305: Chapter 302 No attack, no defense, just one strike

"Look at this second strike. After the first hit, his legs were already numb. Due to the intense pain, he had basically lost the ability to react quickly.

So, for the second strike, Guo clearly targeted the lower side of the eleventh floating rib, which is where the Zhangmen Acupoint is located. You should know the consequences of being struck in the Zhangmen Acupoint by an external force, right?"

"I... I know."

Beads of sweat appeared on Chen Youcai's forehead. He realized he had indeed been very careless. Who could have imagined that this lightning-fast two-hit combo hid so many details when viewed in slow motion?

The speed was so fast that it gave the impression that the opponent lost the ability to act simply due to a fast, ruthless, and accurate strike.

"Being struck in the Zhangmen Acupoint causes difficulty in turning the waist, abdominal bloating, bowel sounds, and weakness in the limbs."

Chen Youcai said with a dry voice. Although Tai Xu Fist wasn't particularly specialized in Acupoints and rarely involved such techniques in its Boxing style, he still understood the basic knowledge.

Just knowing it didn't mean he could use it. In actual combat, trying to strike an Acupoint is extremely difficult.

As the saying goes, experts watch the technique. After Zhang Zhao's reminder, he knew just how difficult it was.

"Therefore, doing it twice in a row cannot possibly be explained by coincidence. This person is very knowledgeable about the methods of striking and pressing Acupoints. Which school is best at pressing Acupoints? None other than Wudang or Shaolin. Looking at his technique, there's a hint of Wudang, though I don't know much about that. But what's interesting is this person's background; he has learned a very mixed bag of skills!"

Looking at the information displayed on the tablet, Zhang Zhao couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Intelligence type. Specialties: Krav Maga, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Huaxia Traditional Martial Arts, Boxing, Grappling, Aikido, Karate.

I think this profile is a bit too brief. In my opinion, 'Mastery' should be written under Huaxia Traditional Martial Arts. Being able to accurately and flawlessly execute Acupoint striking and pressing in a high-intensity duel—that's no simple skill."

In fact, modern martial artists are not unfamiliar with pressing Acupoints, especially in places with a strong martial arts culture, where some even specialize in studying this skill.

But the more they study it, the more they realize that in combat, when two people are fighting, it is simply impossible to start pressing Acupoints the moment contact is made.

You still have to block and use Grappling. Pressing Acupoints is just an option to gain the upper hand by surprise.

Moreover, this option usually has to be placed last, unless the opponent is incredibly slow, wide open, and specifically cooperating with you to be pressed.

Often, you could poke for a long time and miss, while the other person is completely fine, and a single punch from them—not even to a vital spot—could put you out of commission for a long time.

Therefore, no one really uses this stuff in combat. This is also why Zhang Zhao was so astonished.

"Master Zhang, this is the first time I've seen someone use Acupoint pressing in actual combat at this level." Chen Youcai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, wearing an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Hmm, I can only say that this person's eye for timing, opportunity, and distance is terrifying." Zhang Zhao nodded with a solemn expression.

In the old society, some Martial Masters would also use Acupoint pressing.

But what was it for? It was used to deal with troublemakers. Some thugs wouldn't really fight; they would just act like hooligans, and with powerful people backing them, you couldn't really hit them.

So, you would just casually show off some Acupoint pressing, a light tap or press, and when they saw that such a casual move made their whole body sore, numb, and weak, they would naturally know how formidable you were.

In fact, some legends about how powerful Acupoint pressing is are due to these stories being passed down by word of mouth.

But in reality, when experts are sparring, it's impossible to use it.

"Master Zhang, does Master Li have a way to deal with this Acupoint pressing technique? If he gets hit in the Acupoints everywhere, he won't be able to fight!"

"Don't worry. The Muay Thai expert in the video was clearly a level below Guo. If Guo tries to use Acupoint pressing on Master Li, it might not work, and he might end up shooting himself in the foot."

Zhang Zhao waved his hand. Currently, he didn't know much about Guo, so he would wait and see. But one thing was certain: this number one-ranked fighter was no simple character.

At this moment, Li Changsheng was also looking at the middle-aged Asian man who had entered the cage, who looked to be in his thirties.

The man was about 1.8 meters tall, roughly the same as Li Changsheng, but his head was very distinctive.

He had a hooked nose, a high bridge of the nose, slightly sunken eye sockets, angular facial features, and blue eyes; he was likely of mixed heritage.

However, Li Changsheng's gaze was not on his appearance, but on his overall physique and movements.

After observing him, Li Changsheng raised an eyebrow slightly and said with a faint smile: "With your elbow joints slightly curved inward and springing outward, Your Excellency, have you practiced Baji Quan?"

"The Baji Quan techniques of Fixed Elbow and Coiling Elbow must be ingrained in your bones. If this were Southern Fist's bridge training, practicing arm strength wouldn't produce this effect."

Looking at the basic information of this person displayed on the big screen, and then looking at the opponent's style, Li Changsheng was very surprised.

A foreigner, though he looked like he might have half Huaxia heritage, being able to train his kung fu to this level was incredible.

Moreover, the traces on this person were very mixed. The only thing he could identify was Baji Quan; when Baji Quan's Fixed Elbow and Coiling Elbow are trained to the extreme, the external characteristics are very obvious.

Peter Guo's expression was also somewhat stunned. He looked at Li Changsheng and then slowly started to smile.

He then solemnly performed a cupped-fist salute toward Li Changsheng.

Looking at it, it was a left palm over a right fist; he actually didn't want to fight to the death, but intended to stop at a touch. Strange!

Li Changsheng glanced at the introduction on the big screen, where one line was written very clearly: the loser never survives.

"Master Li, I am half Huaxia. My grandmaster drifted overseas during the old society era, so I suppose I come from a reputable school.

I've been in contact with Huaxia Traditional Martial Arts since I was a child, and later I dabbled in all kinds of fighting and combat techniques from around the world.

After going around in circles, I finally discovered that the Dao of Traditional Martial Arts is profound.

Your ring battle just now was very exciting; you have some skill. People like you are rare nowadays. My grandmaster once said that experts are hard to come by, and it wouldn't be fun if they were beaten to death.

So, let's make this match primarily a spar, to make friends through martial arts."

As he spoke, Guo cupped his hands again. Although he looked very sincere on the surface, his tone was very arrogant.

This made Li Changsheng raise an eyebrow slightly. Reputable schools really were one more arrogant than the next.

Wan Qianhe was arrogant in his bones, while this guy was arrogant both inside and out.

However, just as Li Changsheng was thinking about how to respond, the opponent suddenly took a fierce step forward.

His body, which had been extremely relaxed, tensed up the moment he lunged forward and swung his arm.

His palm, with the index and middle fingers pressed together, formed a finger technique. After his arm shot out, it was like a long spear shaking, and he quickly pointed toward Li Changsheng.

It was too abrupt. Guo's speed was already very fast, and caught off guard, there was simply no time to react.

But Li Changsheng certainly wouldn't let the opponent succeed easily. Although he didn't know what this finger technique meant, martial arts emphasize not blocking or parrying, just one strike.

Who knows what kind of technique this strike is.

His chest vibrated slightly like a toad, and a coughing sound came from his throat. Almost simultaneously, Li Changsheng had already reached out to intercept.

The muscles and bones throughout his body resonated together, and the surrounding air seemed to roar and whistle like rolling thunder.