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Chapter 169 - 0140 I Subdue the Dragon with My Fist! (Four - s Combined, 13,000 Words)_7

Chapter 169: 0140 I Subdue the Dragon with My Fist! (Four Chapters Combined, 13,000 Words)_7

"See that? You lost to him fairly... Don’t go looking for trouble with Lu Chenzhou anymore, or you’ll bring trouble to the Ye Family of Su City, and you’ll be held accountable!"

Ye Xiao’s talent is such that, with the Ye family’s heritage, he could be discarded at any time.

In today’s era, if a Martial Arts Family lacks virtue, it’s hard for them to get by.

Ye Xiao just stared blankly, silent.

"I understand."

On the stands of Denglong Hall, cheers burst forth like a tide.

"Lu Chenzhou! Lu Chenzhou!"

"Damn, this is the real dark horse!"

"Is Tiger Form that strong?"

"Yong Chun actually lost?"

Elsewhere, Grandmaster Zhou also looked somewhat astonished.

"So that’s how it is, Great Success in Arhat Skill, that’s his reliance. The two’s cultivation differs, but not by much. Lu Chenzhou is not far from Ninth Rank, in terms of endurance, his internal and external training gives him a high margin for error in combat. Lu Chenzhou can take ten fingers from Ye Chen, but Ye Chen can’t take one Tiger Fist from Lu Chenzhou, his defense is too weak."

There’s no helping it, Hard Qi Gong is not cheating, it’s legitimate Martial Arts.

All he could say was, losing to someone who can train both internally and externally, Ye Chen lost fairly. If Lu Chenzhou steps into Ninth Rank, he would be completely overwhelmed.

Entering the finals.

Lu Chenzhou’s popularity soared to number one on the spot, his Copper Buddha Arhat Body drove countless muscle enthusiasts crazy, sparking a surge of Hard Qi Gong fans.

"Damn, that’s what a man looks like."

"If he had taken his shirt off earlier, I would have supported him sooner."

"So handsome! Looks just like an Arhat statue from the temple."

"Just shave his head and it would be perfect."

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Lu Chenzhou went to the rest room.

"Hahaha, the championship is secured."

The master started opening champagne skillfully again.

Two senior sisters gave Lu Chenzhou a shoulder and back massage.

Ji Feiyan said:

"Quick, relax your muscles."

Shi Ruyu asked:

"Junior brother, do you want to apply some ointment? I brought Purple Jade Ointment."

She was worried about Lu Chenzhou getting hurt and had bought a box in advance.

Lu Chenzhou said:

"Okay, I’ll apply some, thank you senior sister."

With his physique, applying ointment during the mid-game break would also quickly relieve some minor injuries, preparing him for the next match.

Baji Fist was too fierce, he wasn’t sure if he could defend against it.

However, after the match ended, he would have to transfer four Great Merits to his senior sister.

It wasn’t a small amount, his senior sister’s ordinary class life was already tight.

He couldn’t comfortably freeload.

After applying the ointment, he took a competition Supplement to regulate his breath and restore his strength.

In the following match, Lin Zirong unsurprisingly defeated the white-browed master, his eyes blazing as he stared at Lu Chenzhou in the resting area, his battle intent rising.

"It’s a pity, I was hoping to have a match with Ye Chen, but this is good too. With my ’Overlord Disarming Fist,’ I’ll shatter his Vajra Body inch by inch!"

The ferocity of Baji Fist was well-known.

After the halftime break, the finals began.

In the spectator seats, it was distinctly divided into two sides.

One side was for Lu Chenzhou and Elephant Form, fans of Hard Qi Gong.

"Lu Chenzhou! Lu Chenzhou!"

"Elephant Form Fist, invincible under heaven!"

"My mighty Tiger Form will surely win the championship!"

The other side was for Lin Zirong and Baji fans.

"The body shakes and strikes the sky down, Shaking Feet shocks Mount Tai! Baji Fist is invincible!"

"Wherever the fist falls, the impact resounds!"

"Show the elegance of Baji Fist, let those Elephant Form dogs see!"

"With Baji Fist, heaven and earth are set!"

The slogans of Baji Fist were indeed impressive.

Beside them, fans of Elephant Form cursed:

"Speaking rhymes doesn’t make you great, we’ll make up our own when we go back."

"Fighting isn’t about sweet talk!"

"Exactly, all flash, no substance."

On the stage, Lin Zirong confidently bowed with clasped hands:

"The body shakes and strikes the sky down, Shaking Feet shocks Mount Tai! Baji Fist’s kicks and punches are too sharp, when I spar with others, out of respect for my opponent, I don’t like to hold back too much... Brother Lu, although you have Hard Qi Gong, it might not be enough to withstand the power. Be careful in what comes next."

Lu Chenzhou smiled and replied:

"Brother Lin, please proceed!"

He positioned himself properly, his tiger-like eyes fixated on his opponent.

Lin Zirong inhaled and exhaled, loud as thunder, roaring like the wind. Baji Fist focuses most on exhaling Qi, using Qi to control vigor, stabilize stance, and strengthen muscles and bones, propelling unity! He lunged forward without any flashy steps, delivering a Straight Punch that could topple Mount Tai, within the confines of an inch, the Dark Force erupted crisply, ringing clear as a dragon’s chant.

Due to the need to exhale Qi, the roar of Baji Fist was extremely terrifying.

In every move, it seemed as if wind and thunder followed, radiating immense aura.

Lu Chenzhou did not clash head-on; he chose to dodge using Swallow Form, needing first to familiarize himself with his opponent’s Baji Fist techniques before finding a corresponding counterattack. This was an underdog fight; he didn’t have the strength to dominate invincibly, only the wits to outsmart.

Moreover, his opponent was Baji Fist!

Lin Zirong quickly followed up, facing Lu Chenzhou’s Swallow Twin Pecks, he braced his elbow outward to block, charging in with a ferocious Splitting Fist aimed directly at his opponent’s face.

Drilling Fist, Pao Fist, Cross Fist, Top Elbow, Slapping Palm, Kua Palm...As the battle commenced, Lu Chenzhou once again found himself at a disadvantage against the godlike Lin Zirong’s approach.

"It’s the familiar beginning again, can Lu Chenzhou turn the tide?"

The commentator’s voice rang out.

The audience also held their breath for Lu Chenzhou.

It seemed this man excelled at playing from behind.

After sixty moves, Lu Chenzhou narrowly escaped being knocked off the platform by Lin Zirong several times, but each time, he managed to turn danger into safety, causing Lin Zirong to grow somewhat annoyed and couldn’t help saying:

"Tiger Form is a fierce Fist Technique, why does Brother Lu always dodge with Swallow Form?"

By this time, Lu Chenzhou had become quite familiar with his opponent’s moves and had thought of a counterstrategy.

He smiled and said:

"Alright, no more dodging, let’s decide the winner within a hundred moves!"