286: Chapter 283 Kung Fu Kills Kung Fu

"How can that be? Master Zhang, Master Li, could you be mistaken?"

If it were only Zhang Zhao saying it, one could argue, but now that even Li Changsheng says his Qi is insufficient, Chen Youcai panicked.

"The facts are as they are. Fists fear the young and strong; don't you understand such a straightforward principle?"

Li Changsheng shook his head and spread his hands helplessly.

"Master Wan is still very impressive; his footwork is incredibly profound and seasoned, and his grasp of space and distance is truly at the level of a Great Master. If he were ten years younger, he could toy with this Odoba to death. But time is what it is. No matter if his strikes are like lightning or his retreats are like fire, if his fists and kicks cannot hurt the opponent, a martial artist's mentality will collapse."

As he spoke, Li Changsheng closed his eyes, unable to bear watching what would happen next on the screen.

For those who practice martial arts, confidence—that is, the heart of the Dao—if even a hint of doubt appears, even the smallest suspicion, it will lead to extremely terrible consequences.

Moreover, Wan Qianhe is an immensely proud Martial Master, trained by a prestigious school, and he has won countless duels with lightning speed; this is his strength, but also his weakness.

He has forged an incredibly sharp and hard sword, but a sword that is too rigid is easily broken!

Unfortunately, this Odoba has also practiced Hard Qigong, and his ability to deflect force is extraordinary.

Wan Qianhe's dark energy can penetrate a little, but he simply cannot overpower a physique as burly as Odoba's.

He cannot hurt him with external strikes, nor can he break through with internal ones.

Furthermore, Wan Qianhe has a fatal flaw: most of his Kung Fu is external.

Looking closely, one can see that Wan Qianhe's Kung Fu is all hard-hitting, fierce, and powerful, with a resounding impact. What is called 'fist landing, form established'—this is external style, having form and power.

It completely lacks the feeling of Internal Martial Arts, that sense of 'still as a rising sea, moving like a flying mountain,' the feeling of formless power.

Added to this is the fact that Wan Qianhe has been dueling for years, and his body has long since accumulated many hidden injuries. It is already difficult enough that he can still fight at his age; wanting to be as strong as he was in his youth is simply impossible.

"Master Wan is going to lose. When the heart is chaotic, the intent is chaotic; when the intent is chaotic, the fists are chaotic. If Master Wan admits defeat now, he can still save some Face." Zhang Zhao sighed softly as he watched the screen.

With his discernment, he could see that Master Wan's leg techniques were already showing signs of disorder—a result of being too hasty. If this continued, not only would he expose his weaknesses, but it would also be bad for his Face.

This is why in past sparring matches, many people, upon realizing they couldn't win, would stop in time. Even admitting defeat voluntarily is better than being beaten and forced to concede in a sorry state.

Moreover, this tournament concerns life and death.

"Master Wan, this guy is likely..." Chen Youcai also noticed some clues at this point, but thinking of Wan Qianhe's personality, he opened his mouth but hesitated.

"That's right, Master Wan is very proud. When sparring with me, that's a Senior guiding a Junior, but fighting a foreigner, I'm afraid..."

Li Changsheng also thought of this and quickly opened his eyes to look at the screen.

At this moment, Wan Qianhe's decline on the screen was becoming increasingly obvious. His kicks were still like a storm, but any expert could see that his legs were clearly weaker than before.

Weak power, chaotic form, scattered spirit!

Seeing this, and looking at Odoba, who was still tightly guarding his vital areas, Li Changsheng narrowed his eyes and hurriedly said, "Master Chen, can we concede defeat on behalf of Master Wan?"

Li Changsheng's tone was somewhat urgent, because he felt that the beast was about to bare its fangs.

"This... it's not impossible, but it requires all participants from our entire Chinese martial arts circle to collectively choose to surrender." Chen Youcai pointed to the tablet in his hand.

"Since it's possible, then do it! You initiate the surrender, and I'll go tell everyone to help out. Hurry!" Li Changsheng gave the order and prepared to shout for the Martial Masters to take action.

However, the next moment, the situation on the screen took a sudden turn.

Odoba, who had been curled up in a ball, forced into a corner of the octagon, and protecting his vital areas, suddenly opened his eyes through the gaps in his fingers, leaped up, and spread his arms wide.

At this moment, his 2.3-meter arm span was fully displayed, as if he were wrapping Wan Qianhe in an all-encompassing embrace with no blind spots.

Anyone who has watched Boxing matches knows that arm span provides a huge advantage in combat.

This means you have a longer range; this range represents your safe distance, and it also represents the opponent's danger zone.

The longer the arm span, the more cautious the opponent needs to be, and the more constrained they become.

Once an attack is launched, if the arm span is long enough, it's like a pair of pliers that can easily clamp onto any opponent, possessing unparalleled lethality.

The reason Wan Qianhe appeared to be short of breath in just a few minutes was precisely because he was wary of Odoba's arm span.

He had to constantly control the distance; every time he struck, he had to retreat to defend. It was like jumping; high-frequency striking is extremely draining on stamina for anyone.

Meanwhile, Wan Qianhe reacted quickly. Sensing something was wrong, he immediately stood on his toes to retreat, but he was still grabbed by the ankle of his right leg by Odoba, who was like a lion hunting its prey.

Crack! A crisp sound of bone breaking was transmitted clearly to everyone's ears through the close-up camera.

Wan Qianhe did not make a sound, yet he was already a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

As the pouncing Odoba's body descended, he quickly clasped his hands together, aimed his elbows downward, and using the weight of his entire body, he fell like a thousand-pound boulder.

Boom! Crack! A dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground and the sound of the leg bone completely shattering rang out.

As Odoba stood up again, the screen showed Wan Qianhe's right leg bent in the opposite direction.

His leg was ruined.

The intense pain made Wan Qianhe's Face twitch, but he still didn't scream. His eyes just turned red, and he stared fixedly at his leg.

The physical pain was nothing; the psychological pain was far more intense.

However, what no one expected was that Odoba did not continue to press his advantage; instead, he stood up, turned around, and walked to a corner of the octagon.

He did not kill Wan Qianhe. But when he turned around again, he said in fluent Chinese with a mocking expression, "Master Wan, you have an old saying: 'Use the barbarians to control the barbarians.' Now I will give you a sentence: 'Use Kung Fu to defeat Kung Fu.' I won't kill you. You are a true master, so letting you live like this is more interesting than killing you, isn't it?"

At this moment, blood rushed to Wan Qianhe's head, his head tilted to the side, and he passed out completely.

When Wan Qianhe was carried to the lounge on a stretcher by medical staff, all the Martial Masters fell silent. Their eyes were red, and their fists were clenched, making cracking sounds.

Anger! Unparalleled anger!

Everyone knew exactly what Odoba's background was.

His Hard Qigong came from Shaolin, and it was also their Chinese Kung Fu.

However, at this moment, the opponent used this technique, combined with a resistance to blows comparable to that of a top super-heavyweight Boxer.

He directly achieved the ability to ignore the lethality of Wan Qianhe's legs and dark energy.

It really was a perfect interpretation: using Kung Fu to deal with Kung Fu.