264: Chapter 261 Three Moves to Decide the Outcome (Part 2)

Since it could only be one Move, Li Changsheng didn't hesitate; he opened with the Crushing Fist form he had practiced for two and a half years.

The Crushing Fist is like an arrow leaving a bow, its trigger comes entirely from the back foot's push; it gathers the kidney water to nourish the liver wood, and with relaxed shoulders and dropped elbows, the Qi naturally settles.

"Well come!"

Seeing this, Wan Qianhe gave a loud shout but didn't strike back. Since the rule was "you attack, I defend," it was all about the skill of neutralizing the force.

Wan Qianhe's footwork was highly disciplined, advancing and retreating with precision. He quickly took a half-step back, his sole tracing a 180-degree arc on the ground. Then, his body twisted rapidly, driving his thigh like a lashing whip.

It was none other than the Rear Lift Kick from the Mandarin Duck Leg technique. His supporting leg's toes gripped the ground, his intent fierce, and his power penetrating.

Its power was characterized by rapid and accurate transitions, with forceful waist rotations and leg swings that stirred the air with the wind of his kicks.

Bang!

Fist and leg collided, instantly separating upon contact.

Struck by that rapid Rear Lift Kick, Li Changsheng's fist momentum suddenly jerked upward. Seeing this, a slight smile touched the corner of Wan Qianhe's mouth; he had essentially neutralized the Move.

Yet in the next instant, Li Changsheng's body suddenly contracted into the "bound" state of bind-and-expand. As his leg pushed off, his waist elongated, and he lunged forward with his whole body, rotating on a horizontal axis with an added shake.

His body was like a bow, and his waist was the bowstring.

At that moment, the shaking force of the waist and the pushing force of the legs synchronized perfectly. Then, his shoulder lunged forward like a swung sledgehammer, slamming into the "large nail" of his arm, driving it straight forward with explosive speed.

The layers of force stacked upon each other. Cleverly, the transition of this punch completely utilized the momentum from Wan Qianhe's Rear Lift Kick, making it even more hidden and rapid.

The moment he punched, Li Changsheng had already dropped his elbow, his forearm rotating slightly inward with the palm facing in, imbuing the strike with a spiral force.

The tip of his fist momentarily became like a drill bit. If it hit, the force would surely penetrate through the body; this was the "Phoenix Nods Its Head" from the fist manuals.

His steps followed immediately, wading out in a single stride that carried the explosive spring-like force of his whole body. It was a subtle forward leap, like a released spring—short distance, but incredibly fast.

Containing the forces of twisting, binding, pouncing, and surging waves, the Flying Dragon Crouching on Ground was executed in one smooth motion.

Seeing this, Wan Qianhe had no time to think and disregarded his image. He quickly rolled backward, braced the ground with one hand, and used a Carp Skip force, his arms exerting power together in a sudden shake and leap.

This youngster has no martial ethics! Is it really necessary to mix so many different forces in one go against an old man?

Wan Qianhe was truly putting his old waist on the line now.

His waist was like a horizontal bow drawn to its limit. Using the momentum from the Carp Skip, he catapulted outward, swinging his thigh in a sudden flash of inspiration, adapting to the situation to execute a Tiger Tail Kick from the Arhat Divine Strike.

Normally, the Tiger Tail Kick is a technique used while standing upright, but for a master, a technique is just a method; adapting to the situation is the true way.

As one foot kicked out, the other followed immediately. His legs were like a rapid-fire cannon, exploding with fierce power. They struck together, focusing their force in a multi-faceted integration of several kicking techniques.

The power from his legs and waist was like the Bending the Bow to Shoot the Tiger Double Wind Cannons, its momentum unstoppable.

Striking like this placed an immense burden on the entire spine. With the slightest mistake or insufficient core strength, one could easily injure the spine and end up paralyzed.

However, Wan Qianhe had clearly tempered his body well. Even though he was nearing middle age, his breath was long and enduring.

Bang, bang, bang!

Li Changsheng's Phoenix Nods Its Head collided repeatedly with the Bending the Bow to Shoot the Tiger Double Wind Cannons.

Both men utilized Hidden Jin, releasing it subtly and holding it back, neutralizing each other's force.

Even so, as fist and feet repeatedly clashed, he felt a faint pain in the tops of his feet, as if a force like a screw was constantly drilling into them.

At this moment, Li Changsheng felt his thigh muscles and ligaments throbbing with pain. A vibrating force surged through his bones and muscles, spreading throughout his entire body.

For a moment, his heart raced, and his blood surged.

From the outside, it looked like Wan Qianhe needed several consecutive kicks just to cancel out Li Changsheng's single punch; the difference in skill was immediately apparent.

Only after the punch was finished did Li Changsheng pull back his fist and stand still, slowly calming the Qi within his body.

Wan Qianhe also nimbly performed a Carp Skip to stand up from the ground. His posture was very steady, but his right leg was slightly elevated and rotating, as if he were loosening his joints.

"Master Wan has great skill. Combining the Mandarin Duck and Arhat Divine Strike leg techniques so seamlessly—I am impressed!"

Li Changsheng cupped his hands and spoke with sincere admiration.

He was indeed somewhat moved; if it hadn't been him attacking and Wan Qianhe defending...

Given the flexibility of the other's legs and his decisive, adaptive reactions, once he started kicking, it would be an airtight barrage of consecutive kicks that would leave his opponent breathless.

Hearing this, Wan Qianhe forced a smile, though he was somewhat speechless inwardly.

"Master Li is the truly formidable one. You've mastered the arrow-like Crushing Fist of the Xingyi Five Elements to its core. That 'nail' of yours has practically driven itself deep into my leg."

Wan Qianhe cupped his hands helplessly, his gaze unconsciously drifting to Li Changsheng's waist and legs.

As the saying goes, whether a Crushing Fist is powerful or not depends entirely on the waist and legs.

Especially the waist; for the Crushing Fist, the legs are the igniter, but the waist is the engine.

"This kid's punch is so powerful; is his waist made of iron?"

Old Master Wan felt like he couldn't take much more. This youngster was as vigorous as a dragon or tiger, with a waist like a pile driver—it was hard to withstand.

Executing those ground-braced consecutive kicks just now still had his old waist aching faintly. In contrast, the youngster before him had a ruddy, glowing complexion, as if he were saying, "Old Wan, it's your turn."

Monster!

Old Wan spat inwardly, but by then, Li Changsheng had already taken a stance, clearly waiting for him to make a Move.

For some reason, seeing this stance and the faint look of anticipation in the other's eyes...

Old Wan seemed to hear a domineering and unquestionable phrase.

Come, Move on your own!

"Master Wan, please!"

"Fine!"

Hearing this, a stubborn refusal to admit his age welled up in Wan Qianhe's heart.

Even if I ruin this old waist today, I'm going to beat you into submission.

Suddenly, his foot moved, his body flashed, and he leaped, a kick whistling through the air as it aimed fiercely at Li Changsheng's face.

Li Changsheng's hand shot out quickly, seemingly without any effort, and instantly braced against Wan Qianhe's ankle.

Wan Qianhe's kick was extremely fast, but Li Changsheng's Move was even faster.

Wan Qianhe's fierce kick felt as if it had struck a sponge, with no point of impact. Yet Li Changsheng didn't fall for any tricks; his palm simply held the ankle firmly, and with a sudden pull, his palm channeled a spiral force.

Wan Qianhe felt his balance falter slightly, but he didn't care. He went with the momentum, turning his body sideways and kicking out fiercely at Li Changsheng in rapid succession, his legs crossing as he delivered eight side kicks in a row.