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Chapter 97 Eight Extremes Victory

Chen Fan's hair was blown slightly backward by the strong wind, but his expression remained unchanged.

The right hand emerges from the waist, the five fingers also spread out, but it is not a tiger claw, but a supporting palm from Bajiquan.

Supporting palm – using the palm to counter the claws, using force to overpower others!

The sharpness of claws lies in the fingertips, and the power of the palm lies in the center of the hand.

The tiger's claws are most lethal at the fingertips; once they're firmly gripped, even a laceration is the least of your worries.

But the supporting palm is different. The force of the supporting palm is distributed throughout the entire palm, using a large area to fight against a small area, making it easy to break through the surface by focusing on a single point.

It can be said that Chen Fan chose the most difficult way to deal with the situation.

But he remained confident, and all of this confidence stemmed from the difference in their physical strength.

There's a saying that a strong body is never a disadvantage. Although he doesn't look particularly strong, he's as tough as steel that's been tempered a thousand times!

Chen Fan's right palm struck Fang Fuming's tiger claw squarely.

Snapped!

A crisp sound of impact rang out.

Fang Fuming felt as if his five fingers were gripping a steel plate, and the strength in his fingertips was forcefully slapped back by an even heavier force.

The tiger's claw attack crumbled instantly, and the knuckles of his right hand went numb.

But he did not back down.

The essence of the Tiger style lies in its courageous and relentless advance, with no retreat.

In the instant the tiger's claws were shattered, Fang Fuming's left fist slammed out from his side.

The angle of this punch was extremely tricky, coming from below and aimed directly at Chen Fan's chin.

Hung Kuen - Sky-Piercing Cannon!

This is the most ruthless move in the Tiger style.

Using the tiger claw to attract the opponent's attention, the real killing move is hidden in the fist behind.

Many masters have fallen to this punch, their jawbones shattered, and they lost their fighting ability on the spot.

But Chen Fan's reaction was faster than Fang Fuming had expected, even strangely fast.

The instant Fang Fuming's left fist flipped out from his side, Chen Fan's left hand had already reacted.

Instead of blocking, you press down directly.

The palm pressed precisely on the back of Fang Fuming's fist, the force just right, deflecting the punch's trajectory by half an inch.

At the same time, he suddenly pulled his right palm back from the supporting position, his five fingers together, his fist facing upward, and used the spinning force of his body to slam into Fang Fuming's shoulder.

Bajiquan Reverse Strike!

The timing of that punch was extremely precise.

Fang Fuming's cannonball had just been deflected, and his center of gravity was leaning forward, so he had no time to dodge.

boom!

Fang Fuming grunted, his upper body jerking backward as the punch to his right shoulder sent him sprawling.

But he gritted his teeth and steadied his stance, then swung his left leg out sharply, aiming straight for Chen Fan's knee.

Hung Kuen - Iron Broom!

This was his final tactic.

Taking a punch to the shoulder and receiving a kick in return, as long as it hits Chen Fan's knee, can at least bring the battle back to a draw.

But Chen Fan seemed to have anticipated this move.

As Fang Fuming swept out with his left leg, he had already raised his right knee, his lower leg perpendicular to the ground, his kneecap meeting Fang Fuming's instep.

boom!

The result of knee hitting the instep is self-evident.

Fang Fuming felt as if he had kicked an iron pillar. A piercing pain shot through the instep, and his entire left leg, from ankle to knee, felt numb.

He wanted to change his tactics again, but it was too late.

Using the force of his knee lift, Chen Fan took a sudden step forward with his right foot, and his whole body crashed into Fang Fuming's arms like a cannonball.

Shoulder bumps chest, elbows strike abdomen, knees press legs down—three movements in one smooth motion!

Bajiquan - Sticking to the Mountain!

This is the most powerful and domineering move in Bajiquan.

Using the weight of his entire body as a weapon, he concentrates all his strength at a single point on his shoulder and slams into his opponent's arms. The force is immense and unstoppable.

Fang Fuming was hit as if by a truck. His feet left the ground, his body arced through the air, flew more than three meters, and crashed heavily to the ground.

His back slammed against the blue bricks, the shock making his internal organs churn and kicking up a cloud of choking dust.

He struggled to get up, but as soon as he managed to prop himself up halfway, the sharp pain in his shoulder caused him to fall back down.

Looking down, I saw a fist-sized lump on my right collarbone, with a bluish-purple bruise under the skin.

Standing by the courtyard wall, Yuan Haoyun stared in disbelief.

"Oh my god..."

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He opened his mouth, but it took him a long time to manage to utter two words.

The exchange just now was so fast that he could barely see the movements. He only saw two figures clashing a few times in the courtyard before Fang Fuming flew out.

This was completely different from the Chen Fan he remembered who fired a gun in the teahouse.

Good marksmanship is one thing, but this fighting ability is incredible too!

He considered himself to be quite skilled in the police force after so many years, but he couldn't even withstand a single move just now.

Fang Fuming finally got up from the ground, his right arm hanging limply at his side, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

But his expression didn't show much resentment; instead, it carried a hint of relief.

He walked up to Chen Fan and bowed with his left hand clasped in greeting.

"Thank you for showing mercy."

Fang Fuming saw it clearly: in that final leaning motion against the mountain, Chen Fan had held back at least 50% of his strength.

If he had used all his strength, he wouldn't just have a bump on his shoulder now; he'd be lying in an ambulance being rushed to the hospital.

Chen Fan returned the greeting, his expression calm.

Fang Fuming didn't say anything more. He turned around and walked back behind Zhu Yeqing, standing still with his hands at his sides, without uttering a sound.

A subtle silence fell over the courtyard.

Zhu Ye Qing finally put down his teacup.

Her gaze lingered on Chen Fan for a long time.

His eyes held scrutiny, curiosity, and a hint of admiration.

"What amazing Bajiquan kung fu!"

Zhu Yeqing said softly, "I really admire young talents. You really don't have a master?"

"The old man taught me and then left, I don't know if that counts."

Chen Fan shook his head slightly.

Zhu Yeqing remained silent for a moment, then laughed, which startled Ah Hu and Fang Fuming.

"Bajiquan's intent reaches in all directions, and its power emanates from all directions. Every move you made just now captured the essence of Bajiquan."

She paused here, then continued, "Your foundation is so solid, and your boxing stance is so pure; you couldn't have achieved that without more than ten years of hard work."

Figure it out yourself? That might fool a layman, but forget it when it comes to me. If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. I won't force you!

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After saying that, she didn't wait for Chen Fan to explain and took the initiative to change the subject.

"Let's get down to business."

Zhu Yeqing stood up from the stone bench, looked directly at Yuan Haoyun and said, "On the morning Magellan was kidnapped, there happened to be a photography enthusiast who was waiting for the sunrise on a nearby mountain."

He was using a telephoto camera, intending to photograph the morning mist over the sea, but inadvertently captured footage of the kidnappers' retreat.

Yuan Haoyun's eyes lit up immediately.

"Where are the photos?!"

"Ha, you really think this is a charity? If you want the photos, figure it out yourself. But I can tell you the photographer's name."

Zhu Yeqing smiled slightly: "Of course, this is not without conditions. You must promise me one thing."

"You said, as long as I can do it, I don't care if it means going through fire and water!"

Yuan Haoyun pounded his chest loudly.

Zhu Yeqing ignored him and instead looked at Chen Fan.