There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

The colonist system had some defense against such force, using a side sway to let the fist slide past the shoulder, but it couldn't block the powerful kick that came flying through the air.

The ability to walk on water with leg strength means that the explosive power is far beyond imagination. This super-fast and powerful kick created a vacuum slash that even cut through the steel on the top of the deck. I could only barely retreat before being kicked into the chaotic smoke!

…………

What broke this situation was a gunshot from outside the stadium.

Upon noticing a sudden burst of fire, Agent E, who had been distracted by the battle, turned and glared behind him. Sure enough, he saw Sparrow peeking out, putting down the smoking pistol in his hand.

"Uh... since you didn't answer me, I thought I'd help this town's sheriff..."

At that point, no one blamed him for lacking martial ethics, but his amateurish actions really got me into serious trouble.

"Marcus was able to withstand his opponent's beastly intuition by relying on his anticipation, creating a stalemate and searching for an opening. But anticipation requires a series of interconnected steps, while intuition can adapt to any situation. Your shot essentially helped the opponent resolve the crisis, but rendered Marcus's efforts useless!"

At this point, Agent E couldn't help but retort, "Besides, you didn't even hit it?"

Sparrow exclaimed, half-laughing and half-crying, "I didn't mean to! Is there any hope for him?! Marcus, please don't die!"

My weak voice drifted slowly from the ruins.

"You're not dead yet... but if you help your opponent one more time, you can prepare to collect my corpse!"

My digitized body is not afraid of such a fierce attack. As long as Zack cannot shatter me in one blow, the attack will always be acceptable.

But without the slightest hesitation, and without his vision being obscured by the smoke and dust, Zach stepped onto the ground and moved over in an instant as if he had vanished!

While marveling at the importance of the team and thinking that I should return to the edge planet if I had the chance, to see if I could take over my elite legion, I exerted force with my wrist and with a muffled shout, I thrust Zack in front of me again. The steel-like arm pressed back into place, and I stepped on his flying kick, using the momentum to fly backward, finally dodging the relentless attacks.

Ugh, that hurts a little.

"I can also fight like that, I refuse to believe I can't beat you!"

I don't know if I was furious because of my terrible teammates or because I had been suppressed for too long and my temper was finally flaring up. I spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm in mid-air and tried to regain my balance.

The Colonizer System couldn't deal with Zach because it couldn't adapt well to this enemy, who had extensive combat experience and whose skills had been honed to the point of instinct. Its originally simple and efficient computational combat style was not well adapted to him.

Simple, direct, pure killing and a return to instinctive hunting instincts are equally matched! What can truly withstand the furious onslaught of wild beasts must be something far more imaginative and creative!

And coincidentally, I have a lot of such ideas in my head!

After a moment's thought, a whole host of things came flooding into my mind, in no particular order: Jackie Chan's Drunken Fist, Master Ip's Wing Chun, Master Hung's Hi Hi Fist, Li Zhao's Sun-Character Spear Fist, Chairman Wan's "My Daughter Fights You," a certain bald man's Four Demon Fist, another bald man's Sun Fist, yet another bald man's Water Ball Carbonated Fist, and yet another not-bald but defeated Wolf Fang Wind Fist!

In my memory, some of these boxing techniques lacked a coherent system, while others only existed in bizarre fragments. However, I indiscriminately provided them all to the Colonizer System, utilizing its powerful computational and analytical capabilities to transform these more refined and systematic boxing techniques from my memory into reality!

"Hey! Drink!"

I did two and a half somersaults in the air, and after my legs landed firmly on the ground, I bent my knees backward to stand still, twisting my backward posture to maintain my balance.

At this moment, I stretched out both hands, channeling my power into my fingertips, lowered my elbows and arms, and then supported the sky with one finger. The power-up mode was like a V12 engine with a full tank of gasoline, roaring instantly. The bones in my body crackled and popped, offsetting the hidden injuries I had just suffered.

Zach was already in front of him, and his fierce attack, like a hawk swooping down, was instantly countered by a flurry of blows and parries from both hands, which landed one after another on the metal sheet, creating a noisy clanging sound!

Being airborne meant that my old strength was exhausted and I had no new strength to draw upon, so I finally managed to strike back head-on!

"Divide! Define! Inch!"

I shouted out three words, my arm skin tensed up, revealing a grayish-white color like cement, as if even an iron ring could be bent and broken instantly. The image that came to mind was that of Sammo Hung, the actor who has maintained the best figure from youth to old age, whose figure has hardly changed!

"Let me show you Hung Kuen!"

Chapter 642 Master Ma, the Authentic Wing Chun Master

Zack's punches were like the fiercest sea breeze, biting and relentlessly attacking my vital points. His face, with veins bulging in his eyes, became increasingly ferocious. His powerful fighting spirit almost superseded the basic functions of breathing, blood circulation, and metabolism; everything he did was driven by the fundamental yet resolute goal of defeating the enemy.

His skin was a deathly gray from overwork, his muscles were taut like a solid piece of cast titanium steel, and he swung his fists and feet incessantly, kicking ten times in the blink of an eye, his body flying as he pounced.

"Bah!"

With a loud shout, I stretched out my arms parallel to each other, spread my hands, concentrated my strength between my palms and arms, and forced out an unprecedented power as the sinking force moved, blocking Zack's attack that went straight to the center!

The collision of the equally bulging muscles produced a deafening sound like steel clashing, and the two men were instantly thrown backward by the force of the impact!

Zach lost his balance and swayed back several steps before finally managing to stand up using all four limbs. Meanwhile, I had already regained my balance in mid-air while flying backward, and I took control of my horse stance the moment I landed. My feet felt rooted to the spot, and I slowly stood still with my left fist and right fingers pointing. The hidden strength within me emerged once again with a soft grip, emitting a low "hmm" sound.

Without hesitation, Zach lunged forward again, his left foot striking through the air with a stunning arc—an air phenomenon close to a sonic boom!

But in the short time I had to exhale, I exhaled the stale air from my lungs completely with a low shout, slowly turning it into a "ho" sound, thus completing the breathing process and moving on to the next step!

He first used his left hand to block and cover his head, using soft force to dissipate some of the force, and then his other hand transformed from a finger to a fist, swinging out with powerful force.

The two clashed head-on at close range once again. One side's muscles turned white, while the other's blood boiled. Clearly, both had suffered considerable backlash.

"Agent E, are they... really fighting?! Are these two monsters?!"

Sparrow Jr.'s gun had been thrown far away, and he seemed somewhat incoherent.

As a spoiled rich young master who acted recklessly, and one of the wealthiest families in the Federation, he naturally couldn't stand being overshadowed by others. Even cooperating with Mr. Rhodes's plan seemed like a condescension and a humiliation.

But that doesn't mean he's stupid. Misjudging and firing at crucial moments is normal. If he could remain nonchalant in the face of combat beyond human comprehension, then his true level of education probably only included prenatal education.

As a professional combatant, Miss Ada Wong appeared much calmer. Perhaps she was used to wars that went beyond the bounds of normalcy and used any means necessary. Instead, her attention was focused on the details of my confrontation with Zack.

She spoke in the tone of someone writing a record of the S.P.A.R.R.O.W. incident, saying, "I knew that person who went berserk was formidable; their strength and speed surpassed human capabilities. But that makes Marcus even stranger..."

Sparrow exclaimed in surprise, "Does Marcus also possess the same strength and speed?"

"No, quite the opposite. He relies on skills that far surpass his opponents'. I originally thought he was proficient in special assassination techniques, but I didn't expect him to have mastered such a unique fighting style. Look at his every move; he can block the opponent's relentless barrage of attacks every time, which shows that this style of combat is extremely effective in fighting against people..."

Ada Wong's voice gradually faded, and both of them turned their attention back to the area where we were fiercely clashing.

Just as Ada Wong said, the power of this fighting technique, or rather this martial art, lies in its overwhelming superiority in skill!

I had just dodged Zach's shave kick when one of my hands was stuck to the soft bridge and was immediately suppressed for a moment by the force of the shoulder and neck muscles!

But in that instant, I had already grabbed Zach's left hand, and with my right forearm rising up in a powerful stance, I pressed down without hesitation, immediately locking the opponent's joints and bones, and the force was instantly released from my elbow!

This fluid and powerful attack instantly unleashed a fierce energy that combined the strength of dragons and tigers, managing to withstand Zack's frenzied attacks and gain the first advantage!

Even steel bones couldn't withstand this powerful elbow strike aimed at the joints! With a "crack," Zach's left hand joint snapped backward!

"Well done!"

Little Sparrow, standing at the edge of the battlefield, must have felt the shock of the blood flowing five steps and the world draped in white mourning, and was the first to cheer for me.

This kind of shock is something that even the most powerful technological weapons cannot bring to people's blood and sweat!

I breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, the method worked.

My mind was filled with jumbled battle fragments, and none of those super-powerful techniques were accepted. The colonizer system probably wants to criticize me for being delusional, like trying to squeeze brain-boosting supplements out of a toad.

In the end, only these martial arts-related memories were analyzed and found to be useful.

Some might say that these martial arts segments are all choreographed routines and deliberately designed by martial arts instructors, and that no one would be foolish enough to cooperate with their opponent in performing these acrobatic stunts.

But don't forget, the most powerful feature of the Colonizer system is its unimaginable real-time combat calculation capability, comparable to an RTX 3090ti that has been trained in a mining plant for thirty years!

This computing power, capable of refining coal tar in a single second, can naturally extract all the essential elements and transform them into immediate and effective combat strategies!

In other words, on the surface I'm a respectable Hung Kuen master, but in reality I'm AlphaGo!

…………

But my joy was short-lived. I saw Zack sway slightly, then effortlessly restore the abnormal joints with a backhand motion, even more easily than assembling a model...

The ensuing battle intensified. Zack's punches, palms, and kicks rained down like a shower of flowers, appearing before me without warning. His speed approached its limit, and even seemed to continue to increase, leaving deep marks on the surrounding deck even as his attacks spilled out.

Relying on the power-accumulation mode, the force condensed in my body became more and more active. Under the operation of the Hung Kuen Twelve Bridge Hands, I broke through the joints without any hindrance, and the force was applied to the fingertips and the ends. Although I did not have his almost flying and escaping power, I could always exert force from the upper, middle and lower parts at the same time when he approached. My fists went from bottom to top, and I quickly kicked out from the middle, suppressing Zack to a distance of five inches in front of me.

Among them, the Twelve Bridge Hands used twelve techniques in turn: piercing, sinking, separating, framing, touching, pushing, searching, grinding, hanging, bumping, locking, and chopping. With their rapid calculation ability, they defeated Zak time and time again!

Unfortunately, the temporary advantage didn't help. As the attacks continued, I felt that Zac on the other side wasn't weakened at all. Instead, he seemed like a rough gem being polished, gradually revealing the sharpness within him. As for me, the incredibly hard whetstone, I could only passively prepare and wait for the moment when my attacks exceeded their limit and I would break and shatter.

"Has the 'death point' not appeared yet? How can I force it to its limit?"

As the conflict escalates, one of them will eventually reach their limit...

Feeling the soreness and numbness in my arms, and the pain and spasms throughout my body, I took another deep breath, mustered all my strength, and added a fierce flame to the Colonizer System's combat mode, determined to overwhelm Zack's momentum. If I couldn't wake him up, I would simply kill him!

Zack's movements became faster and faster. This time, his figure flashed continuously, destroying the ground beneath his feet from left to right. He made a chilling explosion sound on the top of the aircraft. His clothes were torn straight by the airflow, and his face was blurred.

This time, I stretched out both hands forcefully, looked at my left fist, straightened my waist, spread my arms wide, and once again defended against Zach's high-speed attack.

But the immense force I had anticipated was nowhere to be seen; I suddenly felt as if I had struck a piece of white paper fluttering in the air!

Oh no, it's a feint!

Zack's powerful straight attack was easily pushed aside and deflected by me. My body floated away gently, and even the body controlled by the colonist system couldn't help but sway to the side twice. For the first time, the center line of my body, which I had been guarding so tightly with both hands, showed an opening!

"Damn it! The enemy is using a bait attack!"

Ada Wong's exclamation reached my ears.

Zach didn't give me a chance. Taking advantage of the opening in the attack, he had transformed from a light, paper-thin figure back into a tough, steely stance. He suddenly turned around with his right foot as the center and charged at me against the current!

The kick was fast and powerful. I could only use my left shoulder and back to forcefully block it, channeling my strongest force there to defend against this extremely threatening attack.

After a loud bang, an invisible shockwave erupted from the ground between me and Zack, stirring up dust and filling everyone's field of vision.

Half of my body went numb instantly, and my breathing and heartbeat almost stopped!

My soul seemed to be forcibly expelled from my body with this blow, drifting and looking at myself in the third person, feeling both confused and relieved.

From this third-person perspective, I saw many things.

I saw the pain on my face.

I saw Sparrow's panic.

I saw Ada Wong's resentment.

I saw Zach, like a wild beast, pull back his foot, turn around, lock onto the enemy, and without hesitation charge into front of me, breaking through the five-inch defense line. The fatal attack was already on the string!

My soul drifted as if blown by the wind, and even the murky air particles on the sea were exceptionally clear. At this moment, even if I turned my body around, I could not change the predicament of losing the middle lane, and I could not regain my balance.

But out of the corner of my eye, I could still see my own body moving, performing the "bridge-controlling" technique of the Twelve Bridges Hand, an emergency downward defense, with both palms clenched into fists, still trying to defend urgently.

At this time.

I'm still leaning to one side.

Zach is still attacking.

But this time, I was certain that Zack's consciousness had partially returned to normal!

Because his original straightforward, wide-ranging punching style suddenly transformed into a two-finger outstretched motion from this angle of view...