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Chapter 169 - 154 Southern Country’s Martial Arts

Chapter 169: Chapter 154 Southern Country’s Martial Arts

Southern Country, Yuhe City.

This place could only be considered an ordinary city in Southern Country, not very developed, nor a tourist destination. However, Yuhe City was somewhat famous in the underground boxing ring of Southern Country and even the whole of Southeast Asia.

The reason was that the city had produced a combat master named Hu Shan, renowned as the number one real combat fighter in Southeast Asia.

Unlike Hua Country and many Western countries, underground fighting, or unsanctioned fights without formal organization, such as picking two strong men to brawl with a crowd of friends cheering them on, was very popular in Southeast Asia.

This had historical reasons: many countries in Southeast Asia had a history of constant warfare, with a national culture that valued martial prowess. In some countries, kings were even chosen through martial contests among royal family members.

The tradition of settling disputes through combat had continued to the present, where many civilian disputes in Southeast Asia were still resolved in this manner, making underground fighting extremely popular.

Of course, the prevalence of underground boxing in Southeast Asia was largely driven by profit.

With people’s lives lacking in entertainment, watching fights had become one of the few available forms of entertainment, with the thrill of fist-to-flesh combat and the associated gambling creating a complete industry chain.

Hu Shan had started as an ordinary underground fighter in Yuhe City and step by step became the renowned number one fighter in the Southeast Asian underground boxing ring. After making a name for himself in Southern Country, he went on to challenge many masters in Thailand, Indonesia, Malaysia, the Philippines, Brunei, and other countries, never once defeated.

Although he had never participated in official, organized competitions and you could hardly find videos of his fights on TV or the internet, he was still quite famous in Southern Country. Several fighters well-known in the martial arts world of Southern Country, even those who had achieved decent results in the UFC, had privately sparred with Hu Shan and afterward respectfully called him Master, admitting their defeat.

Hu Shan had opened a boxing gym in Yuhe City called the Shaquan Dojo.

On the outskirts of Yuhe City, several factory buildings were enclosed by a more than three-meter-high wall topped with barbed wire.

The site covered hundreds of square meters, originally a factory, now converted into a boxing gym. A metal sign hung above the front gate of the surrounding outer wall, reading "Shaquan Dojo."

Inside were three large factory buildings and a three-story flat house that appeared to be a dormitory.

The most central factory building was very spacious, with some combat equipment placed against the walls.

The ground was cemented, with a large group of people forming a circle sitting on the floor, while inside the circle, two men stood topless and barefoot, not wearing any protective equipment, engaging in combat.

One of the men had dark skin; his punches and kicks were sharp, combining elbows and knees in Muay Thai, while the other exhibited a boxing stance, but his motions to block his opponent’s strikes were using Wing Chun’s flat hand and upper arm techniques.

The ground beneath their feet was stained with many dark red spots of dried blood.

The factory was quiet, the only sounds were those of fists and feet colliding. The surrounding spectators were silent, sitting up straight, intently watching the fight.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Neither of the men wore gloves, and their exchanges of punches and kicks quickly resulted in both bleeding profusely, with broken fists and faces.

The Muay Thai fighter suddenly turned and threw an elbow, landing a spinning elbow strike fiercely against his opponent’s temple.

Bang!

His opponent couldn’t dodge and took the blow head-on, immediately stumbling and tilting to the right, his consciousness becoming somewhat blurred.

Seizing the opportunity, the Muay Thai boxer stepped forward and delivered a heavy uppercut to his opponent’s chin, knocking him to the ground.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

The Muay Thai boxer watched his unmoving opponent and gasped for breath.

"Good!" someone said in Vietnamese.

The voice came from above. The Muay Thai boxer looked up to see a muscular man with a goatee on the second floor, wearing a black eyepatch.

The man threw down a paper bag that landed right at the Muay Thai boxer’s feet.

"This is your payment."

The Muay Thai fighter picked up the paper bag, opened it, and saw it was full of money. He counted it, a smile appearing on his face as he performed the wai, a traditional gesture of respect, to the man above.

"Still up for fighting, want to challenge a black belt student?" the eyepatched man above asked.

The Muay Thai boxer hesitated, glanced at his own wounded hands, and was about to refuse when he heard another sentence from above.

"If you can continue now and win against a black belt student, I can decide to give you ten times the payment!"

The Muay Thai boxer looked up sharply, his eyes showing surprise, "Really?"

The man with the eyepatch nodded with a smile, "You should know of my reputation, Ruan Changheng; I keep my word!"

The Muay Thai boxer thought for a moment and then clenched his teeth, his eyes firmed, "Okay, I’ll fight!"

Ruan Changheng looked down at the students forming a circle below him. They all stood shirtless with long trousers, and belts of different colors tied around their waists.

"Li Youqiang, you go."

As the words were spoken, a man stood up, his waist adorned with a black belt.

The Muay Thai boxer turned to look at his new opponent, noting the opponent’s height and weight were similar to the last one, and heaved a sigh of relief. He placed the bag of money outside the circle and returned to the center.

Watching this, Ruan Changheng on the second floor curved his lips into a disdainful smirk.

At this point, two people from the crowd of onlookers had already risen to drag the previous fallen fighter out of the circle, just throwing him aside, unattended.

Li Youqiang and the Muay Thai boxer both raised their fighting stances and slowly approached each other.

"Begin!" Ruan Changheng shouted loudly from above.

Swish!

As his words fell, Li Youqiang instantly moved, stepping forward, his arm lashing out like a whip, striking towards his opponent’s face.

Anyone familiar with Hua Country’s Kung Fu would recognize at a glance that Li Youqiang’s move was the Single Whip of Long Arm Fist.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, Li Youqiang’s arm had already reached his opponent’s face.

The Muay Thai Boxer was taken aback, not expecting such a sudden move. He tilted his head slightly back, dodging the blow, but Li Youqiang stepped forward again, his other hand’s thumb hooking back while his four fingers closed together, thrusting at the opponent’s eyes.

Yong Chun, Standard Finger.

The Muay Thai Boxer swayed his head to the left, dodging again, and was about to counterattack with a punch when Li Youqiang raised his right leg, delivering a flying knee strike, a Muay Thai technique.

The Muay Thai Boxer braced with both hands, blocking the knee strike and used the momentum to retreat and create distance.

However, Li Youqiang was quick on his feet. With arms slightly spread and a swift motion, he glided to the Muay Thai Boxer’s left side with the agility of soaring, wildly whipping his arms and unloading the Fist Power of the Long Arm Fist through the techniques of Yong Chun’s Hiragana Punch.

The Muay Thai Boxer, not expecting his opponent to be so nimble, was too late to react and after taking a couple of punches, he quickly turned with his arms wrapped in front of him, fending off Li Youqiang’s onslaught like a tempest.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

After a dozen punches, Li Youqiang suddenly kicked up, aiming a kick at the Muay Thai Boxer’s groin!

By the time the Muay Thai Boxer saw the kick coming, it was already too late to react.

In usual matches, he was accustomed to letting the opponent kick while he defended his head; he could take a kick, then seize the chance to grab the leg and counterattack. But now, this habit doomed him.

Because there were no rules in this match.

Crack! The Muay Thai Boxer was hit in the groin, his face twisted in agony, instinctively covering himself with both hands, only to be met with Li Youqiang’s Standard Finger thrust into his left eye.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" The Muay Thai Boxer’s pained screams filled the air as blood poured from his left eye.

Yet Li Youqiang did not cease his attack, with a flash of his body, he was now behind his opponent, wrapping an arm around his neck, forming a Guillotine chokehold.

Li Youqiang’s right arm’s veins bulged as he tightened his grip around the boxer’s neck, the boxer’s face turning red, desperately slapping at Li Youqiang’s arm, his eyes filled with pleading.

But Li Youqiang was unmoved and instead looked up to Ruan Changheng on the second floor.

Ruan Changheng watched the scene with interest and nodded slightly to Li Youqiang.

Li Youqiang’s face showed a cruel smile as he continued to exert pressure. Seconds later, the Muay Thai Boxer stopped struggling, and after a few more seconds, Li Youqiang released him, letting him fall to the ground. He then bowed with his fist to Ruan Changheng upstairs.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Ruan Changheng started clapping, "Well fought."

Then he turned to the audience below, "Remember, Killing Fist is about the essence of slaughter! Only through constant refinement between life and death can one become a true warrior and comprehend the true meaning of Killing Fist."

As his speech ended, all the trainees stood up and turned to bow with their fists to Ruan Changheng.

"Yes!"

Ruan Changheng nodded, "We will increase the frequency of combat classes each week. I expect you all to win in combat class. Those who lose will spend a week in the dungeon!"

Hearing the words "dungeon," all the trainees, except for a few, looked fearful at the prospect.

"Continue training."

Leaving them with those words, Ruan Changheng walked away.

He climbed to the third floor and arrived at a room’s door, knocking.

"Come in." A voice came from inside.

Ruan Changheng opened the door and entered a very clean room with a bookshelf full of books. A man was sitting cross-legged on the floor, reading a book.

The man was dressed in a wide garment, which appeared to be a Daoist robe from Hua Country. He had short hair, a plain face, but bright eyes and a serene demeanor.

The formidable Ruan Changheng, who had just been so imposing before his students, now knelt down respectfully before this man and greeted, "Master."

His master was none other than Hu Shan, hailed as the foremost combatant of Southeast Asia.

Hu Shan put down the book, a manual of martial arts with Chinese characters and illustrations.

"Any news from Liu Qi?"

Ruan Changheng shook his head, "The last contact I had with him was in Luo City. He said he would return to Southern Country soon to see you."

Hu Shan’s brow furrowed, and with just that small motion, Ruan Changheng suddenly felt a chilling fear, as if the entity before him wasn’t human but a demon about to reveal its true form.

"The general’s goods are all gone, and he still has the face to see me?" Hu Shan’s gaze was icy.

"It’s not the disciple’s fault, it’s the Hua Country police..." Ruan Changheng began carefully.

"Find him at once!" Hu Shan interrupted.

"Yes."