Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Fang Yan was taken aback. He hadn't expected Zhang Ruoxue to be unhappy. "I just want to resolve this battle in a fair way."

“Your cultivation level is also part of your own strength. In other words, you did not use your full strength.”

Zhang Ruoxue was unusually stubborn at this moment, saying, "This is deliberately trying to make me feel bad, and I don't like it."

But Fang Yan had no intention of giving up the idea.

He shook his head. "Since Miss Zhang insists on thinking this way, then there's nothing I can do. I will still choose to suppress my cultivation. If Miss Zhang feels this is an insult to you—"

He stomped his feet, and his spiritual energy surged.

Layers of wind and waves surged around Fang Yan, his lower body hardened, his legs bent, and his entire body was covered with a layer of dazzling golden light.

The young man with black hair and black eyes chuckled and continued the conversation.

"Then let's try and see if you can force me to use power beyond the Xuanmen stage."

"Can I take this as a provocation?"

"I think it's possible if you'd like."

The two exchanged a smile, and their auras surged forth!

The awkward and strange atmosphere from before has been completely replaced by an atmosphere of intense fighting spirit. Both fighters are burning with fighting spirit, and their black hair, the same color, is fluttering in the wind.

In an instant, Zhang Ruoxue moved.

She was never one to be passive; even when she was injured and bleeding to the point of fainting, she only knew how to move forward, not how to retreat.

shhhhhh!

Stepping on shooting stars, treading on white jade.

With unpretentious yet deadly steps, Zhang Ruoxue charged forward at lightning speed, lowering her center of gravity and twisting her body. Her right fist swung half a circle with the power of her waist, aiming to strike Fang Yan's left cheek!

Faced with this extremely powerful punch, Fang Yan had no intention of defending. He lightly tiptoed and moved his body back a subtle distance, just in time to avoid Zhang Ruoxue's attack.

The wind from the punch ruffled the hair at Fang Yan's temples, and he chuckled—a confident smile that showed he didn't think he would lose.

Undeterred by her failed attack, Zhang Ruoxue pressed forward again, her right fist forming a claw as she tried to grab Fang Yan's wrist, while simultaneously kicking forward with her left leg to disrupt his balance!

Wing Chun is not known for its pure brute force. Its true beauty lies in its ability to skillfully overcome the strong with the weak, disrupting the opponent's balance while delivering rapid strikes.

However, Fang Yan was no ordinary person.

He seemed to have already seen through Zhang Ruoxue's punching style. He twisted his hands rapidly, breaking free from Zhang Ruoxue's grip, and then slightly raised his right foot, perfectly positioning it in the path of Zhang Ruoxue's front kick.

Such exquisite distance judgment and reaction speed are enough to prove that Fang Yan has an extremely deep understanding of boxing techniques!

next moment.

Engage your shoulders and shift your weight forward!

The spiritual energy suddenly erupted at this moment, and the resulting tremor made Zhang Ruoxue dizzy and disoriented.

That wasn't the end of it. Just as Zhang Ruoxue was about to be sent flying backward, Fang Yan grabbed her left arm and pulled her back. Suddenly, three array rings appeared on his black gauntlet, with spiritual energy surging on them!

This punch was aimed at Zhang Ruoxue's abdomen, who had just been pulled back and lost her balance!

His left fist shot forward like a cannonball!

boom!

A muffled thud echoed throughout the stadium.

Fang Yan frowned. At the moment of impact, he felt an extremely unusual sensation in his left fist. He immediately looked over and discovered that Zhang Ruoxue's right arm had blocked her abdomen at the crucial moment.

The snow-white bandages were completely torn apart by the hurricane, revealing the icy arm that was as dazzling as crystal.

With his own strength, he found it difficult to budge that arm!

In a moment of astonishment.

With her fingers icy cold, Zhang Ruoxue gripped Fang Yan's fist glove, letting the biting chill spread to his wrist.

Fang Yan chuckled and said calmly.

"I didn't expect you to have a trick up your sleeve."

"I still have a lot left."

Zhang Ruoxue's face was burning with fighting spirit, and she didn't forget to imitate Fang Yan's tone and tease him.

"I just don't know if you can try to force me to use those moves I've been hiding."

He finished speaking.

The icy arm suddenly exerted its power, and even with his cultivation suppressed to the Xuanmen Qi En level, Fang Yan felt an unbearable force coming at him.

He instinctively tried to break free, but his entire hand was gripped tightly.

An irresistible force flung him away, but he managed to regain his balance in mid-air and glide along the ground for several meters before finally neutralizing the force.

He shook his slightly sore hands, and a serious expression gradually appeared on his face.

"Don't worry, Miss Zhang."

He swung his right fist straight down, and the wind from the punch seemed to respond to a summons, condensing with his spiritual energy into a small tornado that swirled around his entire arm.

Fang Yan straightened his expression and said confidently and earnestly.

"I will uncover all the hidden techniques you have."

110. From now on, he should change his name to Zhang Yewen...

His punches were fierce, and his footwork was tight.

Zhang Ruoxue and Fang Yan demonstrated to everyone the genuine, visceral martial arts.

Unlike some cultivators who compete by casting spells, with one casting a fireball and the other an ice arrow, their battle was a close-quarters contest of fists and feet, using their physical bodies and exquisite fist techniques to try to suppress and attack each other.

The intense gust of wind generated by the collision of their fists sounded like a storm, the fists cutting through the air and creating faint airbursts, making it look as if countless explosions without flames were occurring around the two of them.

Fang Yan's right arm was surrounded by a gray hurricane, enveloped by spiritual energy that twisted wildly like an electric drill. He threw a swift uppercut with his right fist, and an endless gale suddenly rose up, creating a towering fist wind that intended to send Zhang Ruoxue flying.

It was a gray tornado that stretched to the heavens. This terrifying grim reaper, which should only appear in disaster-stricken areas, was now responding to Fang Yan's call and had come!

However, the flames suddenly ignited in the center of the storm.

With the arm armor and magical artifact empowering her, Zhang Ruoxue seemed to be possessed by the God of Fire, and her body suddenly erupted with scorching flames that were almost white.

Standing in the eye of the storm, Zhang Ruoxue remained unmoved.

Suddenly, three crimson lotuses emerged from her feet, and she forcefully broke free from the hurricane's encirclement with her own physical body. The raging flames surged with crimson heat waves, burning the hurricane composed of spiritual energy to ashes.

Fire and wind clashed once again in the next moment!

Suffocate! Plow! Hug! Pincers! Crouch! Horizontal palm!

Wing Chun.

This was a boxing technique she had practiced in her mind tens of thousands of times. During those two months, she could feel her body slowly merging into this exquisite boxing technique. Every muscle and every nerve in her body deeply memorized the technique, imprinting it almost eternally in her heart.

Zhang Ruoxue's punches were incredibly fast, each punch and palm strike perfectly timed, without any unnecessary movements.

Attack! Attack! Attack again!

Zhang Ruoxue was unwilling to give Fang Yan any chance to breathe. She knew that once she stopped, what awaited her was most likely a counterattack from the other party!

Without knowing her opponent's punching style, it's difficult for her to make the right reaction immediately.

She had to attack, and she had no choice but to attack.

offstage.

Looking at Fang Yan, who was gradually showing signs of defeat and was clearly being suppressed in the martial arts arena, Chu Chenxi said to Yunping, "Uncle, isn't your disciple in the lead now?"

"I've told you so many times, call me brother. I don't look that old." Yun Ping patiently corrected the imperial loli princess, then shook his head. "Looking at me now, it's really hard to say."

"why?"

Chu Chenxi was puzzled. In the current situation, Fang Yan was clearly on the defensive, so why was it hard to say?

“Because that girl has too little practical experience.” A subtle worry rose in Yunping’s eyes. “Although her understanding of Wing Chun is already quite good, when it comes to actual boxing skills, she may indeed have a slight advantage.”

"but--"

Yunping paused, then pointed to his own head. "This girl's skills are good, but she has very little experience in real-person boxing and fighting, plus she's not very bright by nature."

"To put it bluntly, Zhang Ruoxue's boxing skills may be superior to Fang Yan's, but her fighting experience is probably about the same as that of a farm goose."

Chu Chenxi's lips twitched involuntarily after hearing this. "How can you talk about your own disciple like that..."

"I'm just telling the truth."

Yunping looked at Zhang Ruoxue, who was still relentlessly pressing forward on the field, and frowned. "The outcome of this martial arts fight is really hard to predict."

—Zhang Ruoxue has combat experience.

Qianxun Novel Free Transfer Group 255595300 But just as Yunping said, that's really too little.

Inside the courtyard, the practical training with puppets is fundamentally different from real combat. The puppets created by Yunping can only help them gradually familiarize themselves with the path they need to take in the future and improve their martial arts level through being tortured, but they cannot give them much real combat experience.

Because dolls are just dolls, they are not people. They are more like machines programmed to provide suffering benefits to masochists. All the fighting techniques are just countermeasures they use according to a pre-programmed sequence.

And among the countermeasures Yunping devised for them...

It may not include "inducement".

boom! boom! boom!

The barrage of punches caught Fang Yan completely off guard.

Compared to Zhang Ruoxue's exquisite and extremely suppressive boxing style, his boxing style is more inclined to look for opportunities and deliver a fatal blow. Therefore, he spends most of his time in a defensive stance when grappling in close combat.

At this moment, Zhang Ruoxue found that Fang Yan was like an impregnable city wall. All her attacks were either dodged at the critical moment or blocked by him with an extremely tough stance.

It should be noted that Wing Chun has many techniques that can disrupt an opponent's balance and pull on their lower body. However, Fang Yan's footwork looks particularly strange, like a phantom that is always around her but impossible to touch. Every time Zhang Ruoxue is about to touch him, he will turn into a ghostly breeze and reappear on her other side.

The flames were stirred by the wind, and although they burned so fiercely, the scorching flames seemed to be slowly diminishing in the howling wind.

—Zhang Ruoxue's spiritual energy is not sufficient.

She knew this all too well, but she was already trapped in a vicious cycle. If she stopped now, she would be put on the defensive and would have no chance of winning.

Zhang Ruoxue had no choice but to fight.