295: Chapter 292: Are you just walking straight into the line of fire?

Although there were some parts he didn't quite understand, Merk, as a member of the management, could grasp the final point.

An excited expression appeared on his face as he nodded with a smile.

"Good! Good! Old Michael, your bonuses for this month will be doubled. Continue the observations. I need more detailed detection data; you'll have to work a bit harder."

After giving a few instructions, Merk walked out of the room with a chuckle, encountering a staff member in the hallway.

"Mr. Merk, those shareholders asked me to inquire about Mr. Li's agency and marketing matters... They seem very concerned about this and need you to provide a response as soon as possible."

"Response? Response my ass!"

Merk sneered and cursed, "I won't be going over there anymore. You go and keep them company. What a joke. They still want Li's agency rights? Do they really think this is an athlete draft or a basketball draft?"

"But... Mr. Merk, their status..."

"What status? They're just dogs speaking for others. Tell them if they want to know why, they can call my BOSS directly."

With that, Merk snorted and walked straight away.

In front of such a valuable research subject, those people were nothing.

Merk knew very well that the real big bosses behind the scenes cared most about genetic technology. On the path of genetic research, these aging, wealthy bosses would never allow any accidents to occur.

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Meanwhile, accompanied by the announcer's shout, Li Changsheng's first defense match officially began.

Nakata Saburo finally uncrossed his arms and gave Li Changsheng a cupped-fist salute, the sign of a life-and-death duel between Martial Masters.

Seeing this, Li Changsheng nodded slightly. He hadn't expected this Japanese Faction contestant to be so well-versed in Chinese culture. Since it was a life-and-death challenge, he naturally wouldn't refuse and responded with the same etiquette.

"Li-san, you are a true martial artist. I hope to see you in your most perfect state. You worked hard in the previous fight; I can wait thirty minutes for you. We will fight after thirty minutes."

Nakata Saburo said solemnly.

"No need. Let's start directly. This is my best state."

Li Changsheng was telling the truth. Although his physical stamina had declined slightly, his state and Aura were definitely at their Peak.

However, Nakata Saburo shook his head upon hearing this.

"Li-san, you don't yet understand what you are facing. You will regret it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he abandoned his previously humble posture and charged forward rapidly with his legs, intending to catch Li Changsheng off guard.

Beneath his slightly lowered, pressing stance, his face was full of ruthlessness.

"Stupid and arrogant Chinese, you will pay a heavy price!"

Coldness filled Nakata Saburo's heart. His speed was extremely fast, a Fusion of the ancient battlefield killing sword Dao represented by the Shimazu Clan swordsmen.

The characteristic of this Ancient Sword Dao was the frantic pursuit of the first strike's cutting effect. It required not only fast legs but also fast sword-drawing speed.

Combined with footwork that pursued extreme speed—Flash Steps and Shuffle Steps—along with the Seven-Character Bow-and-Arrow Step of Chinese Southern Fist, his charging speed was terrifying.

Punching was like drawing a sword; a single punch thrown was like a thrust from the sword Dao.

Fast!

This was Nakata Saburo's ultimate killing Move, and his heart was filled with coldness.

Isn't there a good saying in China?

In the world of martial arts, all is vulnerable, only speed is unbreakable!

But he didn't notice that Li Changsheng's gaze was somewhat strange, even puzzled.

Almost at the moment Nakata Saburo started, Li Changsheng also moved. His front foot shifted, his back foot followed, and he turned, retreated, and pushed off the ground.

His body suddenly expanded in a split second, like a rapidly released bowstring.

Hand, elbow, shoulder—the three sections moved in unison.

However, in the close-up shot, a very coincidental scene appeared.

One second ago, the two seemed to be doing their own separate movements. Nakata Saburo was more purposeful, while Li Changsheng seemed to be doing movements on the spot by himself.

There was no visible attacking or defensive posture, as if he were just stretching his muscles and bones.

But the second before Nakata Saburo's Long Fist, which looked like a sword thrust, touched Li Changsheng...

Li Changsheng's movements suddenly underwent a world-shaking change.

The Move that previously showed no sign of offense or defense suddenly changed. With a forward step, his body sliced sideways into Nakata Saburo's center line.

Then, his twisting waist gave a large-scale rotational shake.

Bang!

His shoulder, like a wall, coincidentally slammed into Nakata Saburo's face.

The scene looked as if Nakata Saburo had run headfirst into a wall, like the rabbit in the story of 'Waiting for the Rabbit' that crashed into a tree stump.

The force depended on how strong Nakata Saburo's charge was. He only felt his body being suspended upward and backward.

Before he could react, with a Millstone Step like a butterfly moving through flowers, Li Changsheng's hands quickly pushed up into a Heart-Striking Elbow.

Hands open the door, feet control the door, body squeezes and leans.

After finishing the Baji Quan set, Nakata Saburo was already flying backward like a broken sack, his head thrown back as he crashed down.

Bang!

A dull sound. The announcer's commentary was still stuck on Nakata Saburo's initial punch, but the battle was already over.

"We see Nakata Saburo throw a Jab from Boxing. It's very fast. Oh my god, his short-distance acceleration even exceeds that of a professional athlete. Too fast..."

The rest of the words got stuck in his throat. Everyone could hear the sound of the announcer swallowing.

However, no one had time for anything else. Silence. A deathly silence again.

After coming to their senses, this time it wasn't noise, but waves of shouts and roars like a mountain tsunami, like die-hard fans cheering wildly for their favorite team's victory.

The announcer also gradually regained his senses and hurriedly shouted: "Too fast! Nakata Saburo was defeated too fast! The challenge is over, KO! Oh my god, another KO!"

"Medical staff, quick!"

Soon, the medical team took the stage again. As they passed Li Changsheng, they all cast resentful looks at him.

Their job was supposed to be easy. Although there were some casualties in a night, how could this Asian guy be on stage so frequently?

The work frequency was maxed out.

After a while, the result came out quickly. Several professional doctors shook their heads directly.

"Dead! Another instant kill! Li! He is Bruce Lee! The magical Chinese Kung Fu! He is a cold-blooded killing machine; I even suspect he's an assassin!"

Along with the announcer's shout, there was an uproar in the audience.

In contrast, the contestants' waiting room was even quieter. At this moment, even the Kyokushin Karate area was silent.

A group of black belt experts muttered, but they couldn't say any harsh words.

"Master Zhang, your prediction was spot on!" Chen Youcai gave a thumbs up.

"It's nothing. This Japanese Faction guy probably isn't very bright; he's too obsessed with speed. I thought the two sides would be in a stalemate for a bit."

Zhang Zhao shook his head. He hadn't expected this Japanese Faction guy to be so straightforward and deliver himself right to him.

When it comes to closing in quickly and an instant kill, Baji Quan has never feared anyone among fist techniques.

His upper, middle, and lower gates were completely smashed. Hands open the door, feet control the door, body squeezes and leans.

"This guy probably saw that Master Li didn't use much close-quarters combat when he was fighting Odoba, so he thought Master Li wasn't good at it."

"But can he compare to Odoba?"

"With Odoba's physique, fighting close-quarters is attacking the opponent's strength with your own weakness."

Zhang Zhao was almost laughing now. The standard distance characteristic of Baji Quan is negative distance: hands control hands, feet press feet, and then the body goes in to collide and knock the opponent down or strike and thrust fiercely at close range.

Only someone with a problem in their head would play like that with Baji Quan.

If Master Li only knew Xingyi Fist, it might be okay. Maybe he wouldn't have been beaten so miserably, and there would be some room to maneuver.

With Baji Quan, this is just throwing your life away.

Running straight into the barrel of someone's gun, and even giving a cupped-fist salute to indicate a life-and-death duel... it would be strange if Master Li didn't fight to the death.