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Chen Gongzhe's command flag fell, and he had already retreated to the edge of the arena.

Meng Guangyin stepped forward.

With his soles flat on the table, like oars paddling water, each step was extremely steady and heavy. The "softness" of the soft fist transformed into flowing power at this moment. His whole body was like a ribbon being blown by the wind, seemingly ethereal, but in fact, every inch of movement concealed a powerful force that could explode at any moment.

Within three steps, the distance between him and Chen Hongwu shrank from one zhang to less than five chi.

"Snapped!"

Meng Guangyin spread his five fingers slightly, his palm hollow, the edges of his hand so soft it seemed boneless, and suddenly struck Chen Hongwu's face. It looked as light as brushing away dust, but where the palm passed, the air emitted a very low whimper.

The essence of the Cotton Palm technique lies in this: using softness to wrap hardness, and exerting force upon contact with the body.

Before the palm touches the opponent, all the force is hidden in the fascia. Once it touches the body, it explodes suddenly, penetrating to the bone marrow.

Chen Hongwu flipped his right palm up, with the base of his palm facing forward, and used the "ban" technique of the Banlan Chui to deflect the palm diagonally.

The two palms clasped together, making a "plop" sound, like a wet towel being slapped onto a bluestone slab.

The moment Meng Guangyin's left palm was moved aside, his right palm emerged from under his ribs, its edge like a knife, slicing towards Chen Hongwu's neck.

This palm strike is called "Cotton Knife," a rare and powerful technique in Cotton Fist, using the edge of the palm as a blade to specifically cut arteries and trachea.

Chen Hongwu bent his left elbow and raised it, with the tip of his elbow pointing towards the edge of Meng Guangyin's palm.

"Bang!"

Their elbows and palms clashed, and both men took a half-step back. Meng Guangyin felt Chen Hongwu's hidden force like an iron hammer smashing a mountain, the power crisp and clean.

Meng Guangyin took a deep breath and, without pausing, launched a swift attack.

The palms moved in a continuous, unbroken motion, like shuttles on a loom; before the left palm could retract, the right palm had already struck out, the palm shadows overlapping like waves.

The "softness" of Mianquan (Cotton Fist) transforms into a continuous offensive at this moment. The palm strikes are like silkworms spinning silk, wrapping up layer upon layer, giving you no chance to breathe.

Those below the stage could only see Meng Guangyin's palms weaving a hazy gray palm shadow in the air, enveloping Chen Hongwu entirely within it.

"Well done!"

Chen Hongwu's gaze sharpened, his toes gripped the ground, his brow furrowed, and he waded across the platform with muddy steps, his figure moving amidst the shadows of his palms.

He slid through Meng Guangyin's palm like an eel, finding the perfect opening with every sidestep and twist of his waist as the palm brushed past him.

The "walking" technique in Baguazhang emphasizes finding one's own way out of the opponent's offensive.

He kept turning to the side, twisting his waist, and sliding his steps, dissipating Meng Guangyin's palm strikes layer by layer.

From the stands, Lu Songgao narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Impressive footwork. He has actually mastered the Bagua Mud-Treading Step to such an extent. His feet are firmly planted on the ground like a plow, his center of gravity is heavy but not floating, and he is dissipating force with every step."

Master Meng's soft palm strikes were fast enough, impenetrable to water, and relentless, yet they couldn't even touch the hem of Master Chen's clothes.

Tian Zhaolin stared intently at the figure on the stage: "Master Meng's soft strength uses gentleness to wrap hardness, sticking and entangling to the extreme, which is specifically designed to counter the fierce and powerful style."

Master Chen won't be able to break through this barrier simply by using the Eight Trigrams technique; let's see how he handles it next.

Before they could finish speaking, Chen Hongwu on the stage did not retreat but advanced, instantly switching from defense to offense!

He suddenly lowered his body, his toes gripped the ground, and his scalp bulged with energy, making him look like a python emerging from its hole!

He emerged from beneath Meng Guangyin's palm with an extremely low stance, his right fist bursting out from his waist, aiming straight for Meng Guangyin's lower abdomen.

Xingyi Bengquan!

The force originates from the Yongquan point (Kidney 1), twists through the waist and hips, travels up the spine, and suddenly explodes on the fist.

Meng Guangyin reacted extremely quickly, sinking his left palm to catch the fist of the Beng Quan.

"Snapped!"

The soft power of the Cotton Palm was brought to its extreme at this moment. He held Chen Hongwu's fist in his palm, his five fingers slightly bent, trying to wrap the force of the Beng Quan into the fascia layer of his palm and dissolve it.

He absorbed most of the force of the Bengquan (a type of fist strike), but a penetrating force still passed through his palm, causing his forearm to go slightly numb.

Meng Guangyin's heart skipped a beat. "Such powerful force!"

Chen Hongwu's punches also contained the spiraling, silk-reeling energy of Tai Chi, which could not be completely neutralized by simple soft palm techniques.

He took a half step back to dissipate the remaining force of his punch and resumed his soft palm stance.

"You are indeed exceptionally talented, having mastered several martial arts styles at such a young age, combining strength and softness with effortless adaptability. Given a few more years, you may very well reach the level of Transformation Realm."

Meng Guangyin took a deep breath, his spine arched slightly, and his center of gravity lowered a bit: "But that's for the future. You can't beat me on this stage today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Guangyin launched a preemptive attack, his five fingers pressed together like a cone, the tip of his finger aimed straight at Chen Hongwu's throat, the speed as fast as lightning, arriving in an instant!

Cotton Fist - Snake Tongue!

This is the most lethal move in Mianquan (Cotton Fist). It is swift and strikes directly at vital points, seemingly containing countless variations that leave opponents with no time to dodge.

Chen Hongwu suddenly shrank back, squatting down, hunching his shoulders, and arching his back, his height decreasing by nearly a foot in an instant.

Like a startled turtle, he instantly retracted his head into his shell. Just then, he dodged Meng Guangyin's forked fingertip, the force of the wind grazing his scalp.

The turtle hears thunder!

At the same time, Chen Hongwu spun around in the mud, sliding close to Meng Guangyin's right side.

It swam in the form of a crocodile!

His right arm emerged from under his ribs, his five fingers joined together, his fist trembling like a snake's head, the force exploding from his waist and spine all the way to his fist, aiming straight for Meng Guangyin's right ribs.

Snake-shaped Drill Fist!

"Snapped!"

The sound of the fist tearing through flesh was dull and crisp, the hidden force penetrating into the liver, and the fascia of the entire right arm was shaken violently.

"snort!"

Meng Guangyin groaned, his body tilting to the right from the punch.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Chen Hongwu sprang up, his left hand's five fingers clenched together like a crane's beak, the fingertips piercing the air with a sharp "hiss" sound, and suddenly pecked at Meng Guangyin's temple.

Crane-shaped beak!

The area below the temple is the weakest point of the temporal bone; if this peck hits, the hidden force will penetrate and kill instantly.

Meng Guangyin's pupils contracted sharply. He barely managed to turn his head, and the crane's beak missed his temple but landed on his cheekbone.

"Snap!"

A cracking sound came from the cheekbone, and the fracture spread rapidly from the cheekbone towards the eye socket and temple.

Meng Guangyin's vision went black, and his body involuntarily leaned backward.

Chen Hongwu pressed on relentlessly, his feet grinding the ground, his waist and hips twisting violently, his spine trembling like a dragon shaking its armor, and his shoulder blades spreading out like wings.

The sinking of the mud-walking step, the explosive twist of the waist, and the whipping force of the arm—the power of these three elements are combined into one in this palm strike.

He flipped his right palm up, the base of his palm facing forward, his five fingers slightly bent, his entire arm like a huge steel whip stretched to its limit and then suddenly released.

Baguazhang - Great Stele-Smashing Hand!

"Bang!"

Like a drum being smashed through by a hammer, Meng Guangyin's chest cavity caved in with a palm print, and the crisp sound of breaking ribs echoed throughout.

His body was knocked off the ground by the palm strike, and he flew backward, crashing into a wooden pillar at the edge of the arena.

"Boom!"

The wooden pillar made a loud noise, and the red silk wrapped around it trembled violently.

Meng Guangyin slid down the pillar to the ground, blood and fragments of internal organs gushing from his mouth and nose. His eyes were wide open, and his chest was no longer rising and falling.

The area below the arena was completely silent.

Three breaths later, it erupted into a cacophony of noise, like a pot boiling over.

Lu Songgao stood up from his chair, his face full of surprise: "Turtle Listening to Thunder, Snake Crane Eight Strikes, Great Stele Smashing Hand, the whole set of combos flowed like clouds and water, without any flaws."

"This boy's boxing skills have reached a state of perfection."

Tian Zhaolin also stood up, remained silent for a long time, and then said only four words: "The younger generation is truly formidable."