The Warrior of Love

It is a combat technique that pushes "oppression" to the extreme.

However, Yan Qing and Li Shuwen's styles are completely different from his.

Li Shuwen is a practitioner of Bajiquan school, and follows the orthodox "hard fist" style. His explosive power and instantaneous destructive power are among the best in boxing.

He has cultivated himself to the point of being both strong and gentle, and of combining water and fire. Perhaps because of the burden of his physical body, he does not make too many movements, and seeks to cause the greatest damage in the simplest and most efficient way.

With the combination of "Inch Step" and "Circle", he can pull anyone into his fatal distance, and no one can dodge his punch.

One strike is sure to hit the target, and one strike is sure to kill. The saying "there is no second strike for a hard fist" is indeed well-deserved.

Yan Qing is at the other extreme. Strictly speaking, his style is not boxing, but a mixed martial arts that combines fists, palms and legs, mainly in a mobile fighting style, supplemented by striking and wrestling.

As he himself said - a style of fighting like a street scoundrel.

However, there is no distinction between high and low schools. After studying to a certain extent, any trick can be transformed into magic, and fighting to the end is the consensus of the warriors. Even Jiang Liu's Ashina Wuxin Style is not bound by form.

In comparison, Yan Qing does not have the same profound boxing attainments as Master Li, nor does he have the perfect skill configuration.

He was just a phantom summoned from a book, and his skills were just the miscellaneous martial arts he practiced during his lifetime. The so-called founder of the "Yanqing Fist" was just a far-fetched creation by later generations. In fact, he did not belong to any school.

However, he is more agile than Master Li!

Especially his unpredictable body movements. His short-distance movements might not be as amazing as Li Shuwen's "inch steps", but his running and leaping seemed to become unreal, and he could even create dozens of afterimages, which were dazzling.

He also knows how to use the weak to fight the strong. He will not hesitate to use even despicable means as long as he can win. He does not have the inexplicable self-esteem of ordinary warriors.

The fight between the two people in the field seemed extremely strange to ordinary people.

Yan Qing on the periphery was constantly moving around, with afterimages coming and going, and it was impossible to tell which one was real and which one was fake.

Master Li, who was surrounded in the middle, had a face as if he was sinking into water, as if he had given up vision. No matter how many afterimages passed by him, his head remained motionless.

And at a certain moment, he would take a step to the left or right without hesitation, as if he knew the future, and strike out with his long-accumulated fist like thunder!

Every time this happened, a loud explosion would be heard in the air, and Yan Qing's figure would appear in the void, with the two men's fists facing each other!

In this way, the two men fought for countless rounds, and the number of fist collisions became more and more frequent. Yan Qing's probing gradually decreased, but the frequency of his actual attacks greatly increased. It was obvious that they were both really angry.

"it's over……"

Jiang Liu suddenly whispered, "Yan Qing lost."

"Ok?"

Li Xiang turned around and looked at the Black Knight in confusion. Before she could ask, a roar like a cannon sounded in the field, the atmosphere was suddenly torn apart, and a gust of fist wind swept across the entire field.

The ground was cracked by Li Shuwen's steps, and all the explosive power of his steps was transferred to his fists.

Ignoring the numerous ghost shadows around him, Li Shuwen broke through the wind pressure, and his pair of strong fists pierced through the fog, revealing Yan Qing's agile figure.

"drink!"

"Ahhh!"

Facing a fatal punch, Yan Qing showed no fear and gathered all his strength to resist it.

But Li Shuwen was half a step faster than him, and his strong and powerful fist had already hit his chest, and the raging force of the fist suddenly poured out!

"Well!"

Yan Qing vomited blood and his body was blown away.

"Assassin..." The Second Emperor summoned a whirlwind and caught Yan Qing firmly. He took a quick look at his condition and frowned slightly.

"The soul core is damaged..."

"Ahem...what's up? Is he really going to die?"

Yan Qing had no awareness that he was about to die, and even laughed lightly.

"That's not bad. At least I got to have a good fight before I died."

"Yanqing..." Lixiang walked over, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

"Don't be too sad, Master."

Yan Qing laughed heartily and said, "I am not worthy of beautiful girls shedding tears for me. Besides, I took the initiative to ask for this battle, but I lost my life here. I should be the one to say sorry.

Well, it's just a bit regretful.

The Master and I didn't spend much time together, and even at this moment I can't say any touching farewell words. It would be better if I could be more eloquent.

Goodbye, Master."

Yan Qing's body disintegrated into spiritual light and disappeared.

"If we are summoned again next time, let's cultivate our bond again..."

Li Shuwen took a deep breath, calmed the surging energy, slowly retracted his moves and returned to a standing position. Watching Yan Qing's disappearance, a look of respect appeared on his face.

"Although he is from a miscellaneous school, his attainments in boxing are already at the highest level... He is one of the few opponents I have ever encountered who can match him."

Then he looked around, and although he was wearing sunglasses, one could still sense where his gaze was.

"Who's next?"

"That's really disrespectful of me!"

Prince Lanling had an elegant temperament, but he was unexpectedly impatient. He frowned and wanted to step forward and compete with Li Shuwen.

But this time Yu Ji stopped him: "Although I don't want to dampen your enthusiasm, let's leave this to someone else."

Lanling Wang turned around and saw a black-armored knight walking out slowly.

"Oh? Is this a fight?"

The old man saw the greatsword in the knight's hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a man in black handed over a red tasseled spear from behind.

"But I'm not only good at boxing, I also know a thing or two about spearmanship!"

Chapter 975: A tiger climbing the mountain!

Jiang Liu almost doesn't recognize the phrase "know a thing or two" anymore!

All of them say they know a thing or two, but when they start to do it, they are all very skilled! No one would believe you!

It is certainly impossible that Li Shuwen only knows a little about spearmanship.

It should be noted that since ancient times, Chinese martial arts have had a tradition of transforming weapons and boxing and kicking skills into each other. The most typical one is the Bajiquan that Li Shuwen learned, which can transform fists into guns and guns into fists.

Many famous Bajiquan masters in history were famous for their powerful spears, including Li Shuwen.

The old man in sunglasses is practicing the "Liuhe Spear" in the Bajiquan school, and he has mastered the subtleties of his predecessors, and even brought innovations to a new level.

Of course, Jiang Liu is not afraid of the Liuhe Spear.

In fact, even the return of a certain gatekeeper’s swallows was not something out of reach for Jiang Liu.

His swordsmanship is powerful enough to kill gods, and his fighting experience far exceeds that of Li Shuwen. In a fair fight, he has no reason to retreat.

"Zheng!"

The pitch-black magic sword shone with a clear lake light that was inconsistent with its image, leaving a lingering shadow when it was swung. Jiang Liu delivered a simple and direct blow as soon as he made a move.

"Well done!"

Li Shuwen shook his spear, and his whole aura changed suddenly. His previous steadiness and depth disappeared completely, and even his body became stronger, as if he had returned to his youth when he was brave and fierce, and challenged hundreds of heroes with a spear.

rub! rub! rub!

A gun flower made three sounds of breaking through the air, and the sharp cold light pierced through the space, appearing on the trajectory of the big sword as if ignoring the distance.

Instead of fighting the sword head-on, the tip of the spear hit the sword at different angles. Three consecutive powerful impacts were transmitted along the sword to Jiang Liu, causing him to tremble all over, and the sword's trajectory was thus lost.

"Drink!"

An inch longer, an inch stronger. Li Shuwen took this saying to the extreme. When he swung his spear, it was like a dragon that swept away the layers of clouds. No magical light leaked out, but it gave people a complete shock and deterrence.

"Qiang!"

But Jiang Liu's sword confronted him head-on and refused to give in. Due to the difference in the length of the weapons, he was able to press Li Shuwen step by step, never letting the old man in sunglasses escape his attack range.

The clear sword energy like lake light was wielded freely in Jiang Liu's hands. Even though it was not the Odachi he was most familiar with, Jiang Liu could still use it to perform god-killing level sword skills.

In just three seconds, the two had fought dozens of rounds. The berserker wearing a helmet had no expression on his face, while Li Shuwen's expression became more and more serious.

He found that Jiang Liu's sword skills were as transparent and spotless as clear water. Every move was upright and aboveboard. It was a tactic that perfectly combined speed and strength, oppressing the opponent with a magnificent momentum, yet was also delicate, leaving no room for others to exploit.

Li Shuwen's spear skills have already reached the highest level, but he is still unable to take the initiative in a fight with the spear. In fact, he is even dragged down by the spear, as if he is stuck in a quagmire and unable to extricate himself.

It was obviously a big gun, but he couldn't even create distance!

If this goes on, he might not even be able to show his true strength and will be oppressed to death by Jiang Liu!

"Don't think about it!"

With a roar, an extremely sharp murderous aura emanated from the old man, sweeping around like a substance, enough to make even the servant-level strong men feel dazed.

At the same time, the old man himself disappeared from everyone's perception.

Not only the vision, but all five senses were unable to find Li Shuwen's location. Even the extremely sensitive Kuaiji Zero could not calculate his location coordinates.

At this moment, the "existence" of Li Shuwen seemed to have disappeared from the world...

In a moment of daze, all the murderous intent was focused on Jiang Liu, and ripples appeared in the space. The spear that was powerful enough to penetrate all defenses broke through the realm and pierced Jiang Liu's chest.

A hand accurately grasped the gun tip three inches behind, and pulled the gun aside. A fierce murderous intent instantly dissipated into nothingness.

"Varied--"

Before Li Shuwen had time to be shocked, the dark knight took a step forward, holding the spear in one hand and raising the magic sword in the other, and chopped down hard at Li Shuwen!

At the critical moment, a gleam of brilliance flashed in the eyes of the old man in sunglasses, and he let go of the spear in his hand without hesitation. He sank his body and immediately changed into the Bengquan stance of Bajiquan. He stomped on the ground suddenly, and an unstoppable and powerful force rose up.

He didn't even do any dodging or defense, and was determined to die together with the enemy even if he was cut in half by the magic sword!

"The tiger climbs the mountain hard!"

The punch, which was gathered with all the strength of the whole body, was thrown at him at almost zero distance. It was a fatal blow that could not be dodged!

However, Jiang Liu seemed to be a prophet and predicted the old man's dying counterattack. Almost at the same time when Li Shuwen took his stance, he let go of his magic sword and spear, and took another half step forward to meet the old man's iron fist, almost face to face with him.

The heart was beating continuously, pumping the burning magic power and blood into the whole body. The power like fire flowed through Jiang Liu's body, and finally turned into explosive power that destroyed everything.

The power that is enough to break through mountains and rivers is concentrated in this single punch.

"Shenlan o Lionheart!"

Bang!

Two collision sounds rang out at the same time, merged into one, and finally turned into a muffled sound that spread all around. The power fluctuations passed through the ground and shook everyone's body. Even the servants felt their legs go weak.

And a moment later, the hard stone floor was shattered into pieces, as if it had been hit by a 10-million-ton iron ball hundreds of times. The entire floor was "shorter" by three inches...

"Well……"

Neither of them flew backwards, their fists pressed against each other's chests, and they remained motionless as if they were petrified.

After a long time, Jiang Liu shook his body first, and only took half a step back, and almost fell backwards, but he finally stood firm.

"call……"

"Brother...Berserker, are you okay?"

Jiang Liu raised his hand, signaling Lixiang not to come over. He looked at the old man in sunglasses in front of him very seriously, and his brows gradually frowned.

"Forget it...that's it."

He took two steps back, clasped his fists and saluted solemnly, then turned around and returned to the Chaldean team.

"let's go."

"Ugh?"

Ritsuka was stunned, a little confused, but when he looked around, everyone's expressions were very solemn, including those gangster clones... some even looked sad.

"Master, Mr. Li Shuwen has... passed away." The Second said calmly.

"Varied--"

Ritsuka looked at the old man who was standing there in a boxing stance in astonishment, and was speechless for a moment.

She had never seen someone who could maintain one posture like a statue and yet exude an unstoppable aura, as if all obstacles in front of him would be broken.

It is a kind of static violence that shocks one's soul once it comes into view.