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Upon hearing Jiang Long's words, a vein throbbed visibly on Li Erdan's forehead. He immediately gave Sang Biao a wink, "Go teach this kid a lesson!"

Sang Biao had just suffered a humiliating defeat at Ding Ye's hands and was looking for a way to vent his anger. Upon hearing this, he grinned maliciously and walked towards Guo Jianglong.

He's no match for a seasoned veteran like Master Ding, so how could he possibly fail to take down a young upstart like Guojianglong?

So without further ado, he stomped his right foot on the ground and charged forward like a bull.

The fist, imbued with the explosive power unique to Bajiquan, slammed straight into the face of the man crossing the river.

Without dismounting, Guojianglong raised his hand from his waist, spread his fingers, and just as Sangbiao's fist was about to strike him, he gently twisted his wrist.

Then, with the back of his hand, he deflected Sang Biao's fist outward. The force was not great, but the landing point was tricky, hitting the knuckles on the outside of the fist.

Sang Biao felt his punch being deflected by a clever force, and his entire arm was uncontrollably flung outwards.

Before he could retract his fist, Guojianglong's left hand had already supported his elbow joint from below.

He smoothly withdrew his right hand, brought his five fingers together to form a palm, and gently pressed on his Adam's apple.

Sang Biao immediately clutched his throat and staggered back several steps.

He could be said to be outmatched by Ding Ye's skill when he was just being tricked, but to be taken down in one move by a young man in his twenties, without even seeing how the other party made a move.

Guojianglong withdrew his hand, remaining seated on his horse, and looked down at Sangbiao. "Are you a practitioner of Bajiquan? Your power is too stiff, your shoulders aren't relaxed enough, and your elbows aren't sinking enough. You should go back and practice some more."

Jia Zidan stood to the side, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground.

He knew Sang Biao's skill level well. If Guo Jianglong could kill Sang Biao in one move, then if he went up there, he would just be throwing his life away.

Zhang Laosan asked Li Erdan in a low voice, "What's this kid's background? Five years ago when he left, he was just a little kid who hadn't even grown up yet, how come he's like this now—"

"How would I know?"

Li Erdan gritted his teeth, not to mention how humiliating it was.

Crossing the River Dragon dismounted, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and addressed Master Ding, who sat in the main seat, in a loud voice: "Master Ding, when my father passed away, you were the one who arranged his funeral. I have always remembered this kindness, but today—"

He straightened up, his gaze intense. "I want to challenge you."

The entire room fell silent once again.

Everyone saw the move that Guojianglong used to instantly kill Sangbiao.

Although Sang Biao had just been worn down by Ding Ye, the power of Guo Jianglong's attack was definitely not something an ordinary person could underestimate.

However, no one expected that this young man, who had disappeared for five or six years, was ultimately after Master Ding.

Dingye looked at him, took a puff of his cigarette, and slowly nodded.

Without another word, Guojianglong bent his knees slightly and lowered his center of gravity.

His way of exerting force is completely different from that of Sang Biao and Jia Zidan. It is neither the hard and fierce style of Bajiquan nor the light and agile style of Snake Fist.

It is a starting stance that generates power from the waist and hips, thereby driving the whole body, and is very stable.

Chu Nan watched from the side, his brows twitching slightly.

He had seen this starting stance before, but he couldn't quite place which page of the martial arts manuals the old man had left behind.

Crossing the River Dragon took a half step forward with his right foot and slightly raised his left heel, his whole body like a bow stretched to its limit.

Ding took the pipe out of his mouth and, instead of casually placing it on the armrest as before, stood up and put the pipe on the armrest of the chair.

He looked directly at the man crossing the river, his feet shoulder-width apart, his hands hanging naturally at his sides.

The old man stood there without appearing aggressive, but Guojianglong could sense that the old man's aura had changed.

When facing Sang Biao and Jia Zidan, Ding Ye always acted with the casualness of an old man teasing a child.

But at this moment, his shoulders slumped slightly, his breathing became extremely deep and slow, and every muscle was relaxed yet firm, ready to mobilize the strength of his entire body at any time.

However, the dragon who crossed the river did not hesitate for long and soon began to take action.

With a sudden stomp of his right foot, he shot out like an arrow, his fist aimed straight for Master Ding's center.

The speed and power of this punch far exceeded that of the palm strike that instantly killed Sang Biao, and the wind from the punch cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Dingye didn't take the blow head-on. Instead, he slid his left foot back half a step and gently patted Guojianglong's fist with his right palm, using the force to redirect the punch to his side.

Crossing the River Dragon's punch missed, but his knee strike followed smoothly, the wind pressure generated by his knee brushing against Master Ding's clothes.

Master Ding pressed down, placing his five fingers on top of Guojianglong's knee, forcing the force of his knee back.

The knee strike was blocked, but the right elbow came crashing down, the tip of the elbow making a dull thud as it cut through the air.

The force of this elbow strike was more than twice as strong as the one Sang Biao had just delivered.

Ding Ye didn't take the hit head-on; instead, he dodged to the side, his elbow grazing Ding Ye's chest.

The Dragon Crossing the River gave Master Ding no chance to catch his breath, launching a relentless barrage of attacks.

His punches, elbows, and knees came in alternating attacks, each one powerful and heavy, and his pace was on a completely different level from the previous two foreign thugs.

Master Ding was no longer as leisurely and composed as before; his pace quickened, and the range of his dodges became larger than before.

The two fought their way from the center of the arena to the stone steps in front of the Dragon King Temple. The Dragon King pressed forward relentlessly, while Master Ding retreated repeatedly.

Erniu watched from the sidelines, barely daring to breathe. He had never seen Master Ding forced back so many steps before.

Li Erdan and Zhang Laosan's eyes gradually lit up. Although they didn't know why the Crossing Dragon had suddenly become so strong.

But if this young man can defeat Master Ding, it will not be a bad thing for them.

After all, the reason why Master Ding was so authoritative was not only because of his military strength, but also because of his seniority and the absolute authority he had when he unified the southern region.

What does a dragon crossing the river have?

He's just a young guy; beating Master Ding will only give them an excuse to "split up"!

Compared to continuing to suppress Ding Ye for more than a decade, splitting up the family is undoubtedly the best option.

From now on, regardless of whether it's a southern or northern town, everyone will represent their own village group; south of the bridge is south of the bridge, and east of the bridge is east of the bridge.

Don't worry about whether I'm colluding with the epilepsy gang in the county, and I don't care whether you're colluding with the Black Dragon Society.

From then on, everyone went their own way!

And the situation on the field does indeed seem to be moving in the direction they expected.

Faced with the relentless pressure from the outsider, Master Ding retreated again and again, until in the blink of an eye he was forced to the edge of the stone steps, his heels even touching the first step.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Guo Jianglong gathered his strength and threw a straight punch at Ding Ye's chest.

Master Ding raised his hand from bottom to top, his five fingers gripping Guojianglong's wrist joint. Using the force of the opponent's punch, he took a step back, while at the same time, he gently pushed Guojianglong's right elbow with his left hand.

With this push and pull, the force of the cross-river dragon's punch was diverted to his side, causing him to stumble forward a step.

This momentary loss of balance was enough for Master Ding to seize the opportunity.

Sure enough, the next second, Master Ding appeared behind him like a ghost, then raised his hand and slowly pressed down on his back!