303: Chapter 300: With one lean, no one can stop him.

"Hiss, is he that fierce?" Chen Youcai hadn't even seen clearly how Li Changsheng threw that kick just now.

"You know that Brother Dragon who was known as a Kung Fu Great Master, right?" Zhang Zhao suddenly said.

"Yeah." Chen Youcai nodded; he knew the other man wasn't talking about the one who was still alive.

"His leg techniques were fast enough, right? His fist techniques were fast enough, right? He called it Jeet Kune Do, which means the way of the intercepting fist, or the method of intercepting an opponent's incoming punch."

"In Baji Quan leg techniques, the focus is on springing, rubbing, sweeping, hanging, collapsing, kicking, biting, fanning, intercepting, and treading."

"The 'intercepting' part follows a similar principle."

"Furthermore, the leg work in Jeet Kune Do focuses more on interception, whereas Baji Quan's leg techniques emphasize seizing every opening, drilling in wherever there's a gap, not blocking or parrying, but striking as soon as a move is seen."

"Once you reach the point of not being confined to fixed moves, that close-quarters leg work—especially when attacking low—can leave you unable to move and feeling miserable."

"Everywhere is intercepted, everywhere is being sprung, being kicked; with the slightest carelessness, you'll be taken to the ground quickly."

"Jingji Jiao—some of the famous masters from the late Qing dynasty were all originally from Baji Quan! Fast wrestling—what does 'fast' mean? How can you trip someone if your legs aren't fast?"

"This... Master Zhang, you always manage to convince me!"

Chen Youcai was truly impressed.

In the footage, Park Jeong-gyeong had already stood up once again.

To be fair, one could say this man was confident, or perhaps overinflated and calculating.

But his perseverance was commendable.

Upon standing, he regrouped and launched another attack. The moment he rose, he closed in rapidly, one hand slamming onto Li Changsheng's shoulder while the other gripped his arm.

"Arrogant fellow!"

Seeing the opponent allowing him to execute his move without even moving his hands, Park Jeong-gyeong sneered inwardly.

He lunged one leg behind Li Changsheng, intending to perform a push-and-trip throw.

Reaching this stage and seeing that the opponent still hadn't budged, Park Jeong-gyeong was overjoyed and continued to sneer in his heart.

At this moment, as long as he gave a slight push forward, the opponent's center of gravity would immediately become unstable. Falling was inevitable, and he could then immediately follow up with a knee strike to defeat the enemy in one blow.

Hmm?

He saw Li Changsheng's whole body contract and shake; between a breath and a tremor, power was exerted from the legs and issued from the spine.

In an instant, Park Jeong-gyeong felt as if an electric current had surged through the hands gripping the opponent. Then he felt the opponent's hand rise slightly—pah—pressing against his chest and lightly pulling him forward.

The strike was like a snake striking, and the impact was like a thunderclap shaking the earth.

In the next instant, Park Jeong-gyeong felt the world spinning. A vibrating force transmitted from the opponent's palm instantly dissipated most of the strength in his waist and spine. His legs buckled, and his entire body flipped backward.

A genuine flip; his legs and his entire being were lifted by Li Changsheng's single hand and slammed backward.

Bang!

His whole body was like a windmill swung in a full circle, rapidly tumbling backward in mid-air before his back slammed heavily onto the ground. Park Jeong-gyeong's eyes were filled with confusion.

What happened?

He didn't understand. His teacher hadn't taught him wrong back then; the push-and-trip throw he used was flawless, reaching a point where the opponent should have been powerless to resist.

How could this be?

"Beautiful! What a great display of Springing Power. This power is likely no different from the descriptions in the Fist Classic."

"The power of the hands and feet in expansion and contraction must be equal. If fifty pounds of force are struck out, fifty pounds must be retracted; otherwise, the power is uneven."

Zhang Zhao couldn't help but slap his thigh. To an expert, whether it was the previous fight with Odoba or Nakata Saburo, neither was as interesting as this move.

It wasn't that this strike had massive power, but rather that it was extremely subtle—issued and retracted instantly, striking like a bolt of lightning.

"Is that Xingyi Springing Power? Was it because Master Li exerted force from both feet just now, with his spine rolling like waves to rapidly guide his shoulders and arms?"

Having listened to Zhang Zhao so much, Chen Youcai was gradually developing a bit of an eye for it.

"Correct! Responding to an enemy with power is like an arrow leaving a bowstring; the impact on the body is like a dragonfly touching the water—it stops as soon as it lands."

Zhang Zhao nodded with satisfaction, feeling a sense of accomplishment like seeing a son finally grow a brain.

"Using Springing Power in fixed routines is nothing. Advanced Springing Power can be issued from anywhere. However, the point of origin is always the same."

"It all starts from under the feet. If power doesn't originate from the root, it's like water without a source. Without the recoil from pushing off the ground, there would be no driving force passing through every joint, nor would there be a powerful unified force."

"With Master Li's move, the force is perfectly channeled. Furthermore, there is Impact Point Power that concentrates the entire body's strength into a single point of contact. It's not just the whole body shaking without a target."

As he spoke, Zhang Zhao's face remained full of excitement, his gaze fixed on the screen like a seeker of the Dao.

"The most perfect part was the arm. In that moment just now, the arm flicked like a long spear snapping straight. Perfect!"

Hands like blades and spears, legs like warhorses—how perfect. It was no wonder Zhang Zhao was so incredibly excited.

Chen Youcai actually agreed with this and could understand it, because it was similar to many theories in Tai Chi.

Tai Chi also emphasizes that every pore of the body is like a thousand soldiers, focusing on that explosive springing force in the arms.

Hands, legs, eyes, and heart—internal and external unity, exploding upon contact.

On the stage, after a period of daze, Park Jeong-gyeong stood up again, though his mind was still a mess.

After all, he couldn't use his kicks before, and now even his throwing techniques were countered. It felt surreal.

He felt as if everything he had learned in the past was for nothing, that his teacher had lied to him.

Nevertheless, he summoned his courage to fight Li Changsheng once more.

Because he truly couldn't afford to surrender in this fight. If he surrendered...

He inexplicably glanced at the big shot in the distant spectator seats and saw that the man's face was livid.

He felt that if he dared to surrender, the big shot would definitely have him killed.

No, killing him wouldn't be enough; his entire family would be eliminated.

Never doubt the power of a chaebol.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

As a result, five attempts led to five knockdowns. Park Jeong-gyeong was thrown until he was numb.

Climbing up again, Park Jeong-gyeong was in a trance.

Shaking his head and gritting his teeth, he lost his cool. In the next instant, he kicked off and lunged his upper body forward.

Although he knew that high-kick techniques were a major taboo in such high-level matches, he was in no mood to care anymore.

He went straight for his practical trump card: the High Axe Kick.

However, in the next instant, Li Changsheng advanced instead of retreating. With a Baji Quan fast-step close-in Iron Mountain Lean, he propped up the leg. At that moment, Park Jeong-gyeong felt like he was in a car crash.

Bang!

The man flew—sent flying several meters away until he slammed into the wire mesh with a loud clang, then fell heavily to the ground.

Silence!

The host opened his mouth to start the countdown but swallowed the words back down.

"KO! Our contestant Li has achieved another instant kill! He is the uncrowned king of tonight!"

Along with the host's shout, the whole stadium erupted. As for Park Jeong-gyeong, he was finished; there was no need for an examination.

That high-raised leg was nearly driven into his sternum. Even if the bleeding was stopped and the bones healed, his internal organs were surely crushed.

It was exactly like the scene of a car accident.