The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1659 The most capable fighter is definitely him, could it be me!

The underground boxing match was in full swing, and people were cheering.

Because Wang Jiu, as the manager, actually got into a fight with a stranger.

As the surrounding people dispersed, enough space was immediately created for a fight.

"call!"

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Xiahou Wu assumed a stance reminiscent of Tongbei Quan (a style of Chinese martial arts), his fists gradually showing prominent veins.

Looking at Xiahou Wu's posture, Wang Jiu chuckled and said, "Tongbei? Hahaha! Interesting!"

At this point, Wang Jiu pointed to both fingers and said, "Divine Strike!"

Just as Wang Jiu finished speaking, the two men who rushed forward collided instantly.
"Bang bang bang!"

The heavy punches collided, but Wang Jiu laughed as if nothing had happened, saying, "Hahaha, is that all you've got?"

Xiahou Wu blocked the finger-sword with his backhand, took half a step back, and changed his hands, instantly transforming into Xingyi.
Seeing Xiahou Wu's change in attitude, Wang Jiu also became serious.

Because compared to the head-on confrontation of Tongbei Quan, Xingyi Quan is "yin" (subtle/underhanded).

The two clashed again, and Wang Jiu immediately felt waves of inexplicable force being injected into his body.

"Drink!"

With a roar, Wang Jiu couldn't help but howl.
After exchanging short punches, Xiahou Wu deflected the force and retreated, then entangled his opponent's arm and switched to a "drilling" motion.
Just as Wang Jiu realized something was wrong, a fist as thick as a cannon slammed into his chest.

Suppressing his inner energy, Xiahou Wu changed his attack before Wang Jiu could counterattack.

As Xiahou Wu unleashed his full power, relentlessly pounding into Wang Jiu, everyone around froze in place. Was this really Wang Jiu? He was being completely overwhelmed by an unknown person!
"boom!"

Despite enduring Xiahou Wu's punch, Wang Jiu retaliated by slamming a punch into his chest.

Staggering backward, Xiahou Wu stomped his foot hard, coughing up blood.

With a vicious glare at Xiahou Wu, Wang Jiu pointed forward and said, "Who the hell taught you Xingyi Drilling Fist to break through the Divine Strike? Damn it!"

Upon hearing Wang Jiu's words, Xiahou Wu replied, "Your external martial arts are very powerful, but your internal martial arts are lacking!"

"Puniam!"

Looking at Xiahou Wu in front of him, Wang Jiu no longer wanted to laugh.
The reason he couldn't fight against the big boss, the tornado, was because he didn't know internal energy!

Otherwise, how could these two guys have the right to swagger around over him?
Thinking of Xiahou Wu in front of him, Wang Jiu couldn't help but think of Zhang Cheng, because that guy was also a bastard.

Staring in stunned silence at the duel between the two, the previously heated atmosphere now fell silent, everyone holding their breath, because it was simply too incredible.

Watching the two exchange blows with the skill of martial arts masters, everyone stared wide-eyed.

Because this is a true contest between masters, not everyone throwing wild punches.

"Oh!"

Each of them kicked the other, and Xiahou Wu and Wang Jiu both staggered back two steps.

Just as Xiahou Wu was about to continue, the big boss came out and said, "Have you had enough, young man?"

Looking at the big boss in front of him, Xiahou Wu couldn't help but become serious.
Because he could sense that the oppressive aura emanating from the other party was extremely terrifying.
"Farewell!"

After bowing respectfully, Xiahou Wu turned and left the underground boxing match.
Looking at Wang Jiu beside him, the big boss didn't say much, but his eyes turned gloomy.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is really boring, we've only played half of it yet." Spitting out the sunflower seed shells, Zhang Cheng looked at the big boss with a face full of disgust.

If it weren't for him, Wang Jiu would definitely have been beaten to a pulp by Xiahou Wu today, hands in his pockets, too afraid to fight back.

Don't ask why, the answer is that they suffered from a lack of internal strength.

The reason why the tornado could keep Wang Jiu from entering Kowloon Walled City was because his "Whirlwind Fist" was the perfect counter to Shen Da!
Zhang Cheng held Wang Jiu's wrist to prevent him from using hard qigong.
It's the same principle; if you can't even activate the Divine Strike, how can you fight him?
Even with good luck, Wang Jiu couldn't withstand Old Zhang, the "repairman"!
After all, someone always carries various currencies such as French francs, British pounds, and US dollars on them.

Pulling a claw hammer out of his pocket is nothing compared to how impolite he is; he would have grabbed a shotgun long ago.
Zhang Cheng: You have a gun but don't use it; you use martial arts instead. How the hell are you going to become a grandmaster?
Wang Jiu:
But after Xiahou Wu left, he actually turned back.

Seeing Xiahou Wu return, the big boss almost clenched his fist in frustration.

"Um, I'd like to ask, between Zhang Sir and you, who has better kung fu?"

Looking at Wang Jiu with curiosity, Xiahou Wu became surprised.

"Puniam, he's definitely the best fighter, so who else could it be but me!"

Looking at Xiahou Wu with annoyance, Wang Jiu roared.

"Thank you!"

Looking awkwardly at Wang Jiu, Xiahou Wu turned and left again.
Looking at Wang Jiu beside him, the big boss asked with a puzzled expression, "You've learned how to shift the blame?"

Upon hearing the big boss's words, Wang Jiu said awkwardly, "That bastard knows internal energy!"

The big boss gave Wang Jiu a meaningful look, then suddenly realized, because he himself knew the weakness of Wang Jiu's fighting style.
Otherwise, how could the big boss dare to keep a vicious wolf like Wang Jiu by his side?
Back in his apartment, Xiahou Wu looked at the bruises on his body and couldn't help but grimac.
Because he underestimated Wang Jiu's "divine strike"; the opponent was really tough!

If it weren't for the "drilling" technique of Xingyi Quan, he wouldn't have been able to break through the defense at all.
However, the thought that there were so many experts in Hong Kong made Xiahou Wu's smile even more excited, because his chance to prove himself had come.

A few days later, the Kowloon Mobile Unit assembled.

Everyone arrived at the drill ground.

Looking at the assembled police officers, Xiahou Wu spoke up: "I am Xiahou Wu, a disciple of the He Yi Sect, and a specially appointed instructor of the police force, here to teach you close combat!"

As soon as Xiahou Wu finished speaking, the soldiers and police below applauded sparsely.
After all, no matter how good they are at fighting, how could they possibly beat Inspector Cheung, who is a member of the Kowloon Tigers?

"Officer Zhang, I'd like to challenge you to a contest!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng sitting at the head of the table, Xiahou Wu couldn't help but speak.
Zhang Cheng stared at Xiahou Wu with a twitching mouth, truly not expecting that this guy was no better than Feng Yuxiu.
Martial arts fanatics are such a troublesome bunch!
Looking at Xiahou Wu, Zhang Cheng immediately took off his suit jacket and said, "Let's all just try it on for a bit, don't ruin the atmosphere!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng say this, Xiahou Wu smiled and said, "Good!"

Five minutes later, Xiahou Wu, lying face down on the mat, was filled with shock, as if he couldn't believe what he had just experienced.
He had already pushed his strength to the limit, but why, why couldn't he even touch Zhang Cheng's clothes?
"Impossible? This is impossible! I started learning martial arts at six, mastered Tongbei at ten, and integrated Xingyi and Bagua at twelve, but how come I still can't beat them?"

Staring at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, Xiahou Wu's face broke down; his Dao heart shattered.
Just then, sunlight streamed through the glass and fell on Zhang Cheng, making it impossible for Xiahou Wu to see the person's face clearly.
Looking at Xiahou Wu, Zhang Cheng bent down with a smile and said, "Don't be sad, it's normal that you can't beat me, because no one can beat me!"

"puff!"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Xiahou Wu's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

"Oh no, Officer Zhang, you've killed Instructor Xiahou!"

Staring at Zhang Cheng in shock, the soldiers and police panicked.

Seeing this, Huang Bingyao, holding the "Gun of Kindness," scratched his back and said, "Wow, this guy is so useless! He's supposed to be a specially appointed instructor? How did he get shot dead?"

Turning to look at Wong Bing-yiu, the other superintendents and chief inspectors remained silent, because Lee Man-bun was also quiet.
Back in Huangzhukeng, he understood one thing: no matter how high one's talent in martial arts is, it can't surpass the heavens; no matter how profound one's aptitude is, it can't surpass the earth; and no matter how good you are at fighting, you can't beat Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng: My Hong Kong Island is all by myself, my name is Feng Yucheng!
(End of this chapter)