Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

“Two-character clamp sheep horse? Asking for hands…” Isaac raised his eyebrows. “I see. This is a Wing Chun martial arts school. No wonder there are so many wooden dummy dummies.”

"Young Master, your amnesia is quite severe. You've even forgotten what kind of boxing you've ever learned," Ah Zheng said with a wry smile. "Young Master, which side do you think will win?"

"That burly man."

"Huh? You don't believe Miss Lan?"

“I’d completely forgotten about her, how could I possibly trust her? Besides, it’s easy to make a judgment based on the aura emanating from the two of them,” Isaac said. “Moreover, Wing Chun is a close-quarters combat style, which has an advantage against hard-hitting martial arts, but against judo and boxing, an inexperienced person can easily be targeted.”

"So Miss Lan is destined to lose?"

"At least that's how it seems to me. And even if they can effectively restrain themselves, the final outcome will still depend on how well they have mastered their martial arts."

Isaac continued to explain.

"As the saying goes, talking about toxicity without considering dosage is just being irresponsible. The same goes for martial arts. Someone who has studied judo for ten years can beat someone who has studied Wing Chun for one year like it's nothing. Have you ever seen a level 100 Charizard lose to a level 5 Squirtle?"

"Young Master really likes to say things I don't understand."

As the conversation progressed, the people on the field began to move.

The burly man reached out and tried to grab Lan Fang's collar, intending to throw her out and end the match.

Lanfang stood still, quickly placing her hands on the two outstretched hands, and at the same time kicked the burly man in the stomach.

The man should have been forced to retreat after being kicked hard in the abdomen, but Lanfang's hands seemed to have glued the strong man's hands to hers, pulling him back. She then instantly closed her hands together and began to unleash a barrage of punches along the midline, delivering more than a dozen blows to the strong man's chest in the blink of an eye.

"Choppy hands combined with Mandarin Duck Kicks, and then countered with a straight punch, Lanfang's got some skills," Isaac laughed.

"Young Master, didn't you lose your memory? Why do you still remember so much?"

"I learned it on the spot."

In reality, the martial arts he learned in the new country still have many similarities with the Chinese martial arts in this world, so you can get a general idea just by looking at them.

"However, judging from the current situation, Miss Lanfang is probably going to win."

“We can’t win,” Isaac said calmly.

Just then, the burly man, who had been repeatedly punched, acted as if nothing had happened. He grabbed Lanfang's clothes from her shoulder and lifted her up.

Lanfang, who was being lifted up, panicked and, in a moment of desperation, kicked the burly man in the face.

But it still didn't cause any damage.

With a twist of his waist, the burly man slammed Lanfang from the sky to the ground. He didn't use any special techniques; he simply used his physical strength to accomplish this.

"what!"

Lanfang, who had been hit on the ground, cried out in pain and struggled to her feet.

However, the moment she got up, the burly man's foot was already in front of her.

Just as she closed her eyes, expecting to take the kick, she found that the expected pain did not come.

She opened her eyes and found that Isaac was standing in front of her at some point, blocking her kick.

"Mr. Kujo, how about we exchange a few moves?"

Chapter 1050: I Must Show Mercy

"Junior brother..."

"Lanfang, you can go down now," Isaac said, turning his head. "It seems quite interesting; I'd like to play with him for a bit."

"However, your strength should be..."

“I learned some things when I went to England, which comes in handy here,” Isaac said casually.

"……I see."

Seeing that Isaac seemed to have made a decision, Lanfan didn't say anything more.

She helped herself to her feet and gave Isaac a gentle smile.

"I remember when you were bullied after I disappeared, I was always the one who stood up for you. I never thought I would be the one being protected by you one day."

"I don't remember anything from before."

After taking one last look at Isaac, Lanfang walked to the edge of the open space and stood with Azheng and the others, rubbing her aching shoulders.

"Miss Lan, are you alright?"

"No," Lan Fang said nonchalantly. "Has Junior Brother become stronger now? He actually stepped forward on his own initiative."

"Young Master... the situation is rather bad."

After hesitating for a moment, Ah Zheng finally told the truth.

"Because I was in Britain during the war and was affected by air raids, I lost most of my memories."

"Huh!?"

Lanfang opened her eyes wide, grabbed Azheng's shoulder and shook him violently.

"What on earth is going on!? Why..."

"The young master didn't say much about the specifics, but logically he should have forgotten all the martial arts he learned before..."

As soon as A-Zheng finished speaking, Lan-Fang nervously looked at Isaac, who was confronting the burly man on the stage.

"This is too reckless..."

There's no need to worry about him.

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this abrupt sound, Lanfang turned her head and saw a beautiful woman in a cheongsam with silver-white hair smiling at her.

Because Fran spoke in English, A-Zheng couldn't understand her, but Lan-Fang could.

She frowned and asked in English, "What do you mean?"

"Literally, Isaac is definitely not to be underestimated; a normal human can't beat him," Fran said with a shrug.

There was not a trace of concern for Isaac in his tone; he seemed to think that Isaac had already won.

"Isaac? You mean my junior brother?"

"correct."

"Do you know him?"

"I guess so. I lived with him the whole time when we were in England."

"Living together!?"

Lanfang's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.

What is your relationship with your junior brother?

"Whatever you think the relationship is, that's what it is," Fran said with a smile, her smile tinged with a hint of pleasure.

"...I wouldn't feel comfortable letting my junior brother fool around with a disreputable woman."

"Ah, it's too late, I've already ridden him (referring to Isaac who has become a horse)."

"What?! You shameless bastard..."

"Watch the game, you must be very worried about him."

"Tsk..."

With a displeased click of her tongue, Lanfang turned her gaze back to Isaac.

……

On stage, after Lan Fang left, Isaac looked at the burly man in front of him.

"If I were the opponent, you wouldn't mind, would you?"

"It doesn't matter. Even if I win against a little girl, it's not honorable," the burly man said indifferently.

He assumed the starting stance once again, his eyes sharper than before.

"But I won't hold back."

"Is that so? But I have to go easy on you. It wouldn't be fun if I killed you too quickly."

"What did you say!?"

Ignoring the burly man's angry glare, Isaac shouted to Ah Zheng outside the arena, "Ah Zheng, go across the street and call two doctors."

"Oh? Okay."

Upon hearing this, Ah Zheng didn't think much of it and immediately got up and ran outside the martial arts school.

After the person left, Isaac smiled slightly and raised his hand as well.

Step forward with your front foot, extend your left hand forward in a palm shape, and press down slightly with your right hand. Your arm should be neither straight nor bent, with your wrist and elbow at a level position.

Lanfang, who was watching from below the stage, suddenly widened her eyes.

"Transforming the spear into fist... Xingyi? But where did you learn Northern boxing from, junior brother?"

Not only Lanfang, but the burly man also couldn't help but frown upon seeing this.

"Aren't you using the same boxing style as that little girl?"

"I don't know how to do that."

After Isaac finished speaking with a smile, his figure appeared in front of the burly man like a ghost in an instant.

"Varied……"

Startled by the sudden attack, the burly man reacted instantly and reached out to grab Isaac.

However, in the blink of an eye, Isaac's hand grabbed his and pulled him down. At the same time, Isaac's other hand, which was below, suddenly clenched and drilled into the strong man's heart from below.

"puff--"

"Drill".

Isaac said calmly, and with a flick of his wrist, the hand that had struck his chest quickly pulled back, while the arm that had been holding his wrist rose up and smashed into his shoulder like an axe.

Bang!

The immense strength and powerful force caused the burly man to kneel on the ground.