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When Han Song unleashed his seventh spring kick, the atmosphere in the training ground completely changed.

If the first few kicks were like a raging storm, then the seventh kick was like a landslide and a tsunami.

Many people believe that Ye Chen is definitely doomed this time, and there is no way he can win.

Han Song's legs transformed into a dense, impenetrable blur, one kick after another, each faster than the last, creating a continuous sonic boom that made the eardrums of the onlookers buzz.

Pebbles kicked off the bluestone slab flew everywhere, some even reaching the audience seats more than ten meters away, forcing several guests sitting in the front row to get up and avoid them.

Ye Chen was forced to retreat repeatedly, pushing his Ghost Shadow Steps to their limit. His figure weaved and dodged through the gaps in Han Song's leg shadows. Several times, Han Song's toes grazed his clothes, and he would have been kicked by the slightest mistake.

His breathing became rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

This was the first time Ye Chen had been pushed to this point since he came down the mountain.

The onlookers were mesmerized and dared not utter a sound.

Those in the know can see the intricacies; there were many ancient martial arts masters present, and they could naturally discern the high level of this duel.

Han Song's spring kick has reached the point where man and leg are one, with each kick containing internal force at the level of transforming energy. Even a cement wall placed in front of him can be kicked through.

Ye Chen actually managed to withstand such an onslaught for so long without collapsing; his skill in dodging alone is enough to impress everyone.

However, all the ancient martial arts experts present could see that Ye Chen was being suppressed, and the suppression was quite severe.

A prolonged defense will inevitably lead to defeat. Once Han Song seizes a weakness, the competition will end immediately, and Ye Chen's life will undoubtedly be in danger.

Jiang Ruoxi was so nervous that her nails dug into her palms and her lips turned white from biting them.

She didn't understand martial arts, but she could read the expression on Ye Chen's face. That kind of focused seriousness was something she had never seen on this carefree guy's face before.

He Jianping was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, wishing he could rush up and block a couple of kicks for Ye Chen.

The ghost servant's expression remained calm, but his fingers had unconsciously gripped the armrests of the chair, leaving several deep finger marks on the wood.

Ye Chen on the field suddenly smiled, a smile that seemed so natural.

At such a critical moment, he actually smiled.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly paused, deliberately creating an opening. His left foot was deliberately a beat slower, and his entire body's center of gravity tilted slightly to the right, revealing a gap that lasted only a moment.

Han Song's eyes lit up instantly, like a cheetah spotting an antelope's weakness. His left leg shot out like lightning, aiming straight for Ye Chen's chest.

He used ninety percent of his strength in this kick, determined to succeed. He had been waiting for this opening for a full two minutes, and he believed that with this kick, Ye Chen would have no strength left to fight.

However, this was exactly the kick Ye Chen wanted.

He didn't dodge, but instead took a deep breath and his chest shrank back slightly by half an inch.

Just as Han Song's toes were about to touch his chest, he reached out with both hands, his ten fingers gripping Han Song's ankle like iron clamps. Using the force of Han Song's leg, he fell backward and pulled him along.

Use someone else's strength against them.

This move is not from the Medicine King Valley, but from the "Ox-Leading Stance" in Tai Chi.

Although Medicine King Valley is famous for its medicine and martial arts, Ye Chen's master traveled the world in his youth and learned the essence of hundreds of martial arts styles. In his later years, he taught Ye Chen all the essence of these styles.

In his master's words, "People from Medicine King Valley may not be proficient in everything, but they must understand everything. They should use the appropriate skills for each opponent they encounter. This is what is meant by 'winning without using any moves.'"

Han Song's expression changed instantly.

He felt as if his legs were being pulled into a whirlpool, and the forward force was guided by Ye Chen, turning into a force that pulled him off balance.

He tried to pull his leg back, but it was too late. Ye Chen's ten fingers, gripping his ankle, were locked tightly like steel nails, making it impossible for him to break free.

Han Song was thrown forward and had to use his other leg to push off the ground to maintain his balance. At the same time, he punched Ye Chen's head with both fists, trying to force him to let go.

But Ye Chen had anticipated this move. He loosened his grip on Han Song's ankle and slipped under Han Song's fist like an eel, getting behind him.

You only get one chance.

Ye Chen dared not hold back in the slightest, and his inner energy surged into his right palm like a river bursting its banks, striking Han Song in the back.

This palm strike contained all his power, and a faint golden light emanated from his palm. A deep hum resounded in the air, as if something that had been dormant for a long time had been awakened by this palm strike.

The ghost servant abruptly stood up from his chair, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and exclaimed in a low voice, "This is..."

Han Song's reaction was also surprisingly fast.

He made a judgment the instant he lost his balance: he couldn't avoid this palm strike.

Since he couldn't avoid it, he would just have to take it head-on. He gritted his teeth, concentrated all his internal energy in his back, and his back muscles instantly tightened like steel plates, preparing to take the blow head-on.

Ye Chen's right palm struck Han Song squarely in the back.

boom!

The muffled sound was like thunder.

Han Song was sent flying, tumbling twice in the air before crashing heavily onto a bluestone slab five meters away. The slab was dented in the shape of a human, and cracks spread outwards from his body like a giant spider web.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the bluestone slab, a shocking sight under the lamplight.

Ye Chen stood still, maintaining the posture of striking out with his palm.

His face was pale, and his chest was heaving violently, clearly indicating that the series of extreme maneuvers he had just performed had taken a heavy toll on him.

But a faint smile still lingered on his lips, as if his slap had merely swatted away a fly.

The entire room fell silent.

A few seconds later, Han Song supported himself with his hands on the ground and slowly stood up.

His chest heaved violently, a trickle of blood still clung to the corner of his mouth, and a large section of the back of his training uniform was shattered, revealing a dark red palm print underneath.

But he eventually got back up.

"What... kind of kung fu is this?" Han Song's voice was hoarse, and every word he uttered seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

His gaze toward Ye Chen was no longer calm and composed as before, but filled with shock and disbelief.

He had practiced martial arts for thirty years and fought against countless masters, but he had never seen such a bizarre palm technique.

The force of that palm strike wasn't pushing outwards, but drilling inwards, like a venomous snake piercing through his internal energy defenses and directly impacting his internal organs.

Ye Chen withdrew his hand, exhaled a long breath, and grinned at Han Song: "Our sect's secret technique, the Breaking Qi Palm, is specifically designed to break through protective qi and is especially effective against internal martial arts masters. Master Han, you flatter me."