290: Chapter 287 Breaking Your Perfected Body (Part 2)

In an instant, it felt as if an invisible gust of wind had whipped up.

Such might, such Aura.

For a moment, the audience watching through the big screen didn't quite understand, but they felt a sense of awe without knowing why. They just felt that at this moment, the Aura and gaze of this Chinese Kung Fu competitor on the field had undergone an inexplicable change.

Zhang Zhao, watching the footage, couldn't help but close his eyes, recalling the scenes of his confrontation with Li Changsheng that day.

His heart was filled with immense shock.

"So Brother Li wasn't lying. It really was just a sparring session. With this kind of Aura, if it had been a life-or-death battle that day, I fear I wouldn't have lasted three Moves... I would have died!

It was no lie, it was truly no lie!

He has truly reached the fullness of Hidden Energy and is beginning to explore Transformed Energy. Just one more step, and he will reach the realm described by those Grandmasters as being like the Void Realm, formless and imageless, boundless and limitless, merging into one with all things in heaven and earth!"

At this moment, Zhang Zhao felt a complex mix of emotions, and he looked at the screen again with an especially complicated gaze.

"Huh!"

At this moment, in the spectator stands, Brother Jie suddenly let out a soft exclamation, which caught the attention of those around him.

"Brother Jie, what's wrong?"

"Did you spot something? Is there something special about this Li?"

Brother Hong and Brother Long asked curiously. They could be considered to have some discernment, but that was as far as it went; they could only tell that Li on the stage seemed to have changed. As for anything deeper, they were unable to grasp it.

At this moment, Brother Jie's heart was already churning with stormy waves. Seeing two experts like Wan Qianhe and Li Changsheng in succession made him wonder if this was the era from the old days when Grandmasters appeared in droves.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the spectacle, while experts watch the technique.

"I can't see it very clearly yet, but this person gives me a feeling that is even more formidable than Master Wan from before!"

"Ah? No way? Even more formidable than Wan?" Hearing this, Stallone, who was on the side, was also somewhat stunned.

Although Wan Qianhe had lost that match just now, his earlier performance, even to an outsider like him, was clearly that of an expert—a bona fide super expert.

If they weren't in different weight classes and if he weren't so old, the outcome might have been different.

Brother Jie glanced at his friend Stallone, not minding the other's ignorance, and sighed to himself: "The tips Move first, followed by the middle, urged by the root. The Aura of the three sections is condensed to the peak, the eyes follow the body and hands in a unified spirit, the Origin Qi must be in the ape arms, bear shoulders, and Dragon-Tiger body. I have never seen an expert with such Perfection in power accumulation. Although I haven't seen him truly strike yet, his gaze is even more terrifying than Elder Yu's!"

Stallone was still quite confused by Brother Jie's words, but Brother Long and Brother Hong on the side were shocked by what they heard.

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The warm-up and power-accumulation posture displayed by Li Changsheng's shake almost instantly revealed his solid foundation without a doubt. Even Odoba, at this moment, restrained his playful smile, and his expression gradually became serious.

It wasn't that he lacked discernment; he knew Xinyiba and had even achieved Major Achievement in Shaolin Hard Qigong, so how could he not understand the principles within the martial arts?

Li Changsheng did not pause in the slightest. The moment his Aura condensed to its peak, his whole body was like a curled-up cat, and he shot out like a cannonball.

Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, carrying a majestic Aura, his legs flew forward rapidly, seemingly forming a Dragon water-suction effect, with gusts of wind taking shape around his feet.

Stamping and stepping forward violently once more, in an instant, he closed in to within one meter of Odoba.

During the rapid charge, his waist suddenly arched backward. Utilizing the inertia of the forward rush, his spine arched back like a recurve bow, and in the next instant, both fists blasted out simultaneously.

A Xingyi Horse Move; his fists blasted out suddenly like rotating cannonballs. The bow was like a thunderbolt, the string startled, the sound like a clap of thunder, moving like iron cavalry charging into battle.

If Li Changsheng's earlier lion-like shake was the iron cavalry blowing horns to assemble and build momentum, then this Horse Move cannon punch was like that cavalry charging with galloping hooves, rumbling like a torrent twisted into one, crushing everything in its path.

It was as if bursts of muffled thunder were exploding in the air, as if the air itself was about to be blasted through by this punch.

Odoba suddenly sensed the wind coming at him. The fist had not arrived, but the wind moved first. That biting, cold wind instantly made him break out in goosebumps.

Something was wrong!

It was getting more and more wrong!

Previously, although he Cultivated Chinese Kung Fu and marveled at its miraculous nature, deep down, he held a deep disdain for it.

In his view, his powerful Kung Fu only served as the icing on the cake; the only thing that made him powerful from start to finish was his innate physique.

Back when he left the martial arts school, he had challenged the warrior monks there, defeating over a dozen of them in succession without a single loss.

Afterwards, he had frequently dueled with Chinese martial artists, and similarly, most fights were resolved within three punches.

In the end, he believed he had unveiled that mysterious veil of Kung Fu.

In the face of absolute strength and defense, Kung Fu was nothing more than a child's game, just a toy for Chinese martial artists to entertain themselves mentally.

However, at this moment, the instant Li Changsheng threw his punch, as his fists hurtled toward him, it gave him an illusion: that he had never truly understood Kung Fu from the very beginning.

What he had uncovered in the past was merely the tip of the iceberg beneath that mysterious veil.

At this moment, he dared not be the slightest bit careless. His entire body's Qi swelled, and he prepared to intercept this strike in advance with Boxing jabs.

Bang!

Odoba and Li Changsheng's fists collided fully. The sound of the collision was like a muffled clap of thunder, the air trembling. Through the close-up camera, everyone felt as if they were hearing rolling thunder.

Odoba's fists retracted immediately upon contact. As he pulled back, he gave a quick flick; this was a small technique to dissipate force. At the same time, with this strike, his fists were blasted open by Li Changsheng's Horse Move double cannons.

Pain! A needle-pricking pain!

On the surface of his knuckle skin, there were dense, tiny red dots as if pricked by needles.

Through these tiny red dots, a spiral-like pain was drilling inward.

He was shocked. It wasn't that he hadn't felt this kind of force on Wan Qianhe before, but that had only flashed by for an instant, quickly dissipated by his Hard Qigong and robust physique.

But at this moment, this force lingered for a long time. Crucially, in terms of absolute external force, he was slightly inferior to his opponent.

Impossible!

A powerful physique is the strongest!

Technique! These Kung Fu techniques are all flashy, useless things!

Odoba roared in his heart; he could not allow the things he stood for to be questioned.

Although his fists were blasted back, his entire body did not pause in the slightest. Instead, he quickly swung his waist, twisted his body to the side, and his whole person was like a spinning top. His right fist, like a large pendulum, was aimed directly at Li Changsheng's chin, intending to throw a heavy uppercut.

In his mind, the only useful thing about Kung Fu for him was Hard Qigong; as for the rest, it was not as good as the simplest and most direct Boxing Moves. The simpler it was, the better he could leverage his strength and physical advantages. He wanted to destroy his opponent like a beast!