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Chapter 178 - 161: Battle Against Many_3

Chapter 178: Chapter 161: Battle Against Many_3

The opponent did not hold back either and took the initiative to throw a punch that split the air downward.

If Long Arm Fist resembled a whip, then Pigua was akin to a blade; the former unleashed power with a cold crispness, focusing on transmitting force to the extremity and moving upon contact, whereas the latter, similar to Xingyi’s Splitting Fist, released force fiercely, each punch flowing into the next.

Facing an incoming punch from his opponent, Wu also countered with a splitting punch of his own.

His figure flashed, managing to strike first despite launching later, landing a blow on his opponent’s left shoulder that pushed him a step back.

"I am honored." Wu bowed with his fists together.

If before Wu had displayed his precise control over power transitions while sparring with a disciple of Long Arm Fist, now he was showcasing sheer speed.

In all martial arts, speed was unbeatable!

It was like a fencing match, where the competition was about who could strike the opponent first; during their exchange, both had their right arms bent forward, stepping forward and chopping downward in almost identical motions, yet Wu was able to strike first and even pushed his opponent back without his clothes even being touched, highlighting the gap between them.

The interview continued, and the third person was a master of Yongchun White Crane Fist.

However, by now, everyone’s attention had shifted away from the interview, looking forward to the ensuing bouts.

Soon, Wu sparred with the third person, also a disciple.

Initially, the masters at the scene had sent their disciples to fight Wu due to their status, but now they knew they would likely lose if they went themselves, and naturally, they didn’t want to lose face.

Facing the disciple of Yongchun White Crane Fist, Wu waited for his opponent to maneuver to his left side using his movement technique before he made a move, using the Horse Form step technique to nearly topple his opponent with a change of direction, and yet again, it only took one move to push the opponent back.

Next came Leopard Fist, White Eyebrow Fist, Cannon Hammer, Yan Qing...

Wu faced each disciple from the various martial arts halls one by one, no matter which techniques the opponents used; each time, he would only make one move and avoided injuring them, merely touching to signify the end of the bout.

If the opponent excelled in speed, he beat them with even greater speed; if the opponent excelled in elusive movements, he countered with even more exquisite maneuvers; if the opponent excelled in explosive power, he suppressed them with even stronger power.

Wu wasn’t deliberately being ostentatious; rather, he knew the difference between abroad and home.

At home, modesty and humility were valued, but abroad, strength was revered.

In Southeast Asia, where martial values were respected, to establish a Martial Arts Hall and stand one’s ground required overpowering others. Here, only the strong commanded respect—you followed and learned from someone formidable, whereas gracefulness was futile if one lacked strength.

Thus, Wu presented himself very dominantly, and indeed, those who lost to him were not disgruntled but rather genuinely convinced, and the surrounding students frequently cheered.

"Amazing, just one move against everyone."

"I thought the overseas masters would be more formidable, but it turns out Wu is the exceptional one."

"Ah, I’d like to see Wu fight those masters."

"Ha ha, that would be challenging them directly, right? Keep it friendly."

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Online viewers found the broadcast unsatisfying, eager to see Wu face more formidable opponents.

Now that the first seven masters had been introduced and Wu had sparred with their disciples, only Jiyun Hall remained.

As Zhang Shicai was summarizing the history of Jiyun Hall, Huang Wei next to him was already impatiently stepping forward.

"I won’t demonstrate the techniques, Brother Wu, let’s go straight to it," Huang Wei said to Wu.

"Alright," Wu nodded.

Both men stood ready in the arena, the others looking on with anticipation.

Huang Wei was currently the most formidable disciple of Jiyun Hall, often sparring with disciples from other martial arts halls and unbeaten in the past two years.

Previously, Wu had defeated everyone with just one move; surely, he wouldn’t do the same with Huang Wei?

"Yong Chun, Huang Wei."

Huang Wei assumed the Asking Hand posture toward Wu.

Just as Wu was about to salute, a sudden commotion erupted from behind, with someone shouting loudly.

"There’s a challenge!"

Wu heard Wang Xuan’s translation.