I was told I'd be a late bloomer, but I was born with the potential to achieve great things!

"Snapped!"

Before the fist even landed, a crisp sound exploded out.

Ming Jin.

Fang Feng, who was just about to watch the show, suddenly changed his expression, and his smile froze.

Both use the same technique, but some people's strikes are like a silent fart, while others' strikes are fierce, explosive, and like the roar of firecrackers.

Clearly, Zhou An in front of us is the latter.

"That kid..."

Fang Feng was secretly alarmed.

"Good timing."

Wu Tao, the opponent, suddenly brightened up and shouted.

Without dodging or avoiding, he drew an arc with his left foot, exerted force from his waist, clenched his right hand tightly, took a right bow stance, and slammed his fist out like a cannonball.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided in mid-air, and a rapid burst of force erupted with a loud cracking sound.

"Junior brother, the power of Tongbei Changquan should explode when it hits the enemy... Prematurely unleashing the force will only result in insufficient power."

Wu Tao took three steps back, inwardly praising the young man, while pointing at Zhou An, who had taken five steps back.

"Next, let your senior brother teach you what the Tongbei Changquan (a style of Chinese martial arts) is all about."

"it is good."

Zhou An's eyes shone brightly, brimming with fighting spirit.

From that punch, he could clearly feel that Wu Tao's strength was significantly greater than his own.

But that's what makes it challenging.

With this thought in mind, Zhou An took a deep breath, stepped onto the grass, bent his knees slightly, let his arms hang naturally, and relaxed his shoulder joints.

This is precisely the starting stance of Tongbei Changquan's "relaxing shoulders and probing back"—it remains still until it moves, and then it is astonishing.

Eight steps away, Wu Tao put away the mockery in his eyes and also got into a fighting stance. Their eyes met in the air, as if sparks were flying.

Wu Tao moved.

He stepped forward with his left foot, quickly closing the distance, and lashed out with his right arm like a whip.

"Snapped!"

Before the fist even arrived, the sharp sound of it cutting through the air pierced Zhou An's eardrums.

Tongbei Changquan emphasizes striking far and wide, and Wu Tao's "Splitting Mountain Cannon" was incredibly swift, with the momentum of whipping mountains.

A strong wind blew against his face, but Zhou An neither dodged nor avoided it.

He didn't choose to dodge because he wanted to see just how big the gap was between him and such an outstanding senior disciple in close combat.

Then Zhou An pulled his left shoulder back and swung his right arm diagonally upwards.

This is a flicking technique from the Tongbei Changquan (a style of Chinese martial arts). The two arms cross and make a crisp snapping sound, not the dull thud of muscles colliding, but more like two tough old vines striking each other in mid-air.

"Bang!"

Another muffled thud exploded between the two men, who simultaneously took a half step back, separated after a brief contact, and then rushed forward again at the same time.

Zhou An was very fast. Relying on his perfected Tongbei Changquan (a type of Chinese martial art), he launched an attack before Wu Tao.

Seeing him walk in an arc, his waist and hips twisting, his right arm suddenly limply threw out as if it had lost its joints, and then suddenly straightened up halfway through.

This is an extremely vicious punch in Tongbei Changquan. It looks straightforward, but in reality, the punch is thrown out with tremendous force, starting from the feet, passing through the waist and back, and connecting the shoulder, elbow, and wrist, heading straight for Wu Tao's right chest.

Logically, this punch should have been aimed at Wu Tao's left chest and heart.

But since it wasn't a life-or-death struggle between the two, Zhou An naturally had to be careful.

Seeing the sudden gust of wind, Wu Tao's pupils contracted. He tucked in his chest and stomach, reacting extremely quickly, and pressed his left hand down sharply to block Zhou An's fist.

At the same time, his right arm drew a fierce arc from the outside in, his fist opened into a palm, and he slashed towards Zhou An's neck.

The entire process flowed smoothly without the slightest hesitation, and the force was both fierce and powerful.

Zhou An felt a chill run down his neck, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"not good."

"This is the circle hand and chopping fist from the Tongbei Changquan style. If this strike lands, Brother Zhou will probably faint immediately."

Everyone's expression changed upon seeing this, and Liu Shuqing, who was watching from the sidelines, turned pale.

too fast.

By the time Liu Shuqing could clearly see Wu Tao's move, it was too late to stop him.

"That kid's done for."

Fang Feng, who had come with Wu Tao, smiled. Although this Senior Brother Wu was a bit slow-witted, his martial arts skills far surpassed his own.

"what?"

Just when everyone thought Zhou An was about to faint, unexpectedly, at this critical moment, Zhou An suddenly squatted down.

"Snapped!"

With a loud bang, Wu Tao's hand blade, powerful enough to cut through bricks and tiles, actually grazed Zhou An's hair.

At the same time, Zhou An's right arm lashed out like a gazelle's horn, thrusting out from under his armpit and aiming straight for Wu Tao's ribs.

Although Tongbei Changquan emphasizes large, sweeping movements, it also has the advantage of using long fist techniques in short-range applications, as exemplified by the move "Needle Piercing Under the Armpit."

In an instant, Wu Tao let out a muffled groan, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly retreated.

When the two separated, Wu Tao looked down and saw that the clothes on his ribs had been torn by the wind.

If Zhou An hadn't been a step too slow, he would probably be seriously injured by now.

Thinking of this, Wu Tao's breathing became heavier, and he felt his sweat-soaked clothes clinging tightly to his body.

At this moment, Liu Shuqing, Fang Feng, and the others watching from the sidelines also subconsciously held their breath. The back-and-forth exchanges between the two made them feel incredibly excited.

For a moment, all that could be heard was the faint sound of the two people's feet rubbing against the grass.

"What a brilliant move, 'Threading a Needle Under the Armpit'! It seems Junior Brother Zhou's Tongbei Changquan is nearing mastery, but..."

Wu Tao suddenly spoke, his eyes sharpening, "But your 'Circling Hand' move isn't quite polished enough. Let your senior brother give you some more pointers."

"it is good."

Zhou An took deep breaths to adjust his breathing. This life-or-death battle was exhilarating for him, and he gained a deeper understanding of the techniques of Tongbei Changquan.

Almost the instant Zhou An finished speaking, Wu Tao pounced on him again.

Then he changed his previous offensive style. When he swung his arms, he no longer simply whipped in a straight line, but drew a series of continuous circles.

Large circles enclose smaller circles, and within the perfect circle are inverted circles.

With a wave of his hand, his two thick, long arms, like invisible chains, enveloped Zhou An's entire body.

The circular hand strike combines offense and defense, and vice versa.

This is an advanced technique of Tongbei Changquan (a style of Chinese martial arts). The simultaneous movement of both fists makes it difficult for the opponent to judge the angle from which the attack will come in a short period of time.

Although Zhou An felt the pressure increase, his eyes were bright, and he used his arms to parry and strike, blocking left and right.

Throw, slap, pierce, chop, drill...

Zhou An mastered the five basic techniques of Tongbei Changquan, and the sound of his arms colliding with Wu Tao's was as loud as a sudden downpour.

"Good lad, doesn't his arm feel any pain?"

Wu Tao grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

Even Fang Feng couldn't withstand his fierce attacks for long, but this outsider "newcomer" was able to keep going, his face becoming rosier and his spirits growing stronger with each blow.

"Senior Brother Wu, how about we stop today's guidance? After all, I just took the blood-replenishing powder."

Seeing Wu Tao's uncertain expression, Zhou An quickly spoke during the brief pause.

He was having a great time, and under Wu Tao's repeated attacks, his boxing skills were improving faster and faster.

They quickly shifted from a teaching-oriented approach to a practice-oriented one.

Based on his current playing style, Zhou An felt he could play for a whole day and night, but that wouldn't lead to much improvement.

It's unnecessary and meaningless.

"You little brat, how dare you talk so arrogantly."

Enraged, Wu Tao seized the opportunity when Zhou An parried once more, his right arm being deflected by Zhou An's circling hand, and suddenly threw a punch straight into the latter's chest.

This punch concentrated all his strength and was a long-planned killing move. The speed of the punch was so fast that it only left a faint afterimage in the air.

"not good!"

The crowd gasped in surprise.

Just as Zhou An was about to be blasted away by the punch, his body made an inexplicable move at that moment.

Instead of dodging or blocking, he went with the force of Wu Tao's deflection of his right arm and stepped forward.

This step caused Zhou An's body to spin rapidly like a top in the wind, narrowly avoiding Wu Tao's fist grazing his blue robe.

At the same time, Zhou An used the centrifugal force of the rapid rotation to make his right arm, which had been deflected, trace a huge arc and circle back from behind at an incredible speed and angle.

"Snapped!"

His hand, like an iron whip, lashed fiercely at Wu Tao's temple!

"Turning Whip!"

Fang Feng exclaimed in shock, never expecting Zhou An to turn the crisis into an opportunity in this way.

This is no longer a matter of brute force; it's a battle of wits.

With a single backflip, using footwork and rotation, the original opening is transformed into a thunderous counterattack.

Wu Tao's expression changed drastically, and he quickly raised his left arm to block.

"Bang!"

A heavy impact rang out. Wu Tao raised his left arm to block at the critical moment, but his body was knocked back and he staggered back four or five steps before he could barely regain his balance.

When he stopped, his left arm was in excruciating pain and trembled uncontrollably.

Zhou An also took three steps back, his chest heaving violently.

Some of it was acting, and some was real, because his quick-thinking counterattack had also taken a toll on his physical and mental strength.

Zhou An slowly adjusted his breathing, and the muscles in his shoulders and back rippled slightly under the skin like flowing water, which was a manifestation of highly concentrated and circulating energy.

The wind blew across the open space, stirring up fine dust.

The disdain in Wu Tao's eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

This newcomer is better than he imagined.

Although his strength was inferior, he always managed to block his attacks at crucial moments. If it weren't for his slightly clumsy speed, he probably would have...

"Junior Brother Zhou, I have another move, the Whirlwind Fist, which can unleash three times the force in an instant. You'd better be careful."

Meeting Zhou An's gaze, Wu Tao spoke in a deep voice, and a loud snapping sound erupted between his knuckles.

"That's enough!"

Just then, a cold snort came.

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