Physical immortality begins with Bajiquan

"court death!"

Qin Tianbao roared angrily, said no more nonsense, and took the initiative to attack.

He stomped his foot heavily on the ground, a muffled thud resounding out, raising clouds of yellow earth. His entire body tensed, and he pounced on Qin Heng like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

His right palm was raised high, brimming with power, and the palm wind howled down from above, carrying immense force as it slammed straight towards Qin Heng's crown.

Qin Heng's expression remained unchanged. He neither dodged nor evaded, but instead lowered his waist and assumed a horse stance. In an instant, all the strength in his body flowed into his arms. He split his fists to the left and right, and met the descending palm strike with a horizontal slash, meeting force with force and hard against hard, and smashing away this fierce and heavy blow.

"Bang!"

Their fists collided violently, producing a loud, resounding boom. Both men used the force to retreat, their feet landing heavily on the ground, sending up clouds of yellow earth. Qin Heng felt a sudden numbness in his arm, and Qin Tianbao wasn't faring much better; the recoil from his fist made his tiger's mouth ache slightly.

After this fierce exchange, the two were evenly matched!

Before Qin Tianbao could regain his footing, Qin Heng lunged forward, advancing instead of retreating, stepping into the center of the box. He concentrated all his strength in his right arm, unleashing a powerful upward punch with his right fist, the force surging and exploding like a cannonball, aimed straight at Qin Tianbao's jaw.

Qin Tianbao's expression changed slightly, and he quickly dodged to the side, unleashing the "Facing the Sun Hand". His left hand protected his chin horizontally, while his right palm stood upright like a knife, carrying a sharp wind, and slashed straight at Qin Heng's forearm and wrist.

"Snapped!"

The palm strike landed squarely on Qin Heng's forearm, instantly leaving a glaring red mark. Qin Heng grunted, his fist stance unchanged, the blade grazing Qin Tianbao's ear, the sharp wind from the punch causing a stinging pain in his cheek.

As their breaths mingled, the two were already locked in combat.

First came the forceful, domineering grappling and tearing. Qin Tianbao reached out to lock Qin Heng's arm, but Qin Heng grabbed his wrist instead. As they struggled, the muscles in their arms bulged and knotted, with every vein standing out.

Immediately following was another rapid barrage of attacks from the King of Hell's Three Points technique, Qin Heng's fingers raining down on Qin Tianbao's vital points on his chest. Qin Tianbao responded with equal speed, their fingertips clashing and blocking repeatedly, creating a series of crisp "crackling" sounds in the air.

The two men used all eight moves of Bajiquan repeatedly. However, since they were from the same master, they knew each other's moves inside and out. Whatever move the other made, the other knew what move to use to counter it. They fought for more than thirty moves, but neither of them gained a significant advantage.

"Cousin, good junior brother! We were taught by the same master, yet you can't break through his moves."

Qin Tianbao abruptly took two steps back, creating distance, and glared at Qin Heng, a ferocious smile spreading across his face, his eyes fierce: "In my opinion, let's use a method other than Master's!"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Tianbao tensed his shoulders and back, and the force flowed from his shoulders and back into his arms. His arms stretched out and swung like an ape's arms, rotating smoothly. This was the Tongbei Fist passed down from the Huang family.

Tongbei Quan emphasizes striking from a distance, with a deep and powerful force. It uses long arms and strong power to suppress close-quarters combat and gain the upper hand by taking advantage of the length of the arms.

He secretly calculated that by relying on the Huang family's Tongbei Fist style of wide-ranging, long-range, and powerful attacks, he would be able to suppress Qin Heng and gain the upper hand!

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Tianbao swayed, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his arms stretched out like a long whip, unleashing a powerful, sweeping palm strike. The palm strike was wide and sweeping, the energy flowing through his arms, carrying a crushing and heavy force, aimed directly at Qin Heng's shoulder.

Qin Heng frowned, his expression hardening slightly.

Tongbei Quan excels at striking from a distance, but it is most vulnerable to close-range locking and entanglement attacks. This move does not need to be met head-on!

He remained calm and composed, his feet subtly moving with the Shadowless Step, his figure appearing ethereal and elusive as he gracefully slid half a foot to the side, barely avoiding the heavy palm strike. The wind from the palm brushed past his clothes, causing them to flutter loudly.

Qin Tianbao's attack missed, so he immediately rushed forward, unleashing both fists like dragons emerging from the sea, the force of which howled incessantly as he unleashed the Tongbei Fist's Continuous Cannon. His fists rained down in a continuous barrage, the shadows of his fists overlapping and overwhelming Qin Heng, instantly sealing off all his escape routes.

Qin Heng kept moving, his figure nimbly weaving through the gaps in Qin Tianbao's fist shadows.

His Shadowless Steps grew faster and faster, his entire body seemingly transforming into a blurry shadow. Qin Tianbao's fists could only repeatedly strike empty air, making a "whooshing" sound as they pounded. Occasionally, a fist would graz the hem of Qin Heng's clothes, but it wouldn't even touch his skin.

"Where's your Bajiquan? Show me if you dare!" Qin Tianbao, having fought for so long without even touching Qin Heng, roared angrily, "Where did you learn these unorthodox footwork techniques? Where did you learn all that brute force, that head-on clash, that strength that your master taught you? Show me! Fight me fair and square!"

"As you wish."

Having dodged two fierce attacks, Qin Heng stopped simply dodging. He abruptly stopped his Shadowless Step, firmly planted his feet, and his eyes suddenly turned sharp. Before Qin Tianbao could throw another punch, he took the initiative and launched an attack.

He twisted his waist slightly, lowered his center of gravity, and pushed off the ground with his feet, unleashing the Shadowless Kick, a low sweep. His right leg swept across the ground at breakneck speed, kicking up a cloud of dust. The force of the kick was powerful and concentrated, sweeping straight at Qin Tianbao's shinbone.

Upon seeing this, Qin Tianbao's expression hardened. He roared and immediately withdrew his fist, changing his stance to raise his knee in defense. He hurriedly raised his knee and pulled his leg back, using the hardest part of his leg bone to block the incoming force.

"Bang!"

The leg bones collided heavily, producing a dull thud. A powerful force instantly surged through his entire leg, causing his calf to ache, tingle, and swell, and he involuntarily staggered back half a step.

His brows furrowed, and he was secretly shocked. He never expected that Qin Heng's hidden leg technique would be so fierce and powerful!

Before Qin Tianbao could regain his balance, Qin Heng immediately closed in with his Shadowless Step, his movements erratic, and unleashed the fourth move of Shadowless Leg, "Chain Kick".

With each step, his legs moved like a whirlwind, one leg landing as the other rose, his sharp leg movements crisscrossing and carrying a gust of wind, relentlessly striking Qin Tianbao's forearm, shoulder, and chest, each move ruthless and giving him no chance to breathe.

Qin Tianbao dared not be careless in the slightest. He quickly stretched out his arms and, taking advantage of the long and powerful arm movements of Tongbei Quan, lowered his shoulders and raised his elbows, his arms flying up and down as he tried his best to block the incoming leg attacks.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Legs and arms collided heavily one after another, the dull thuds echoing one after another, the force spreading out and kicking up dust. At first, he could barely parry the incoming kicks with his solid foundation, but Qin Heng's series of kicks were as fast and fierce as thunder, with one powerful kick after another, making it impossible for him to defend against them!

Each powerful kick slammed into his arms and shoulders, making his entire arm numb and tingling, his shoulder sockets throbbing with pain. He was forced to retreat repeatedly, the yellow earth beneath his feet churning up layers of dust and leaving deep footprints.

Before he could regain his balance and adjust his stance, another heavy kick broke through the gap in his block and landed squarely in his chest.

"Bang!"

The powerful force penetrated his body, causing Qin Tianbao's chest to suddenly tighten, his blood and qi to surge and churn instantly, a faint metallic taste in his throat, and a wave of dizziness and swelling in his head.

The subsequent leg kicks continued to rain down like a storm. His blocking movements became increasingly sluggish, his moves scattered and powerless, and he could only mechanically raise his hands to block haphazardly. He was hit from all sides, and the continuous kicks left him completely dazed. His eyes were dull, he lost his footing, and his defenses were wide open.

Taking advantage of Qin Tianbao's momentary lapse in concentration and defenses, Qin Heng used the Shadowless Step to sidestep and instantly circle around to Qin Tianbao's blind spot.

He lowered his waist and twisted his hips, channeling all the strength in his body into his right leg. Using the force of his foot pushing off the ground, he suddenly unleashed a powerful "mid-position kick" – a strike without warning. His leg was straight as if forged from refined iron, carrying a heavy, forceful wind that tore through the air, and landed solidly on Qin Tianbao's right forearm.

"Snap—!"

A piercing, bone-cracking sound suddenly rang out, sending chills down one's spine.

This powerful and unrestrained kick bent Qin Tianbao's right forearm in half on the spot, dislocating and twisting the arm bone, tearing and rolling the skin and flesh, completely ruining his right arm. The surging internal force then invaded his meridians, causing them to break inch by inch, and destroying his martial arts foundation on the spot.

"ah--!!!"

Qin Tianbao let out a heart-wrenching scream, his body jerking violently as he collapsed to the ground. His forearm was snapped cleanly at the elbow, the broken bone a bloody mess, fragments of flesh and bone mixed together, blood gushing from his sleeve and soaking the yellow earth beneath his feet. The pain caused him to convulse violently, his teeth clenched, cold sweat instantly soaking his clothes, his face ashen white.

He looked up, staring at Qin Heng in disbelief, his eyes filled with terror and resentment, his voice trembling: "You... what kind of skill is this? This definitely wasn't learned from Master!"

Qin Heng remained silent and expressionless as he slowly walked towards him.