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Chapter 142 - 128 Lian Po is Old

Chapter 142: Chapter 128 Lian Po is Old

"Is this a case of starting a fight at a word?"

"Who is this old man, just speaking his mind like that, and so stubborn in his thinking?"

"Traditional Martial Arts have withered to this extent, yet he still holds onto a set that only focuses on killing enemies without performance, which is impractical."

"If you can’t even sustain yourself, what inheritance are we talking about? Without an audience, what’s there to promote and expand?"

"I actually think such people are quite respectable. Without them, where would we have any real Kung Fu passed down?"

"I’m just curious whether Wu Li can win against his opponent within three moves."

"That shouldn’t be a problem, right? Even if his opponent was formidable in his younger days, how old is he now? Can he still fight?"

The discussion in the live stream room was lively. The director of the program wasn’t worried about Wu Li losing; instead, he was worried whether Gao Zheng might get hurt.

Internal Martial Arts emphasize the "body prepared as five bows," which refers to the four limbs and the trunk, with bones as the bow’s body and sinews as the bowstring, generating power as if drawing a bow to shoot an arrow.

As Internal Martial Arts Boxers age, although their muscles may atrophy and their strength wane, their whole body’s sinews are as tough as ox tendons, full of resilience, and can still possess great explosive power. However, their bones can’t withstand too intense exertion, and this human ’bow’ if stretched to full draw, might not take many times before falling apart.

Gao Zheng, 59 years old this year, could not draw his ’bow’ to full draw many more times. Even if his body could bear it, his stamina wouldn’t. Therefore, like such Boxers, going all out, he could only perform two or three moves with full power before becoming unable to continue fighting.

That’s why Wu Li told Gao Zheng, "If I can’t defeat you within three moves, I consider it my loss."

It wasn’t a sign of contempt but rather an act of fulfillment because if they fought normally, Wu Li just needed to dodge Gao Zheng’s initial bursts of explosive power and then a light punch could knock his opponent down.

Now, by saying this, Wu Li was telling Gao Zheng: "I won’t dodge or avoid, but will face your three peak moves head-on!"

Don’t think Gao Zheng is just a 59-year-old man, System Detection rated his Eagle Claw Fist at a master level!

Even if he can only go all out for three moves, not just anyone could withstand them, only someone like Wu Li, a Martial Arts Master who cultivated Internal Martial Arts to the Innate Realm, was qualified to say such words to Gao Zheng.

Gao Zheng heard Wu Li’s words and, rather than getting angry, he laughed. He stepped forward a few steps, "Good! Let’s see how domineering the Xingyi Fist of the Innate Realm truly is!"

As his words fell, Gao Zheng stepped forward, taking the initiative to strike.

He only had energy for a few moves, and using them to attack would display the greatest power.

Gao Zheng’s advance wasn’t fast, and as expected, Wu Li neither dodged nor avoided, standing his ground waiting for Gao Zheng’s move.

Gao Zheng’s hands turned into claws, raised high, then he fiercely clawed toward Wu Li’s face.

Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng!

Wu Li heard a series of crisp sounds by his ear, knowing it was the sound of Gao Zheng’s body sinews straining.

A bow like thunder, a bowstring startling!

Gao Zheng’s hands had turned blue-black, with veins bulging and knuckles swelling, resembling the fierce claws of a demon, reaching downward toward Wu Li.

Due to the rapid speed, Wu Li’s vision blurred, as if the sky suddenly darkened, leaving only a swath of blue-black.

Simultaneously, a stench hit him; Wu Li knew it was due to Gao Zheng soaking his hands in medicinal water for long periods, and now his hands’ blood vessels were bulging, making the medicinal stench even stronger.

As the demon moves, the foul stench arises.

Gao Zheng’s move could be said to have achieved "sound, color, and aroma" all complete, rightfully regarded as master-level Eagle Claw Fist!

Faced with Gao Zheng’s attack, Wu Li simply lifted his arms in defense.

Tiger Hugging Head.

Crack!

The long sleeves Wu Li wore were torn by Gao Zheng from the wrist to elbow.

Gao Zheng applied strength with all ten fingers, locking Wu Li’s elbow joints tightly, ready to exert force.

In his youth, he trained his finger strength using pig bones, able to crack them at his peak!

Snap! But Wu Li suddenly stomped hard with his left foot, using the force from Horse Form Cannon, not for striking with the fist this time, but to retreat, breaking free from Gao Zheng’s claws with both elbows.

Just after retreating half a step, Wu Li’s right foot stomped hard again, still using Horse Form Cannon, Horse Form Trample, propelling his body suddenly forward!

As he moved half a step forward, Wu Li’s hands, like axes, chopped heavily downward, ripping through the air.

Tiger Embrace, the first move!

A retreat followed by an advance, Wu Li utilized the principle of center of gravity switch from Horse Jumping Creek, the change in force rapid and yet smooth.

Surprise flickered in Gao Zheng’s eyes. He had heard of the Xingyi great master Guo Yunshen performing Beng Fist, achieving indomitable hard power in the midst of such a half-step advance and retreat! He hadn’t expected Wu Li, young as he was, to show traces of such a style!

Facing Wu Li’s sudden double punch downward, Gao Zheng’s spine and shoulder blades tensed, both scapula arching up as if he had suddenly sprouted a pair of wings.

This was Eagle Spread Wings, demonstrated by Gao Jianping the day before; however, whereas previously Gao Jianping used this move to pull at Wu Li’s arms, now Gao Zheng was using it to dodge Wu Li’s arms.

Swoosh! Gao Zheng’s hands seemed to have shortened suddenly, avoiding Wu Li’s chopping fists by a hair’s breadth.

"Whoosh!" Wu Li heard Gao Zheng’s heavy breathing beside his ear.

The next instant, Gao Zheng’s bulging shoulder blades pulled apart, like an eagle flapping its wings.

Gao Zheng’s hands, driven by this action, re-extended like lightning, accurately clasping onto Wu Li’s wrists!

Just previously, Wu Li had cleverly executed a variation of Tiger Embrace with his step forward and back, now Gao Zheng returned him a variation of Eagle Spread Wings with his own hand moves.

Wu Li’s wrists were caught, but his expression remained unchanged, both hands pushing forward in Double Snake Form Drilling Fist, and then he again stepped heavily forward.

Boom!

Leveraging this step, Wu Li’s power soared from his feet, flowed through each joint, his spine like a dragon, transforming accordingly.

Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng!

Wu Li’s muscles and bones exploded with force as he freed his hands from Gao Zheng’s grasp. His arm thrust forward, then with a flick of his wrist, he grasped Gao Zheng’s arm, ready to exert force and push upwards.

Python to Dragon, Rising Dragon Style!

This was the secret technique Wu Li had used against Gao Jianping the day before, now modified in form.

Gao Zheng, having heard from Gao Jianping the night before about his encounter with Wu Li, and especially about this Snake Form to Dragon Form killing move, wasn’t surprised to see Wu Li use it.

With a loud shout, Gao Zheng’s hands followed the movement of Wu Li’s arms and grabbed his elbows again.

Crack! Wu Li’s movement abruptly stopped, his eyes showing a hint of surprise.

The key to the Xingyi Fist Python to Dragon secret technique was the conversion of power, transforming the Drilling Power of the Snake Form into the Explosive Power of the Dragon Form. Wu Li stomped the ground, rising up with the power flowing through him like a dragon’s spine, but just at the critical moment, Gao Zheng interrupted it.

It could be said that Gao Zheng’s timing, neither a moment too soon nor too late, was perfect, striking Wu Li’s vulnerability precisely when he was switching to the Python to Dragon transformation.

The precision and insight surprised Wu Li.

He knew Gao Jianping might have discussed their previous fight with Gao Zheng. His secret technique might have been revealed, but to think that merely hearing about it without seeing it could enable Gao Zheng to devise a counter-strategy so quickly and successfully use it in actual combat?

At that moment, Gao Zheng’s actions reminded Wu Li that Beihai Province’s former top boxer was not to be underestimated, still capable of defeating enemies despite his age!

Wu Li’s technique was interrupted midway, and with his energy waning, confronting a grappling expert like Gao Zheng made a comeback difficult.

However, Wu Li also demonstrated his talent at this moment. Since his upward attack was disrupted, he decided to strike downward instead!

With a sharp breath, Wu Li loosened his hold on Gao Zheng’s arms and swung downwards into thin air.

Drilling upward and flipping down, embracing the Tiger again, the second move!

With his move halfway through and interrupted, Wu Li smoothly switched techniques, using Tiger Embrace again.

His arms might have struck empty air, but his elbows leveraged upward, managing to shake off Gao Zheng’s grip.

Gao Zheng hadn’t expected Wu Li to switch tactics and couldn’t react in time.

Seizing the moment, Wu Li exhaled forcefully and his fists surged upwards again.

Bang! Bang!

Gao Zheng’s arms were struck by Wu Li’s fists, followed by Wu Li’s elbows flipping upwards, hitting Gao Zheng’s arms again, completely dispersing his power.

Swish! Wu Li’s right fist chopped down.

The third move, still Tiger Embrace!

Gao Zheng reached up to block Wu Li’s fist, but he was too slow.

Crack! Wu Li’s right fist hit Gao Zheng’s left shoulder, but he pulled his punch, preventing any injury.

The two stood firm, locked eyes for a moment, then Wu Li stepped back and bowed to Gao Zheng.

"I concede."

Three moves, three times embracing the Tiger, Wu Li had defeated the once renowned top boxer of Beihai.

Gao Zheng looked at Wu Li, his otherwise stiff back slowly bending as if all his energy had been drained. He turned slowly to look at a flag planted nearby:

Gao Family’s Eagle Claw.

He reached out as if trying to grasp something.

"Dad!" a voice called out.

Gao Zheng trembled but didn’t turn around.

A figure walked out from behind, it was Gao Jianping.

He had told Wu Li he didn’t want to come, but in the end, he secretly followed and witnessed the entire exchange between his father and Wu Li.

Gao Jianping knelt behind his father with a thud.

"Dad, I’ve decided to follow Wu Li to Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall to be a coach. I want to work with him to improve Eagle Claw’s techniques, enter tournaments, and make a name for myself!"

"I’m sorry for disappointing your teachings over the years, I bow in apology."

After speaking, Gao Jianping began bowing his head.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With each bow, his head struck the concrete hard, quickly staining the ground with blood.

Wu Li watched the scene, unsure of what to say.

"Enough!"

Gao Zheng turned around, looking at his son.

Gao Jianping stopped, looking up at his father with tears streaming down his face.

"Go ahead, I won’t stop you," Gao Zheng said.

Gao Jianping’s eyes widened in disbelief; knowing his father, this was approval.

Gao Zheng then turned to Wu Li, "Perhaps you are right. With you, Jianping may achieve his ambitions. Please take good care of him."

With that, Gao Zheng turned and walked towards the flag, his hand trembling slightly as he touched the letters again.

Finally, he pulled the flag out and walked inside without looking back.

"Go on, I await the day when your fame reaches the heavens."