215: Chapter 212 Using force to overcome gentleness will not do as you wish!

Just as he dodged, before Wang Hai could follow up, in the next instant, Li Changsheng's power erupted instantly, like a lion shaking its mane, or like an Azure Dragon emerging from the water.

In just a split second, his muscles and bones resonated, his spine popping vertebra by vertebra like the crisp cracking of firecrackers, and his power surged rapidly from his tailbone up to his cervical vertebrae.

With his muscles and bones resonating, his Qi and blood flowed throughout his entire body.

His feet had already moved.

It was as if an invisible gust of wind was swept up by the force of his legs, creating a small vortex like a spring thunderclap on flat ground.

With one stomp and one vibration, he leaped in front of Wang Hai in the blink of an eye.

His long-coiled fists suddenly thrust out together, launching a Cannon Fist that struck with the sound of a warhorse neighing and cannon fire.

Back when he was talking with Master Guo, Li Changsheng had already been building up his momentum.

At that time, it was like gathering cumulonimbus clouds; now, it was a blinding bolt of lightning exploding from within those clouds.

The air was compressed by this punch, emitting a crisp sound.

Wang Hai only felt that the person before him—before he even arrived, the wind and clouds had already reached him, and goosebumps instantly broke out across his back.

"Calculated against the uncalculated! I can't block this!"

In just an instant, Wang Hai reached the conclusion in his mind: to block it would mean death!

On one hand, he was intimidated by this unstoppable Aura; on the other hand, it was as he had said, it was a calculated strike against an uncalculated defense.

However, Wang Hai indeed possessed real skill, and his reaction was rapid; the moment the fist struck, he suddenly sank downward.

His arm and shoulder joint seemed to dislocate suddenly, forcing themselves down by an inch or two.

And this just happened to dodge the fatal blow.

However, at this moment, the Cannon Fist power of Li Changsheng's other hand reached Wang Hai's face, the fierce fist edge feeling like ice shards in a howling cold wind, scraping his cheeks until they stung.

If Li Changsheng's punch hit his face, it was likely that Wang Hai's entire face, and even his entire brain, would be blown apart.

Swish!

Wang Hai's body twisted slightly, his hands darting out from under his ribs like butterflies weaving through flowers.

His body posture was very awkward, like a White Crane leaning backward, his head suddenly pecking forward; with a flash of inspiration, his White Crane Fist just barely managed to block this unstoppable punch.

But Li Changsheng's punch was not so easy to catch; Baji Quan only gets fiercer and heavier the more it is fought.

Block?

How could it be so easy to block?

Wang Hai's fist was directly blasted away by this Cannon Fist, sent flying backward.

Wang Hai had already lost the initiative, and it was a calculated strike against an uncalculated defense; being relentlessly attacked by Li Changsheng, he retreated while taking several punches, but all of them were blasted open by Li Changsheng's fist edge.

The power overflowed, causing Wang Hai to wince, his hands constantly aching and swelling.

His heart was even more shocked; the young man before him, no more than twenty-five years old, appeared gentle and refined, but was actually a true martial arts master.

If he couldn't parry, being beaten to death or crippled was inevitable, and this battle was destined to end with either him or his opponent dead!

But could he really block it? Even using his inner energy to deflect the force, he was still falling short!

Feeling the wide-open Baji Quan of the person before him, Wang Hai's stance changed suddenly; his originally fierce Arhat Fist suddenly shifted, becoming neither purely hard nor purely soft, possessing both form and spirit, becoming light and agile.

Li Changsheng also noticed the change in his opponent's stance.

Wing Chun White Crane Fist?

White Crane Fist, also known as Wing Chun White Crane Fist, was founded by a woman, so it is more soft than hard, emphasizing borrowing momentum to apply force.

It possesses the flexible and ever-changing characteristics of Wing Chun, along with the softness and lightness of the White Crane.

However, as he changed, Li Changsheng also changed.

Bang!

He stomped his foot down fiercely, a vibrating stomp, and immediately followed up with a Horse-style Cannon Fist that slammed heavily into Wang Hai's palms.

Fists and palms met—no, it was more like a cannon and a palm meeting.

The explosive energy was like needles; Wang Hai felt his palms go numb and ache.

Immediately afterward, his palm snapped backward—crack!

Ah...

A heart-wrenching howl was just about to escape, but Li Changsheng turned his fist into a claw, lowered his body, and followed through by pressing, pulling, and dragging with his arm, like a butcher skinning a live pig, ripping through the fat-filled intestines of a hog!

Wanting to overcome hardness with softness? How could I let you have your way?

Rip!

Five bloody wounds quickly appeared on Wang Hai's back, his five fingers tearing through the air, causing even the air to emit a series of wailing sounds.

This Move of Li Changsheng's was a combined force of the secret "shrinking force," "hooking force," and "dropping force" from the Eagle style of Xingyi Fist.

With one hook, one drop, and one shrink, his five claws plowed five deep bloody grooves into his flesh like an iron ox plowing a field.

And this blow left skin and flesh flying, deep enough to see the bone.

Moreover, in this Move, Li Changsheng used inner energy; with the inner energy erupting, under this hook, drop, and shrink, the blood vessels along the path ruptured one after another, turning him directly into a bloody mess!

Wang Hai could be considered a master of Five Ancestors Fist; even against a younger Zhang Youdao in a normal fight, the outcome would have been uncertain.

But in a contest between masters, holding the initiative is too great an advantage; so it is said, one wrong step leads to many wrong steps!

However, Wang Hai was also a ruthless man; despite suffering consecutive injuries, he endured the intense pain, ignoring his image to quickly roll to the side, and using the leaping power of the White Crane, he launched his body up, his hands spreading out like a White Crane Spreading Its Wings.

His legs quickly tapped against the wall, like a gecko crawling on a wall, stepping several times in succession on the wall.

Suddenly, with a low shout, Wang Hai's Qi rose abruptly, using his Qi to blow through his teeth, the sound like thunder, using the sound to boost his momentum and the Qi to promote his strength.

In the next instant, his legs stomped fiercely against the wall for the final time, his body suddenly swooping down toward Li Changsheng, lifting his leg in an aerial flying kick.

This was his desperate Move; having suffered consecutive injuries and lost a large amount of blood, his body felt somewhat floaty, his vision dimming, so he intended to use the momentum for a single strike to decide the outcome.

This kick of his contained the four changes of the Arhat Fist leg techniques: stomping, kicking, snapping, and leaping.

The inner energy erupted even more when he stomped hard on the wall, leaving a hole in the clean white wall, and the speed was naturally extremely swift.

However, he had lost too much blood after all; although the air was kicked to make consecutive explosive sounds, the speed and power were ultimately lacking.

While he was stepping on the wall, Li Changsheng had already leaped onto the sofa.

The moment Wang Hai launched his flying kick, he saw the young man before him with his hands placed one in front of the other under his chin, like a fierce tiger ready to pounce.

The tiger holds its head before pouncing for food.

Bang!

The sofa was kicked backward, and Li Changsheng leaped up at the same time.

Bang!

Wang Hai was stunned; when he looked again, his leg had already been caught mid-air—bang!

Immediately, he felt a sharp pain in his leg bone; it was clearly Li Changsheng's explosive energy like needles.

Piercing pain washed over him as Li Changsheng unleashed a set of Xingyi Fist techniques including seizing, striking, throwing, releasing, and blasting.

With this Move, Li Changsheng almost perfectly performed what was described in the Boxing Manual: "Before striking the person, enter their space; only when hands and feet arrive together is it real."

He loosened his palm, and his two arms dropped.

Wang Hai wanted to block, but already suspended in mid-air, how could he compare to Li Changsheng, who was using the Tiger Pouncing for Food technique?

Crack!

Another crisp sound followed; the arms blocked in front of his chest snapped simultaneously, and Li Changsheng's downward smashing elbow broke the bones as easily as Taekwondo breaking low-quality wooden boards.

Bang!

Wang Hai's solid weight of nearly one hundred and eighty pounds fell to the ground, his eyes wide, his body twitching uncontrollably, and blood mixed with foam continuously spraying from the corners of his mouth.

His chest cavity had been smashed in, and the broken bones of his own arms were forcibly driven into his chest cavity.