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Ninety-nine Yuki quickly retreated to create distance.

The two exchanged several more blows.

Every move was a head-on collision, creating bursts of explosions in the air.

Ninety-Nine's expression hardened slightly, and his strength increased further. As if he had activated a teleportation technique, he appeared in front of the Eastern Sun plane and threw a punch.

Dongyang Ping responded calmly, without dodging or avoiding, and extended his palm again.

At the instant of contact, with a slight twist of the wrist, the palm of the hand moved downwards from Tsukumo Yuki's fist—

Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

"what?"

Tsukumo Yuki let out a soft "Eh," feeling as if her punch had hit cotton, with all the impact being deflected to the ground.

Her fist grazed Dong Yangping's shoulder, while Dong Yangping's left hand silently pressed down on her ribs.

"good!"

Jiujiu Yuki's eyes lit up, he twisted his waist, and slammed his left elbow down, striking Dong Yangping's palm.

"Bang!"

Elbows and palms collided, producing a dull thud.

The two separated immediately upon contact, each taking a step back.

"Your technique..." Tsukumo Yuki looked at Higashi Yohei with surprise in her eyes, "is very interesting."

Although she didn't use any magical power to enhance her elbow strike, she still used all her strength, which should have been enough to knock anyone's hand away.

But Dong Yangping not only caught it, but caught it very steadily—the force was evenly distributed throughout his body, and not a single footprint was left on the grass beneath his feet.

"You're not bad either," Dong Yangping said. "You reacted quickly."

"This is just the beginning."

Yuki smiled, and this time, a faint energy phantom appeared on her body—a blessing of curse power.

The effect is immediate.

Her speed suddenly increased by 50%, and as she charged forward again, she left a trail of afterimages in the air.

His right leg swept towards Dong Yangping's waist like a whip.

This time, Dongyang Ping did not use the technique of deflecting force.

He chose to take the hit head-on.

His left arm was raised, muscles bulging, forcefully blocking the kick.

"Thump!"

The impact was much louder than before.

The lawn at Dongyangping's feet exploded, sending dirt flying everywhere.

He himself remained motionless, only the muscles in his arms trembled slightly.

Dong Yangping exclaimed in surprise, "Your power has increased so much! Is the boost from your spell power really that great?"

"sharp!"

"You too." Tsukumo Yuki pulled her leg back, her eyes becoming even more serious. "With the force I used just now, your arm should have been broken."

Although Yuki Tsukumo appeared calm on the surface, he was inwardly quite shocked.

She didn't hold back with that kick; it could have easily shattered a level one cursed spirit.

I thought I had overestimated Dong Yangping, but I underestimated him.

"I am not an ordinary person," Dong Yangping said.

"I can tell."

Ninety-nine Yuki attacked again.

This time, she held back—at least within the scope of what she considered "physical sparring."

Fist, leg, elbow, knee.

A barrage of attacks poured forth.

Each strike was imbued with terrifying power enhanced by cursed energy, growing faster and faster, and its angles becoming increasingly unpredictable.

Even a level one sorcerer wouldn't last more than three seconds under such an attack.

But Dongyangping held on.

Moreover, he held it with great ease, appearing to be completely without any pressure.

Instead of using brute force to resist, Dong Yangping began to demonstrate his true skills.

When Yuki Kujukō's right fist came crashing down, his body drifted back half a step like a willow catkin, the fist grazing his nose.

As his left leg swept in, he stepped forward with his right foot, gently pushing with the inside of his knee to change the leg's trajectory.

As the elbow strike aimed at his temple, he tilted his head slightly, his left hand instinctively supporting Yukichi Kujukatsu's elbow joint and pressing it down—

"Bang!"

Ninety-nine Yuki was pulled forward and staggered, almost falling over.

"this……"

She steadied herself, her eyes filled with shock.

It wasn't because of Dong Yangping's power—although his power was considerable, it was still within her comprehension.

It's not because of that skill.

That kind of skill that allows for the ultimate control of power, angle, and timing.

"What kind of martial arts is that?" Tsukumo Yuki couldn't help but ask.

"It doesn't have a name," Dong Yangping said. "It's just some basic fighting techniques, plus my understanding of mechanics."

"Mechanics?" Tsukumo Yuki was taken aback.

"Hmm." Dong Yangping nodded. "Force transmission, lever principle, inertial control, center of gravity transfer... these are all very basic."

Dong Yangping spoke very casually.

In fact, he mostly used Tai Chi techniques, but probably no one present could understand them.

But to the ears of the ninety-nine Yuki, it sounded like thunder.

Basic fighting skills?

Understanding of mechanics?

Are you kidding me!

Each of her attacks was honed through countless trials and tribulations, a killing technique refined in numerous life-or-death battles.

But in front of Dongyang, it was easily resolved like children's squabbles.

I don't believe it.

Tsukumo Yuki took a deep breath, and the curse power in her body intensified.

This time, she increased the power of her spell to 50%.

The muscles are further strengthened under the infusion of magical power, bone density increases, and nerve reaction speed soars.

She charged forward again.

This time, the speed was so fast that it was beyond the reach of the average person's eyes.

But Dong Yangping's eyes are not those of an ordinary person.

He doesn't even need to use his eyes to see.

The moment Jiujiu Yuki moved, his body had already reacted.

Stepping forward with the right foot, the body slightly turned, the left hand extends like a fish, not to block, not to attack, but rather—

Traction.

Tsukumo Yuki's fist was gently deflected by Higashi Yohei's left hand, causing its originally straight trajectory to subtly deviate.

At the same time, Dong Yangping placed his right hand on her shoulder, not with force, but with a gentle push.

Use someone else's strength against them.

"Whoosh—"

Yuki Tsukumo was propelled forward by his own momentum.

She managed to adjust her posture in mid-air, and staggered several steps before regaining her balance upon landing.

Dong Yangping remained standing in the same spot, his breathing perfectly steady.

"This is impossible..." Yuki Tsukumo murmured.

She is a top-tier sorcerer.

Her body, enhanced by techniques over many years, has long surpassed the limits of human capabilities.

She has extensive combat experience, having fought against various enemies around the world.

But now, she was actually suppressed by someone without any magical power, using only pure skill?

"The sorcerer isn't that powerful, should we continue?" Dongyang Ping asked.

Dong Yangping's voice remained calm, but a hint of excitement shone deep in his eyes.

It's been too long since I've encountered an opponent like this.

Shen'er is also very strong, but Shen'er's fighting style is more focused on killing techniques, aiming to kill with one blow, and he won't engage in a prolonged fight like this.

But the ninety-nine is different.

Her physical skills system is very complete, integrating offense and defense, and her strength and speed continue to increase as her magical power enhances them.

This gave Dong Yangping enough time to test his skills and verify the theories he had rehearsed countless times in his mind.

"continue!"

Yuki gritted her teeth, and this time, she increased her curse power to 70%.

The flickering light of the curse almost solidified, but unfortunately Dongyang Ping couldn't see it.

"Watch out," she said. "This time I won't hold back."

"Please." Dongyang Ping assumed a stance.

This time, Tsukumo Yuki's attack was completely different.

It's no longer just about speed and ruthlessness.

Instead, it has a "rhythm".

Her punches and kicks were no longer just relentless attacks, but incorporated feints, deceptive movements, and traps.

He threw a punch, but suddenly changed direction midway through its trajectory.

One leg sweeps in, then abruptly pulls back just before contact, while the other leg attacks from below.

An elbow strike may appear to be aimed at the throat, but the actual target is the heart.

A knee strike may appear to be a direct attack, but it actually conceals a follow-up move.

This is a complete and thoroughly refined combat system.

"How interesting!" Dongyang Ping exclaimed with extreme excitement.

Dong Yangping stopped standing still and began to move.

The steps were light and steady, each step landing perfectly in the right place.

When Jujuku Yuki's fist came crashing down, his body slid to the side like flowing water, the fist grazing past the hem of his clothes.

As the leg swept towards him, he shifted his feet slightly, his body spinning like a top, not only avoiding the attack but also moving to the side of Jujuji.

As the elbow strike came, he gently lifted it with his palm like a feather, changing the direction of the strike, while simultaneously pressing his other hand against Yuki's back.

"Bang!"

Once again, Jujutsu was propelled forward by its own power.

But this time, she didn't stop.

Instead, in the instant of the forward thrust, the waist twists, and the right leg whips backward like a whip—

A surprise attack!

This kick was incredibly fast, incredibly precise, and perfectly timed.

Dong Yangping's eyes lit up.

He didn't dodge, nor could he dodge.

This kick has blocked all his space to dodge.

So he chose—

Hard connection.

Just as the leg was about to strike his waist, Dong Yangping's hands reached out like butterflies flitting among flowers, one above and one below, precisely clamping down on Jiujiu Yuki's calf.

Then, lean back and lift your hands upwards—

Leverage external forces and act in accordance with the prevailing trend.

Tsukumo Yuki was thrown into the air.

She adjusted her posture in mid-air, preparing to land and counterattack.

But Dongyang Ping didn't give her that chance.

The moment she landed, Dongyang Ping was already right next to her.

He placed his right hand on her shoulder, not as an attack, but as a gentle press.

Yuki Tsukumo felt a gentle but irresistible force coming from her shoulder, and she involuntarily fell backward.

She tried to steady herself, but the grass beneath her feet suddenly slipped—

It's not that the grass is slippery.

It was Dong Yangping's foot that had somehow landed on the instep of her foot, gently hooking it.

"Thump."

Ninety-nine Yuki plopped down on the grass.

The entire room fell silent.

Shen Er's eyes widened.

Nanami Kento's mouth dropped open.

Yuki sat on the ground, staring blankly at Higashiyohei, seemingly still unaware of what had happened.

Dong Yangping extended his hand: "Are you alright?"

Jujutsu did not reach out to take his hand.

She simply looked at her hands, at the still-shimmering magical power within her, then raised her head to look at Dong Yangping: "How...how did you do that?"

Her voice trembled slightly: "I just used seventy percent of my magical power, reaching the peak level of a first-level sorcerer in both strength and speed. But you still..."

"Technique," Dong Yangping said. "Just technique."

"What kind of technique can achieve this level of skill?"

Yuki asked, "What were those... techniques you just used? I've seen similar martial arts before, but none quite like yours..."

Have you ever heard of Tai Chi?

Dong Yangping suddenly remembered that this guy was currently traveling the world: "Tai Chi is just one of them. I've also learned the power generation of Bajiquan, the footwork of Xingyiquan, the philosophy of Jeet Kune Do, the ground techniques of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, the elbow and knee techniques of Muay Thai..."

He listed a long list of martial arts styles.

Ninety-nine Yuki was dazzled by the sounds.

"But even if an ordinary person practices these martial arts for a lifetime, they still can't reach your level."

"Because the human body has its limits."

Dong Yangping said, "Their strength is insufficient, their reaction speed is insufficient, their dynamic vision is insufficient, and their nerve conduction speed is insufficient."

"But I don't have those restrictions."

He paused, then continued, "My body can perfectly execute my thoughts. If I want power to flow from the soles of my feet to my fingertips, it can do it. If I want to complete three changes of direction in 0.001 seconds, it can do it. If I want to use minimal force to move a great weight, it can do it."

"So for me, the question isn't whether I can use the skills, but whether I want to acquire them."

Tsukumo Yuki remained silent.

After a long while, she stood up from the ground and patted the grass clippings off her body.

"I see."

Her eyes changed.

It was no longer the surprise, curiosity, and disdain of before.

Instead, it became—respect, respect for the strong.

"Then, Mr. Dongyang, I'm going to go all out now."

Dongyang Ping raised an eyebrow: "Come on!"

"I've changed my mind, and I apologize for my disrespect!"

Yuki laughed, a wild excitement in her eyes: "I want to see if your skills are good enough to handle this."

She clasped her hands together, and the magical power within her began to surge.

It's not just a simple blessing.

Spell – [Wrath of the Stars]!

Dong Yangping suddenly felt the woman in front of him become more present!

Shen Er and Nanami Kento stared wide-eyed, their expressions differing.

Shen Er: They actually used a spell!

Nanami Kento: Shameless!

Shen Er reached his hand to his shoulder, plunged it into the void, and slowly drew out a knife, his whole body poised to strike.

Dongyang Ping faced a lightning-fast punch from Jiujiu Yuki, feeling as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

Kujukyuu used a technique to increase his own mass, making his punches incredibly powerful and fast.

This punch had an unexpected effect.

Just as the fist was about to strike Dong Yangping, the magical energy fluctuations of Tsukumo Yuki and a certain "field" emanating from Dong Yangping's body resonated in a strange way.

Then—"Buzz!"

Black lightning exploded out of thin air.

It wasn't from the fist of the ninety-nine Yuki.

It didn't come from Dongyang Ping either.

Instead, it comes from the space between the two people.

A thin, twisted, unstable black lightning bolt appeared silently, and then—

"Crack!"

The fist, crackling with black lightning, struck Dong Yangping in the chest.

Caught off guard, Dong Yangping was sent flying hundreds of meters away.

Time seemed to stand still.

Tsukumo Yuki was stunned.

Shen Er was stunned.

Nanami Kento was stunned.

"This is……"

Tsukumo Yuki's voice trembled: "Black Flash?"

Her face turned deathly pale instantly: "I... used Black Flash?"

Black flash.

This powerful spatial distortion can only be accidentally triggered when the time error between the curse power and the strike is within 0.000001 seconds.

Its power is 2.5 times that of a normal strike.

Ninety-nine instantly mobilized his magical techniques and incantations, rushing towards Dongyangping at an extremely fast speed while shouting:

"Dong Yangping! You mustn't die!!!"

But there was someone who was faster than her.

Dust dispersed hundreds of meters away.

Dong Yangping coughed as he stood up: "Cough cough cough! That was close. If I hadn't used the momentum to step back, I probably would have bled."

"Dongyang!"

Shen Er examined Dong Yangping's wounds with a gloomy expression.

"How are you? Are you badly hurt?"

Dong Yangping shook his head, looking down at the scorch marks on his chest: "It's not serious. Just a superficial wound."

Shen Er breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Tsukumo Yuki with an unfriendly expression.

Dong Yangping paid no attention to anything else, only reaching out to touch the wound, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable light.

Yuki Tsukumo was at a loss for words.

His physical strength allowed him to withstand a black flash, yet he only suffered superficial injuries.