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Chapter 69 - 69 46 Bed Techniques Part 2

69: Chapter 46: Bed Techniques (Part 2) 69: Chapter 46: Bed Techniques (Part 2) Among the numerous secret techniques of the Sun family, there is a martial arts skill that isn’t recorded in words, but rather engraved on stone slabs in the form of drawings.

Please note that it is “entirely” composed of drawings without a single word; in other words, this martial arts skill not only has “moves without mental methods,” but also lacks even a “name.”

Perhaps for the average person, learning such martial arts would be relatively difficult, but for Sun Yixie, who was “illiterate,” it turned out to be the skill he learned the fastest.

It was also the only skill he had completely mastered before leaving Hangzhou, so it was not transcribed onto paper.

Since this martial arts skill itself had no name, Sun Yixie gave it one himself—Xie Boxing.

The name not only incorporated the character “Xie” from his own name but also sounded similar to the name of a martial arts style created by a kung fu master from his previous life’s universe.

Although Huang Donglai had wildly mocked the name when he heard it, Sun Yixie himself was very satisfied with it.

So, what exactly was this “Xie Boxing”?

By now, I believe readers have guessed…

It’s a Soft Skill primarily focused on joint locks and grappling, supplemented by a small amount of Striking Skill.

Therefore, this martial arts technique didn’t require any mental methods for circulating inner strength, and using drawings for recording was much more comprehensible than words.

At this very moment, Guo Cong’s suicidal strategy could be described as playing right into Sun Yixie’s hands; in truth, had he maintained distance and fought with Sun Yixie relying on Brother Sun’s few moves, his true capabilities would have been exposed in just a few exchanges.

But he foolishly chose to engage in ground techniques…

well, sorry, but the Sun family’s secret techniques are simply not something that the mid-tier martial arts of the Qingyuan Zhongyi Sect can match.

Speaking of which, on the stage, Guo Cong assumed a defensive stance, eagerly anticipating Sun Yixie to charge at him and engage in jabbing like he had in the previous round against Li Yuan.

He had already thought it through—endure a few blows first, and once he had figured out the pattern of Sun Yixie’s punches, he would seize an opening and lock Sun Yixie’s joints with a few “capture and control” moves, or simply dislocate them, to quickly determine the victor.

This way of fighting wouldn’t require much energy, nor would it result in too many injuries; most importantly…

it wouldn’t reveal too much of his own strength, which would be beneficial for the subsequent rounds.

Guo Cong…

had such lovely thoughts.

However, reality was, Sun Yixie didn’t take up any striking stance at all.

Instead, he charged like an American football defensive player going for a tackle, grabbing Guo Cong around the waist and surging forward with great force.

It was just Guo Cong—any other person would have been pressed down on the ground by such charging and grabbing, but not him…

His horse stance was as firm as a rooted old tree, with a base as steady as a dyke standing against the sea, and even when Sun Yixie, who was nearly equal in weight, fiercely embraced him, he remained unshakable.

Nonetheless, Guo Cong couldn’t remain wholly unaffected; even though his stance hadn’t crumbled, he was still pushed back several feet, and he necessarily had to lean his upper body’s center of gravity forward a bit to stop his retreat.

At that instant, he definitely couldn’t anticipate that this shift in center of gravity was the beginning of his downfall…

Sun Yixie initially intended to catch his opponent off guard with a clinch and press him to the ground, following with a “Kesa Gatame” hold.

He didn’t expect he couldn’t topple Guo Cong, who stood steadfast like Taishan Mountain, with a clinch.

But immediately afterward, he felt Guo Cong’s shift in center of gravity through body contact.

So, he improvised, changing the push to a pull, seizing Guo Cong’s right arm and leaning backward, leveraging the force of Guo Cong’s forward-leaning upper body to bring his entire weight down on Guo Cong’s arm, dragging them both towards the floor.

At this point, Guo Cong couldn’t react in time.

He stumbled forward and as his knees were about to hit the ground, Sun Yixie lifted his legs and executed a “scissor kick” against Guo Cong’s neck, while firmly gripping his arm.

A moment later, both men were on the ground, and Guo Cong was caught in Brother Sun’s “triangle choke.”

Some might be curious as to why Xie Boxing is full of modern jujutsu techniques.

The reason is simple: among the martial ancestors of the Sun family, there happened to be one whose talent for martial arts was so low that no matter how he trained, he could not make a name for himself with Inner Strength.

Yet, due to various reasons, he did not study literature, so he instead devoted himself entirely to the study of ground techniques that could subdue an opponent without Inner Strength.

Considering human body structure hasn’t changed much over thousands of years, if one is dedicated to research in this area, the techniques developed are naturally quite similar.

Of course, in this world of Wuxia filled with diverse internal and external martial arts, the ancestor who created Xie Boxing ultimately failed to become a top-tier expert.

After all, his few techniques could only take advantage against low-class opponents; when faced with top-tier experts, his moves would be useless when someone broke them with sheer Inner Strength.

Fortunately, the current Guo Cong wasn’t considered a top-tier expert.

His “good Kung Fu” was relative only among the younger generation; if thrown into a real-world fight, he might be hanged up and beaten by those running criminal joints.

For Sun Yixie, this set of Xie Boxing was just right to handle Guo Cong’s level.

“Uh—” Not even ten seconds into the triangle choke, Guo Cong’s face turned from red to purplish from suffocation.

His breathing restricted, joints locked, he had plenty of vigor but couldn’t break free from the localized constriction.

Typically, a person like him who hadn’t undergone targeted training would almost certainly be unable to free themselves from a professional lock technique.

These techniques were designed to allow those weaker and lighter in weight to overcome stronger opponents.

To forcibly break out of a lock using brute strength is akin to an adult man trying to win at tug-of-war against a dog using just the strength of his little finger—not impossible, but very hard.

Seconds passed, and Guo Cong was on the verge of asphyxiation.

At that moment, a thought he had never considered smashed into his mind with an indescribable fear: “Could I possibly lose to Sun Yixie?”

This thought shocked him to the core, and immediately following that, a great rage and indignation brewed a nameless strength within him.

“Ha!” Suddenly, Guo Cong let out a roar, using the last of his strength to twist his body.

He willfully dislocated his own shoulder to painfully break free from Sun Yixie’s hold, then rolled to the side.

“Trying to run?” Who did Sun Yixie take himself for?

Before victory was declared, it didn’t matter if you dislocated your own arm or gouged out your eyes…

As long as he perceived you as a threat, he wouldn’t let his guard down.

And in the blink of an eye, as soon as he was broken free, Sun Yixie leapfrogged in the direction Guo Cong rolled.

Before Guo Cong could get up, Sun Yixie entwined himself again, using one of Guo Cong’s legs as a pivot to restrain him once more.

This time, Brother Sun executed a leg-focused lock technique, ensuring Guo Cong’s breathing remained unaffected, but the pain…

the pain was immense.

Yet Guo Cong was tough, a true practitioner accustomed to bone and muscle injuries.

Now on the stage, should he cry out in pain, wouldn’t it be humiliating?

So, even though Sun Yixie twisted him in agony, he bit down and refused to cry out.

Not only that, but he also summoned his Inner Strength and struck with his still-uninjured arm…

This method of breaking a lock, impossible in modern combat sports as we know, was quite normal in a world where Inner Strength existed.

The next second, Guo Cong’s palm smacked against the sole of Sun Yixie’s foot.

Brother Sun wore protective armor, but his soles were unprotected, and the palm struck precisely Sun Yixie’s Yongquan acupoint.

The burst of Inner Strength numbed Sun Yixie’s leg from his foot to his knee.

Fortunately, Guo Cong couldn’t unleash his full strength due to his posture and pain; otherwise, Sun Yixie might have had to leave the stage with a limp.

“Damn it…

This kid really plays dirty!” Sun Yixie inwardly fumed, thinking, “I was just restraining you to make you yield, but you’re trying to fight for your life?

You’re forcing me to choke you out, huh?”

With that thought, he leaned in to adjust his hold and ruthlessly twisted Guo Cong’s knee as well.

“Ah!” Guo Cong finally couldn’t bear the pain and cried out.

But that wasn’t the end.

As Guo Cong stiffened from the pain, Sun Yixie rolled over to his neck and casually applied a rear naked choke from behind.

“Gentlemen judges!” Once the choke was in place, Sun Yixie immediately shouted, “If you don’t call to stop it now, Mr.

Guo and I might end up hurting our camaraderie!”

His words meant: I can win at any time now, but if I really go through with it, things will get ugly.

It would not only go against the martial examination spirit of “stopping at the touch” and “sparring to exchange skills,” but it could also cause serious harm and enmity; however…

Mr.

Guo here clearly feels aggrieved, so refuses to surrender.

In such a difficult situation, I hope you judges will step in and settle the matter.

Those old rivers and lakes sitting as judges knew Sun Yixie’s intentions—how could they not?

But who should step forward to stop the match was a matter of decorum…

In any other match, it would undoubtedly be Shen Youran’s responsibility to stand up and call a halt, but when Sun Yixie was competing, it wasn’t so proper for him to intervene…

After all, there had always been rumors of collusion between the two, and if Shen Youran stood up now to announce the end of the fight and Sun Yixie’s victory, it could lead to gossip.

What about the other Sect Leaders?

Technically they could speak up, but there was…

a certain risk.

If the Qingyuan Zhongyi Sect took offense, pinning the blame for their elite’s “early exit” on the Sect Leader who halted the match, then antagonizing that sect would be like inviting trouble upon themselves, wouldn’t it?

Fortunately, among the row of veterans observing the match, one was from the Zhongyi Sect and, in terms of seniority, could be considered Guo Cong’s martial uncle.

Hearing Sun Yixie’s call, he pondered for a moment then stood up, announcing loudly, “Cong’er, don’t be stubborn!”

After uttering those words, he changed his tone slightly and addressed Sun Yixie, “Master Sun, I am Lv Shiyan of the Qingyuan Zhongyi Sect, and it’s clear…

Guo Cong has indeed lost.

I hope Master Sun will show mercy.”

When Sun Yixie heard that word “lost,” he relaxed.

He knew that with Lv Shiyan’s statement, nothing Guo Cong did next could change the outcome.

Thus, as soon as those words fell, Sun Yixie immediately let go of Guo Cong and stood up, distancing himself from his opponent.

As for Guo Cong, he laid there motionless, staring blankly at the sky, as if still digesting the fact of his defeat.

At this moment, his right shoulder was dislocated, his left knee was twisted, and there were contusions on his neck and ribs…

Though none of these injuries were irreversible, pain was inevitable.

But compared to his psychological trauma, the physical pain was nothing.

This was Guo Cong’s first defeat at the hands of a peer, moreover by someone he perceived as much weaker than himself, humiliated in full view of an audience; for an 18-year-old in the prime of youth, it was a hurdle not easily overcome.

It was already commendable that he hadn’t cried on the stage.

Several fellow disciples watching from below hurried onto the stage to help Guo Cong up and carry him down; as they left the arena, Guo Cong was dazed and silent.

He wouldn’t concede with a “Well met” to Sun Yixie, nor did Sun Yixie need to respond with a “nicety” anymore.

To put it in modern terms—after this match, neither side hit “GG.”

However, when Sun Yixie jumped down from the arena this time, no one felt he had fought unfairly or dishonorably because he truly won with skill.

To be able to leverage his strengths against the opponent’s weaknesses and achieve a victory was truly no small feat.

Moreover, since he displayed combat techniques in these two rounds that almost no one had seen before, nobody knew the extent of his martial arts skills even after two rounds…