263: Chapter 260 Three Moves to Decide the Outcome (Part 1)

Just as a black belt expert shouted, everyone saw a white sandbag fly straight out in the next moment.

It flew four or five meters away, knocking down several black belt experts behind it before finally stopping.

The person who took the direct hit fainted instantly, while the others clutched their faces and chests, gasping for air incessantly.

Looking back at Li Changsheng, he had already assumed a leg-retracting posture at some point, standing on one leg like a Golden Rooster Standing on One Leg. His leg flicked in mid-air before he slowly pulled it back.

“Good! Hands like meteors, eyes like lightning, body like a swimming dragon, and legs like arrows! Excellent! Master Li's leg techniques are not bad at all!!”

Master Wan laughed heartily, effectively sealing the coffin on the Japanese Faction's already humiliated behavior.

The onlookers here weren't just Chinese Martial Masters; martial artists from other countries had been drawn in from afar. Seeing this scene, some were astonished, some gloated, and others were filled with suspicion.

In their eyes, the overall evaluation of Chinese martial artists here wasn't high, but they also knew there were formidable characters among them.

Among them, Master Wan was the most prominent, while the reputations of the remaining Master Chen and Master Huo were relatively obscure.

Seeing Yamamoto Gojuro, the strongest in the Karate zone, and his colleagues beaten so miserably by a Chinese newcomer, everyone secretly made a note of this individual.

Now, let alone the other Karate black belts, even Yamamoto Gojuro didn't dare say another word. They supported each other and slunk away in disgrace.

If this were the old days, these few would have been ready for burial.

With them gone, the area once again became a gathering place for Chinese Martial Masters. Everyone spontaneously formed a large circle, focusing their gazes on the two people in the center.

“Master Wan, how shall we compete?”

Li Changsheng cupped his hands and asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Wan Qianhe shook his head with a wry smile. “Fists, legs, and weapons are all fine, but your hidden weapon technique is far too cheap. You can't use hidden weapons; I'm afraid I might fall into your trap if I'm not careful.”

Indeed, after seeing Li Changsheng's previous performance, how could Wan Qianhe dare to engage in unrestricted combat with him? That would be like an old man hanging himself—tired of living.

In fact, the rules of past duels also forbade hidden weapons. Li Changsheng naturally wouldn't use such methods against Wan Qianhe; they were meeting through martial arts as friends, not teaching outsiders a lesson.

“How about this: we won't do Push Hands. We'll each perform three Moves. You go first, then me, then you again.

In these three Moves, we won't strike vital points or use killing Moves. We'll meet through martial arts; as long as we don't poke or stab at vitals, weapons or fists are both fine.

The older generation fought too fiercely, which led to the decline of the martial arts world today. Moreover, we aren't in our home country now; we can't let the foreigners fully study the exquisite things left by our ancestors.”

Wan Qianhe said with a smile.

Hearing this, Li Changsheng was somewhat surprised and couldn't help but ask suspiciously, “Does that mean... Master Wan previously...”

Wan Qianhe nodded with a smile.

“I can control myself, but I don't constrain others. Master Li, I'm telling you this because I see you are an expert. If you agree, then we are friends; if you don't, and you dare to step onto the arena later, I will dare to kill you.”

Although this sounded like a threat, Li Changsheng laughed.

“Master Wan, then let's do as you say. If the foreigners want to study it, let them. Kung Fu is dead, but people are alive. If the wrong person uses it, they won't see the full picture of the Kung Fu!”

Li Changsheng hadn't expected that Wan Qianhe had been holding back all this time despite being here for so long.

Put it this way: if large organizations were willing to put in the effort to study the routines and Moves of Kung Fu, they could always find some clues.

And while Chinese Kung Fu had a certain mysterious aura abroad, with the Tech Company spending so much effort and making such a grand gesture, they could definitely acquire the vast majority of martial arts routines and techniques.

However, while the logic was understood, Chinese Kung Fu is broad and profound. As the saying goes: without Qi there is no merit, without merit there is no fist; practice diligently day and night, internal and external are closely linked.

You might understand the Moves, but the intricacies within require constant study. Those who can truly comprehend the Qi, merit, and fist in martial arts, and connect the internal and external, are few and far between.

Wan Qianhe was one such person present; however, he also came from a prestigious lineage and had his own principles.

As the saying goes, the law is not passed to six ears, and the Dao is not passed to the unworthy.

Even the first batch of martial arts masters who came to the US to open dojos followed this principle: the real stuff is never passed to foreigners.

As for today, although various sects have loosened up, they mostly focus on teaching routines; the core secrets are still not easily shared.

For instance, Shaolin, which loves to promote Traditional Martial Arts, is deeply loved by foreigners all over the world.

Not only in schools but also in some armies, one can occasionally see the figures of Shaolin disciples, and Shaolin has even set up specialized international business operations.

But the true Kung Fu is still held tightly; even if they teach, they only teach the surface level.

Odoba should be an exception. Li Changsheng didn't know if some traitor had taught him, or if he had become a talent through studying basic routines and self-research.

But generally speaking, the strength of Kung Fu depends very little on the routines; it depends on the person.

Different people use Kung Fu differently, each with their own style and varying depths of realization.

Take the ten great martial arts masters of the Republican era, for example. They all studied Southern Fist, Northern Leg, and weapons, but why were only those ten the most famous?

Like Huo Qingyun, who was a Baji Grandmaster. Master Li Shuwen was also a Baji Grandmaster.

But why was the former famous for his fist techniques, while the latter was famous for his spear techniques?

This is because each person's style, inclination, and focus are different.

Similarly, if one's Kung Fu isn't up to par, what they practice is just a flowery show. Li Changsheng had been watching for a while now.

He was almost certain that among the Chinese Martial Masters here, ninety-nine percent had only practiced the surface level. To see if Kung Fu is deep, one looks at the power, the frame, and the spirit.

Fist without fist, art without art; no fist and no art is the true art. This group of people was completely unrelated to such concepts.

According to the three Realms of Buddhism, they were merely stuck at the stage of seeing mountains as mountains and water as water.

“Master Li, please, you go first!”

Seeing Li Changsheng readily agree, Wan Qianhe also laughed loudly.

“Then be careful, Master Wan!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the muscles in Li Changsheng's thighs and calves bulged and contracted. His figure rose rapidly like a dragon drawing water. With a stomp and a vibration, he was in front of Wan Qianhe, his fist power like a collapsing mountain, thrusting towards Wan Qianhe's lower abdomen.

He smashed out a Move of Xingyi Five Elements.

The punching distance was short and the power fierce, yet it was silent. Even the sound of breaking air was almost non-existent, but the speed was extreme. In an instant, the fist's edge had already landed on Wan Qianhe's outer robe.

Li Changsheng's mastery of power, combined with the opening and closing of his pores, had long since allowed him to control it freely. His fist techniques were both overt and covert; though this punch didn't directly discharge Hidden Power, it possessed the characteristics of Hidden Power, a style of fighting with extremely low consumption.

If one's Kung Fu hasn't reached a level close to perfection, it is impossible to reach the stage where punches and kicks are silent.

Moving from sound to silence is a high-level manifestation of Hidden Power, divided into intentional and unintentional.