302: Chapter 299 Father Beats Son

"This looks like a Xingyi stance, doesn't it? I don't see any special movements in his legs..."

Chen Youcai stopped talking as he felt Master Zhang's look of disdain.

That expression seemed to say, "If you don't understand, then shut up!"

"Sigh!" Zhang Zhao let out a long sigh, shook his head, and said helplessly, "Master Chen, your Tai Xu Fist's routine system consists of Baji Quan hands, Body Hexagrams, footwork, and body movements. I don't blame you since it lacks leg techniques."

"However, you still need to practice your powers of observation. What is Kung Fu? You have to watch more and learn more! Experience is the biggest key. Great Masters are those who have mastered one or more martial arts while also practicing multiple combat techniques."

"First the fist, then the legs, followed by Grappling and weapons, combining the internal and external. Not to mention these Traditional Martial Arts routines, the old masters of the past were proficient in all eighteen types of weapons as their foundation."

"The one hundred and eight leg techniques, the seven major fist systems, the three internal and three external, Mongolian Wrestling, Jingji Wrestling, and Sanshou."

"The various martial arts combat methods in our country alone are as numerous as the stars, with orderly origins, clear principles, unique styles, and self-contained systems."

"Not to mention the many combat methods from abroad."

"With all these varieties, even a Great Master couldn't learn them all in a lifetime. Mastering a small portion while having a grasp or slight understanding of most can make one a Grandmaster; half makes a Great Master; and a fifth makes one a ranked figure in this world."

"Master Chen, the burden is heavy and the road is long."

As he spoke, Zhang Zhao gave Chen Youcai's shoulder a heavy pat.

A familiar feeling, a familiar scent.

At this moment, Chen Youcai felt a sense of familiarity, a hazy softness as if being caressed, as if his consciousness was involuntarily following the other person.

In short, it sounded very reasonable.

"Master Zhang, then tell me, how will Master Li fight next? And how many martial arts has Master Li learned?"

"Master Li... he is not far from becoming a Great Master."

"His experience is still a bit short, but it's not bad. Among the Three Internal Martial Arts, he probably doesn't know Eight Trigrams Palm, but among the three external families, he should know Baji Quan and Pigua Zhang. I'm not sure about Tongbei School, but seeing his previous flicking and shaking power, it had a bit of Tongbei School's shoulder-reaching and back-extending, striking from a distance."

"I suppose even if he hasn't mastered it, he knows a bit."

"As long as one masters a few of the three internal and external families, the basic weapons, leg techniques, and fist techniques will mostly be covered."

"As for other combat methods, isn't now exactly the time for him to accumulate experience?"

"Master Li's Kung Fu foundation is deep enough; becoming a Great Master in the future is a certainty, and even becoming a Grandmaster is not impossible."

"As for how he will fight?"

Zhang Zhao paused for a moment, then pointed at the screen. "Look, he'll fight like this! When one part strikes, all parts strike; when one part arrives, all parts arrive."

On the screen, Li Changsheng contracted and then released, lunging forward like an arrow, moving like an inchworm.

Every step an inchworm takes involves pressing its waist down, then springing its head and upper body forward to grab onto the tree, then contracting its waist to bring its lower body forward, before pressing down again to spring forward once more.

Similarly, Li Changsheng's movements were not just his legs; his whole body moved in unison, his form like rolling waves, moving like a raging tide.

On the screen, although Park Jeong-gyeong was very confident, he was self-aware enough to remain highly vigilant of Li Changsheng.

Having seen Li Changsheng's terrifying combat power earlier, his initial plan was to focus on probing, dodging, and kiting, with the goal of wearing down Li Changsheng's stamina.

However, he had clearly miscalculated Li Changsheng's closing speed. The knee was the vanguard, a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

With one step—where a normal person's stride is about a meter—a Xingyi step far exceeded that distance, combined with a fierce, solid stomping power and the speed of a 'Ground-Sweeping Wind'.

Baji Quan is not good at chasing or kiting, but Xingyi was originally designed to be a six-sided warrior to handle various complex environments, so it can be used for both short and long distances.

As for kiting and pulling, Xingyi is very well-versed in it.

"Master Zhang, he can catch up like this, but Xingyi's footwork and leg techniques look so low. Are those really leg techniques?"

Indeed, on the screen, after catching up to Park Jeong-gyeong, Li Changsheng launched a kick.

Realizing he couldn't shake him off, Park Jeong-gyeong also kicked out.

"Why can't they be leg techniques?" Zhang Zhao snorted. "The hands are two doors, but it's the feet that strike the person. Isn't that the essence of it?"

"Doesn't Xingyi Fist require the seven fists and fourteen ways of striking?"

"When the whole body arrives together, it's hard to defend against. Whether it's Xingyi or other arts, even Northern Leg, it's never just one hand technique or one leg technique that defeats an opponent. When using the legs, one must achieve 'unison'—fists, feet, and waist moving together. When one part strikes, all parts strike; when one part arrives, all parts arrive."

Just as he finished speaking, on the screen, Li Changsheng had already broken into the center gate.

Both kicked out simultaneously. Park Jeong-gyeong tried to kick Li Changsheng away, but the latter curled his five toes upward and struck first with a short-range kick to the shin.

Snap!

Park Jeong-gyeong's kicking motion stalled, and his extended leg was kicked right back to its original position.

At this time, Li Changsheng just looked at him with a smile, as if saying, 'Go on.'

"Shibal!"

Park Jeong-gyeong quickly threw his body around, his spine twisting to drive his right leg into a sudden, powerful roundhouse kick.

Li Changsheng adjusted his stance with a slight triangular shuffle. In the next instant, while stepping forward with his lead leg toward the side, his rear leg whipped out like a 'Golden Hook Hanging Upside Down'. His ankle acted like a hook, catching the opponent's leg and following its momentum to quickly hook, lead, and pull.

Snap!

Quiet! Silence!

Park Jeong-gyeong looked down at his foot, which had landed back on the ground, and fell into a daze.

Taekwondo is famous for its leg techniques. What do I do if I can't kick? Waiting online, it's quite urgent.

"See that! Lead leg kick, upward hook kick—it's not that Xingyi lacks leg techniques, it's that people don't know how to use them. Look, if I were Park Jeong-gyeong, I'd go buy a block of tofu and bash my head against it. This is pure humiliation!"

Zhang Zhao was beaming with joy as he pointed at the screen, while Chen Youcai was equally stunned.

Looking at the screen, even a layperson could see how massive the gap was, let alone a professional.

A Taekwondo expert had his kicks shut down repeatedly. It would be embarrassing to even talk about it.

What a great humiliation!

Park Jeong-gyeong didn't know what others were thinking, but he was absolutely furious.

Another side kick, only to be knocked back by the opponent's perfectly timed foot once more.

But at that moment, his eyes lit up because one of the opponent's legs was in the air, leaving only a single supporting leg.

"A good opportunity!"

It had to be said that Park Jeong-gyeong's ability to seize opportunities was strong, and his reactions far exceeded normal people; otherwise, he wouldn't be ranked seventh even with foul play.

Almost instantly, he lowered his body and swung his right leg in a rapid rotation, delivering a powerful sweep to the lower body.

This move was a practical Taekwondo technique, which could be followed by a controlling side kick.

Snap!

Suddenly, Park Jeong-gyeong felt a pain in his other leg, and then his body was the first to collapse to the ground.

Thud!

Awkward!

"This... that's not right. He kicked first, so how did Master Li knock him down first?"

Chen Youcai was stunned again. It looked normal to an ordinary person.

But to a professional, it was wrong because Park Jeong-gyeong's kick had a shorter distance and was launched earlier. Logically, Li Changsheng should have been the one knocked down first.

"It's Baji Quan! If you fight someone who knows Baji Quan in the lower gate, they'll beat you so hard your own mother won't recognize you." Zhang Zhao shook his head; this match was truly a complete teaching session.

"Baji Quan exerts force in eight directions; the whole body is eyes, the whole body is hands. When it moves, it changes; when it changes, it transforms; when it transforms, it becomes spiritual. Its wonders are infinite."

"What does 'the whole body is hands' mean? It means their legs and hands are no different at close range."

"Fists and legs—which is faster and more flexible? Do you even need to ask?"