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Bang!

Amid cheers from the crowd, Wang Hu rushed forward without saying a word and threw a punch at Shen You.

Shen You bent his arm to block the punch, and the hemp clothing on his arm was knocked off.

Wang Hu did not use "Tongbei Fist" but a set of "Black Tiger Fist" techniques, which was as fierce as a tiger, powerful and swift.

Shen You had dealt with Wang Hu more than once or twice, so he naturally knew that this set of boxing techniques emphasized momentum, like a tiger descending the mountain. The first three moves were the most ferocious, and after the three moves, it was necessary to lie low and regroup to build up momentum.

In the past, Shen You would either rush over unexpectedly to catch Wang Hu off guard, or he would first engage in close combat and wait for Wang Hu's momentum to weaken before launching a fierce attack.

However, neither of the two fighting styles works now. Taking them by surprise is impossible, and while they can try to maneuver and entangle, it seems difficult because Wang Hu's punches have suddenly become much more powerful.

Fortunately, Shen You is no longer the person she used to be.

Wang Hu's boxing style seemed fierce, but in Shen You's eyes, each move was distinct, and he could see every bit of force Wang Hu exerted.

This is the difference in level of understanding.

Being a level above, not to mention strength, agility, and techniques, even vision and field of view are overwhelming.

Shen You watched Wang Hu's actions with a detached attitude, finding his punches crude and laughable.

It doesn't look like a tiger at all; it brandishes its teeth and claws and is clearly just a clumsy big cat.

Bang!

Wang Hu lowered his elbow and sidestepped, launching another "Black Tiger Claws at the Heart" attack towards Shen You's side abdomen. Shen You raised his hand to block it, but it still created a huge shockwave, causing the surrounding dust to fly up.

Everyone around cheered loudly for Wang Hu.

Black Tiger Fist is a style of close-quarters combat. When making a move, the shoulder and hip move together, and each move is fierce and powerful. The claws, elbows and fists are used in three lines at the same time, just like the four claws of a tiger, which can take a life from any angle.

Wang Hu had never performed so brilliantly before, but now, he had used some unknown method to greatly increase his strength, and every strike he made produced a sonic boom in the air.

The sheer ferocity and power of the Black Tiger Fist made it even more formidable, leaving everyone in awe of its performance.

Bang!

Shen You remained calm and accepted Wang Hu's third attack.

After breaking through last night, Shen You felt a warm current in his dantian, which was ready to surge at any moment and seemed to be able to unleash tremendous power.

However, this warm current is still somewhat scattered and not smooth and unrestrained.

He had just broken through, his body had been reborn, and everything about him was so new. He could feel the air bursting out of his fist when he clenched it slightly, and he could feel himself rushing forward several meters with a light step. Every move he made had enormous power that was impossible to control.

Learning to control this power seems to be the most basic task for becoming a martial artist.

Shen You originally thought it would take her some time to complete this task.

But as he clashed fists and palms, he realized that fighting was the best teacher.

Wang Hu's fist was like a sledgehammer, striking his body and constantly stabilizing his blood and qi, making his body more stable. The warm current inside his body was pounded and contracted, forming a thin bundle.

He almost couldn't help but let out a long howl; this change in his body filled him with genuine joy.

It's like forging iron in a furnace; once the shape is set, it needs to be quenched and hardened to solidify.

What Shen You is experiencing now is this process of shaping her image.

Wang Hu's fists, heavy but not fatal, became the best medicine for tempering his body.

Three punches landed on Shen You, making her feel refreshed all over.

"Cool!"

Wang Hu roared and unleashed three powerful punches, delivering a satisfying blow.

He couldn't have thrown such a powerful punch before, but now that he's taken the "Tiger Blood Pill," his strength has increased by at least 30%. Every punch he throws is powerful and impressive, making it arguably the greatest masterpiece of his life.

Shen You's defensive stance allowed him to unleash his three punches with complete focus, each punch more powerful than the last, his momentum gradually reaching its peak.

By the time he threw his third punch, his energy and spirit had coalesced, and his fist intent was smooth and rounded, forming a unified whole. He seemed to have reached a higher level of the "Black Tiger Fist Technique".

"Ha! You, surnamed Shen, how dare you be so arrogant, trying to latch onto an old lady! I could take your life with just a slight move!"

Wang Hu burst into wild laughter. After three punches, Shen You would surely be either dead or seriously injured.

In fact, even he himself was not confident that he could withstand the three punches he had just received. How could Shen You, whose strength was slightly inferior to his, possibly have any chance of getting the better of him?

"Hey kid, now you know who's in charge here, right?"

Wang Hu stopped and turned his head to look at her with a disdainful gaze. He wanted to see Shen You fall to the ground seriously injured, and then kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Isn't the boss here... Boss Xue?"

Wang Hu's pupils contracted, only to find that Shen You had somehow gotten right behind him.

His expression was relaxed and composed as he cast his gaze with interest.

That gaze filled Wang Hu with shock and anger.

Wang Hu inexplicably felt as if he wasn't a tiger, but a kitten, crawling in front of Shen You.

What Wang Hu found particularly incomprehensible was that Shen You's expression remained unchanged, as if the three punches from before had no effect on him whatsoever.

No, Shen You's complexion actually improved!

How is this possible?!

The unexpected scene caused Wang Hu to clench his fists and tremble slightly.

The cheers for Wang Hu that were being raised by the crowd also stopped abruptly at that moment.

No one could understand what they were seeing.

Wang Hu clearly had the upper hand, and each of his punches was more ferocious than the last.

Suddenly, Shen You displayed ghostly movements, appearing behind Wang Hu in an instant.

"No, that's not movement technique, that's... pure footwork?"

Some people with a bit of knowledge could see that Shen You was just rushing forward casually, but his speed exceeded the limits of ordinary people.

"This speed, this sense of oppression, this feeling of invincibility..."

They looked at each other in bewilderment.

They had only ever seen this feeling in martial artists.

But how could Shen You possibly be...?

No one knew what was happening, except for Guard Xue.

Guard Xue coldly watched the scene before him. Normally, he would have intervened by now to prevent either side from getting seriously injured in the sparring.

But Wang Hu's ungrateful attitude just now was still fresh in his mind.

So even though he knew how unfair the battle was, he still chose to stand by and watch.

"I am... the boss!" he thought to himself with a cold sneer.

In the arena, Shen You smiled at Wang Hu.

Goodbye, little kitty.

Shen You casually stretched out his fist.

This is not "Tongbei Quan" (通臂拳), nor is it any kind of boxing.

It's just a movement like stretching out your arms.

However, the warm current that had just been condensed into a stream by Wang Hu's three punches naturally flowed from Shen You's dantian to his fist.

A light punch landed on Wang Hu's chest.

boom--!!!

Wang Hu's chest sank deep, and a strange force spread out, twisting his limbs. His eyes widened, he coughed up blood, his body bent like a shrimp, his limbs pointing forward, and he was sent flying backward by a tremendous force.

puff!

He fell to the ground like a tattered sack, his limbs twisted into pretzels, unable to move any further.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

For a moment, the scene became extremely still.