rush forward. This time he didn't hold back. He unleashed the power of the Beng Quan (crushing fist) of Xingyi Quan, and the wind from his fist brought out a short whistling sound as it went straight for Zhuge Qi's chest.

At the same time, another slender young man flanked from the left, his legwork swift and cunning, sweeping towards Zhuge Qi's knee.

Two more people were keeping their distance from the others. One had faint flashes of lightning at his fingertips, while the other had his palms clasped together, ready to strike. They were clearly preparing to provide remote support.

They cooperated fairly well.

But Zhuge Qi only took one step forward.

This step was small, even seemingly effortless, but the moment it landed, the person's entire demeanor changed dramatically.

If he was a tree standing in the wind just now, relaxed and natural, then at this moment he is like a mountain that has suddenly risen from the ground, steady, heavy, and unshakable.

Bajiquan, Tieshankao.

His shoulders slumped slightly, and his whole body seemed to twist into a rope using the force of that step, then he met Zhou Kun's punch head-on without any fancy moves.

boom!

A muffled thud.

Zhou Kun felt as if his fist had smashed into a moving wall. The force of the impact traveled up his arm to his shoulder, and he was thrown backward uncontrollably. He stumbled back seven or eight steps before his companion caught him. His face turned bright red instantly, and his right arm trembled slightly as it hung at his side.

Zhuge Qi didn't even glance at him. He turned his body smoothly and used his left hand to deflect the kick that swept in from the left.

He placed his palm on the young man's calf, his fingers slightly curled up as if he were grasping a stick, and then pulled it outwards.

The thin young man lost his balance, spun around twice, and fell to the ground with a thud, hitting his head on the non-slip floor tiles, wincing in pain.

From the moment he swept his leg to the moment he fell, it took less than half a second.

Seeing this, the two remaining young men who were far away dared not wait any longer.

A flash of lightning, and a thin arc of electricity shot out; another person pushed forward with both palms, and an invisible wave of air, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, swept over.

Zhuge Qi's eyes flickered slightly.

He didn't dodge or use magic to defend himself. Instead, he took a step diagonally to the right front with his left foot, lowered his body slightly, and suddenly spread his arms outward from his waist.

Bajiquan, one of the six major opening techniques – the support hammer.

The punch, carrying an incomparably powerful force, shattered the arc of electricity and the shockwave in mid-air.

The explosive energy spread outwards like ripples on water, causing the wooden sticks on the nearby weapon rack to clang.

The training ground fell silent for a moment.

The young men stood there, their faces increasingly grim.

They had seen many experts before, and the World Society had hosted many powerful figures from the world of supernatural beings over the years, but they had never seen anyone like Zhuge Qi who stood still for half a step and defeated all four of them in less than three moves.

Moreover, the other party's breathing remained perfectly steady throughout the entire process.

"Want some more?" Zhuge Qi withdrew from his stance, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his tone as calm as if he were asking the cafeteria chef if they had braised pork today.

Zhou Kun gritted his teeth, glanced at his companions, and then at Feng Zhenghao standing on the sidelines. He noticed that the president was expressionless, showing neither intention to stop nor to encourage him, but simply standing there quietly watching.

He got it.

The chairman also wanted to see what this Section Chief Zhuge was really made of.

"Again!" Zhou Kun gritted his teeth, shook his still numb right arm, and got back into position.

The remaining people also gathered around.

This time, they didn't hold back.

The five people attacked simultaneously, their fists, feet, lightning techniques, and internal energy weaving into a dense net, launching attacks from different angles and directions at the same time.

Zhuge Qi's gaze finally became a little more serious.

But it's only a little bit.

He lunged forward, his entire body darting across the ground like an arrow released from a bow, avoiding the strongest force from the front. As he moved, he twisted his body to generate power, his right fist bursting out from his waist, aiming straight for the shoulder of the person on his right.

Bajiquan emphasizes "movement like a taut bow, power like a thunderclap," with short and fierce strikes and no unnecessary fancy movements.

A punch landed on the opponent's shoulder, and the man felt a numbness in half of his body, his legs went weak, and he knelt down on one knee.

Using the recoil from the punch, Zhuge Qi turned his body to the side, his elbow like a spear, and thrust backward, striking the forearm of another person who was trying to sneak up on him from behind.

A soft "click" sounded.

It's not a fracture, it's a joint dislocation.

Although Bajiquan is an extremely powerful and fierce style of boxing, Zhuge Qi's mastery of his body was also at a very high level, enabling him to repel the enemy without harming them.

The man cried out in pain and backed away, clutching his arms.

Two more muffled thuds followed, and the remaining two men were also knocked to the ground by Zhuge Qi with extremely swift and clean movements.

The entire process took no more than ten seconds.

Five elite members of the World Alliance lay scattered on the ground. Although none of them were seriously injured, they had completely lost the ability to continue fighting.

The training ground was filled with the lingering warmth of the remaining Qi energy.

Feng Zhenghao remained standing in the same spot, his smile completely gone, replaced by a deep, scrutinizing expression.

As he watched Zhuge Qi's retreating figure, he was quickly reassessing the young section chief's importance in his mind.

Bajiquan (Eight Extremities Fist).

The Zhuge family has passed down the art of the Wuhou Qimen, a fact known to everyone in the world of supernatural beings.

The art of Qimen Dunjia is profound and mysterious, mainly focusing on setting up formations, casting spells, and harmonizing the five elements. It has always been the pinnacle of families of sorcerers. However, because the Qimen Dunjia of Zhuge Liang is so dazzling, many people have overlooked one thing: the boxing style of the Zhuge family.

Feng Zhenghao was certainly familiar with Bajiquan.

Extremely fierce and domineering, its close-quarters combat is unparalleled, and when mastered, it can concentrate all the strength of the body into one point to unleash explosive power.

Although Zhuge Qi's Bajiquan technique looks simple, the most terrifying thing is the control he has over it.

Those punches just now, each one hit the perfect spot, rendering the opponent unable to fight without causing serious injury.

This kind of precise control is much more difficult than punching someone and sending them flying.

Moreover... Feng Zhenghao could tell that Zhuge Qi was far from using his full strength.

Liu Yanyan stood on the sidelines, her mouth agape in a round "O" shape.

When she was captured by Zhuge Qi before, although she had witnessed how powerful his magic was, she was in a state of sealed Qi at the time, and her perception was limited. She only knew that she had been captured and that the other party was very strong, but she had no idea how strong he was.

Now, seeing Zhuge Qi use pure physical skills to defeat five elite superhumans without any chance to fight back, she truly understood what "strong" meant.