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"Master Chen wins!" Chen Gongzhe's voice rang out amidst the commotion.

Huang Jinrong's face turned ashen in an instant, and the two iron balls in his hands cracked as he squeezed them.

Meng Guangyin was a secret weapon he had gone to great lengths to recruit, but he was killed on the stage before he could even last the duration of an incense stick burning.

The Green Gang had completely lost face today. He abruptly turned to Lu Songgao and Tian Zhaolin beside him: "Master Lu, Master Tian! You two go up and exchange a few blows with Chen Hongwu now, to redeem Master Meng's reputation. I'll double your travel expenses!"

Lu Songgao hesitated, and Tian Zhaolin, stroking his beard, did not answer immediately.

Chen Hongwu had just fought Meng Guangyin. Although it was a short fight, it was extremely exhausting. After several rounds of exchanges, both his physical and mental strength were being depleted.

If I go on stage now and win, people in the martial arts world will say that I took advantage of someone's misfortune and won unfairly; if I lose, I will lose face big time.

The esteemed successor of Xinyi Liuhequan and the direct disciple of Yang-style Tai Chi, joining forces against a young man whose stamina is already mostly depleted, makes the outcome uncertain.

Lu Songgao cupped his hands towards the arena and said in a booming voice, "Master Chen, you just had a fierce battle, and your strength must have been greatly depleted."

"I, Lu, will not take advantage of this. If you are willing to spar, you can rest for a while and allow your qi and blood to settle down—"

"No need," Chen Hongwu's voice came from the arena. "Master Lu and Master Tian, ​​there's no need to refuse, come on together."

Upon hearing this, the entire area around the arena instantly fell silent.

Lu Songgao and Tian Zhaolin's expressions instantly turned ugly. The martial arts masters on the stands looked at each other, some muttering "ignorant of their own limitations," while others gasped in shock.

The dockworkers and vendors who didn't know anything about boxing got excited. One against two, how exciting!

This was much better than the one-on-one fight from before!

Lu Songgao snorted coldly, his gray cloth robe fluttering even without wind: "Since Master Chen is so presumptuous, I, Lu, will grant your wish."

Tian Zhaolin didn't speak, but slowly got up from the armchair, unbuttoned the collar to reveal a crisp, white short jacket underneath.

The two walked towards the arena one after the other.

Lu Songgao used the chicken leg step from Xinyi Liuhe Quan, landing on his toes first and then flat on the table with the sole of his foot. Every step was like a chicken treading on rice, fast and steady.

Slightly bend your knees, keep your weight between your waist and hips, and keep your upper body still.

When he reached the center of the arena, he looked up at Chen Hongwu opposite him.

Standing sideways with the weight shifted back, the front hand probing the path, the back hand concealing a knife, the shoulders and hips slightly tilted, the knees and elbows close together, the whole person resembling a leopard crouching in the grass.

This is the Dan stance of Xinyi Liuhequan.

Tian Zhaolin also went up to the arena. Instead of using the wooden ladder on the side of the arena, he lightly touched the edge of the arena with his toes and floated up to the three-foot-high arena.

He shook the cuffs of his pale white short jacket, lifted his right leg, his knee at hip height, his foot hanging down naturally, and his toes pointed upwards.

Step down with your right leg, then follow with your left leg, and draw an arc in front of your body with your hands, palms facing outward and fingers slightly spread.

At the same time, he pushed forward with his left hand, and the air was compressed by the force of his palm, producing a low hum.

Chen Hongwu took a deep breath, stepped forward half a step with his left foot, and assumed a standard starting stance for the Banlan Chui (a type of martial arts move).

"Watch out, Master Chen!"

Lu Songgao launched the first attack. He pushed off the ground with his back foot, unleashing explosive power from his sac, and shot out like a cannonball. With his right fist in front and his left fist protecting his chest, he aimed straight for Chen Hongwu's face.

A direct, unhindered attack!

The force of this punch was extremely fierce, and the whistling sound of the fist cutting through the air was so sharp that it hurt one's eardrums.

Chen Hongwu stepped back half a step with his right foot, his toes gripping the ground, his Yongquan acupoint (Kidney 1) hollowed out, and his right palm deflected Lu Songgao's fist.

"Bang!"

Two forces, one hard and one soft, exploded between the two, causing a crack about an inch long to appear on the arena beneath Chen Hongwu's feet.

Before Lu Songgao could retract his fist, his left fist had already shot out from his side.

Xin Yi Liu He Quan - Continuous Collapse!

Chen Hongwu blocked the punch with his left palm, and his right fist burst out from his waist, aiming straight for Lu Songgao's chest acupoint.

"Good lad!"

Lu Songgao snorted coldly, turned to the side to deflect the force, and changed his right fist into a chop, aiming at the carotid artery on Chen Hongwu's neck.

Xin Yi Liu He Quan - Tiger Embraces Head to Receive Chopping Fist!

Chen Hongwu blocked with his left arm, then aimed his right fist straight at Chen's face.

The two exchanged seven or eight punches in a small space, each punch landing squarely on the skin. The sound of their joints colliding was like the clash of iron hammers, so dense and frequent that it resembled a blacksmith's hammer striking an anvil.

At the same time, Tian Zhaolin silently floated behind Chen Hongwu as if walking on cotton.

He reached out with his right palm and pressed it down on Chen Hongwu.

The pressing force of Yang-style Tai Chi, once firmly pressed, will immediately shift the center of gravity, and Chen Hongwu's body will instantly show a flaw.

But Chen Hongwu seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; he kicked his right leg backward, his foot striking Tian Zhaolin's lower abdomen.

Tian Zhaolin's palm struck Chen Hongwu's foot, and the two forces collided, allowing Chen Hongwu to drift away half a step.

Lu Songgao's frontal attacks were dense and sharp. Xinyi Liuhequan was originally a killing fist honed on the battlefield. Since Ji Jike created the fist, it has been a practical martial art for anti-Qing and restoration of Ming. In the late Qing Dynasty, it was continuously improved by Ma Xueli, Mai Zhuangtu and others. The fist technique includes gun techniques, knife techniques and wrestling techniques, and every move is deadly.

His hands moved constantly in the air, transforming into a dragon wrapping a phoenix, a chicken shaking its feathers, a bear crashing into a mountain, and a monkey offering fruit!

Each move forced Chen Hongwu to respond with all his might. He even used the extremely fierce "Scraping Wind Kick" from Xinyi Liuhe Quan, which specifically targets the shinbone and knee. A slight graze would make the tendons numb and bones tremble, while a solid kick would break the bones on the spot.

Tian Zhaolin then unleashed the silk-reeling energy of Tai Chi push hands from the flank, constantly probing Chen Hongwu's wrists and elbows with his palms.

Once he gets a firm grip, a quick touch and a twist can lock Chen Hongwu's joints and center of gravity in an instant.

Tian Zhaolin was extremely shrewd and his movements were as elusive as a shadow. Every time he reached out, it was precisely during the gaps in Chen Hongwu's boxing stance.

Three figures clashed repeatedly on the stage, the sounds of fists and feet cutting through the air, bones colliding, and the ground shattering could be heard.

The audience was stunned, so much so that they forgot to breathe.

An eighteen-year-old boy single-handedly fought against two people, a true inheritor of Xin Yi Liu He Quan and a direct disciple of Yang-style Tai Chi.

and--

Not at all inferior!