51: Chapter 50 You take one step back, I take three steps forward.

"Dare to say it, but dare not admit it?"

As soon as the words fell, the old man lunged forward. With a tilted body and a half-hanging horse stance, he stepped onto the bridge pier as if it were flat ground. With a few nimble footwork maneuvers, he leaped into the air and delivered a kick straight at Li Changsheng's head.

Though Mo Ming was old, his martial arts were far from weak; this kick clearly bore the style of the Northern Leg.

This was only natural; the original founder of the Mo Family Fist had once studied at Shaolin, so it was perfectly normal for it to have traces of the Northern Leg and Northern Fist.

The Northern Leg emphasized that the hands are like two doors, while the legs do all the striking; with the four hands of the Northern Leg, even ghosts and men would worry upon seeing it.

Mo Ming didn't actually want to kick this young man into the hospital; he was very confident in his leg techniques, and intended only to give him a scare.

However, the next instant, he saw the young man before him take a stride, swing his hands, and push his suitcases to the sides.

First came a small, slow shifting step, and then Mo Ming felt his eyes blur. The young man lunged forward several meters in a fierce rush, striking out horizontally. His elbows pressed down, his wrists turned and twisted inward like a tightened spiral cannon barrel, and the next instant, his fist blasted out like a cannonball.

However, just as it touched the sole of his foot, he quickly changed the fist into a palm.

Bang!

With a dull thud, Mo Ming leaned back and performed a backflip, landing firmly on the bridge pier once again with a slap of his feet.

When he looked at Li Changsheng again, a look of astonishment and pleasant surprise had appeared on his face.

"So you're a practitioner too!" The old man, Mo Ming, was somewhat excited. He turned his body, sank his shoulders, and assumed a half-hanging horse stance—a standard opening posture for the Mo Family Fist—then said with a chuckle:

"Young man, you practice the Xingyi Five Elements, right? Since you're a practitioner, let's do our talking with fists and feet!"

Seeing the old man's demeanor, Li Changsheng felt a stir of excitement; he hadn't expected to run into a Mo Family Fist expert just after entering the village.

"The Mo Family Fist truly lives up to its reputation of one kick being worth three punches."

Li Changsheng was also very excited. Through their brief exchange, he could be certain that the old man's leg techniques were extraordinary. He wasn't sure about the fist techniques, but those two legs definitely had years of training behind them—they were authentic.

"Then, Senior, please enlighten me!"

With that, Li Changsheng didn't hesitate, and the two performed a cupped-fist salute.

After waiting a moment, seeing that the old man still maintained his stance with both feet on the bridge pier, Li Changsheng understood—the old gentleman was going easy on him, the junior.

"In that case, Senior, please forgive my offense!"

Li Changsheng did not hold back in the sparring. His chest and abdomen began to rise and fall in a very rhythmic pattern, utilizing reverse abdominal breathing, and his consciousness began to slowly focus.

The next instant, Li Changsheng stomped his back foot violently. A surge of power rapidly spread from the soles of his feet throughout his entire body. In an instant, it was as if his tendons and bones were resonating together, with a succession of low, muffled sounds of bones cracking erupting one after another, like firecrackers being set off, surging upwards all the way.

At the level of Visible Power, combined with the Half-Step Crushing Fist, he used the stomping force to violently strike the ground as the point of power generation, channeling strength throughout his entire body.

His pores closed rapidly. The next instant, with a step, he took the central position, and in the blink of an eye, he had reached a distance of less than a meter in front of Mo Ming.

His hands moved and changed rapidly. Mo Ming felt the wind roaring in his ears, as if explosive sounds were constantly ringing out.

Only then did the look of delight on Mo Ming's face, as if he had found a worthy opponent, show a hint of change.

Visible Power?

Stepping forward with the same foot, the next instant, Li Changsheng's right fist blasted out, the sound like a thunderclap striking the ground and blooming.

Mo Ming felt that this punch was like a cannon hammer; the explosive sound and the whistling of the fist's edge put immense psychological pressure on him.

"What a fierce kid!"

This "fierce" didn't refer to cruelty, but rather the ferocity that martial artists of the past possessed. Since they were fighting, his hand-to-hand skills could not be underestimated.

And at this moment, Li Changsheng successfully won Mo Ming's respect.

Almost instantly, the thought of needing to temporarily avoid the brunt of the attack popped into Mo Ming's mind. On one hand, he had let Li Changsheng strike first due to his own carelessness, not expecting Li Changsheng to attack with such Aura, and thus he had lost the initiative.

On the other hand, what a martial artist needs is a sense of ferocity and ruthlessness. The so-called "three parts of vicious Qi"—the elderly Mo Ming was doing well to have even one part at this moment.

Mo Ming's legs moved, appearing like a golden rooster dancing. His footwork was agile, his body like a swimming Dragon as he performed a side kick on the bridge pier, using the force to leap lightly and cleverly neutralize the punch.

However, before he could catch his breath, he saw the young man before him advance instead of retreat. His left foot quickly followed, his waist sank into a horse stance, and his spine twisted and turned like half a spinning top. In a moment of relaxation, he suddenly resembled a powerful bow being released, and his left fist blasted out in the momentum.

This punch used the "smooth force" of the Crushing Fist; the power followed the momentum, like floodwaters bursting through a dam and pouring down.

Bang!

Another explosive sound came from the air.

Old man Mo Ming's heart skipped a beat; what an unforgiving kid, pressing his advantage.

He really had brought the essence of the Crushing Fist to life—the fist like a steel whip, the body like a warhorse, the waist like a Dragon, stirring up wind and clouds with every movement!

Li Changsheng was also following the momentum. Since the other party wanted to show humility, he naturally had to perform to the fullest.

This was also the most fierce and frequent attack he had launched since stepping into the realm of Visible Power; it belonged to the "One Horse, Three Arrows" technique within the Smooth-Step Crushing Fist.

This move was wave after wave; once the opponent failed to block the first one, they would have nowhere to retreat. The rotation of the waist not only continuously stored power for the next punch but also served as a defense.

It was like a rainstorm, leaving the opponent unable to catch their breath.

How sharp Mo Ming's eyes were; he naturally saw that he could no longer continue to dodge, and he had been provoked into a bit of genuine fire.

Mo Ming quickly steadied his mind and stepped in the opposite direction, moving to Li Changsheng's right flank in a bizarre posture. His legs were like blades as he performed a flying side-spin, kicking diagonally. His legs kicked out in succession in the air, the force of the wind emitting a slight whistling sound.

It was as if a great saber was slashing down, causing the metal to vibrate and hum.

Bang! Bang, bang!

Fists and feet collided, emitting dull, thudding sounds.

Li Changsheng stomped his back foot again, and the ground trembled slightly. He turned around and swung out another Crushing Fist, but in the middle of the movement, he transformed the Crushing Fist into a Cannon Fist, blasting out with his right.

Bang!

Neither was willing to yield, and they clashed again.

"Stop, both of you!"

Just then, a low shout rang out from not far away.

Hearing this, Li Changsheng and the old man, Mo Ming, both withdrew their energy and stood still.

The leg techniques of the Mo Family Fist were like the posture of a tiger, with footwork ranging from high to low. The body was agile, the footwork lively, and the long and short power were all present. It was a relatively comprehensive leg technique that had both speed and slowness, as well as high and low variations.

It had agility in abundance, but lacked power. Furthermore, Li Changsheng was young and vigorous, and he cultivated Internal Alchemy and Internal Martial Arts; given this foundation and power, Mo Ming was truly falling into a disadvantage.

Fighting up to this point, Mo Ming was already somewhat panting; if it continued, he would likely lose.

Yet he still forced himself to hold his breath, trying to appear as calm and composed as possible. He cast a surreptitious glance at Li Changsheng and was immediately stunned.

He saw that Li Changsheng's complexion was ruddy and his breathing steady, as if he had just been taking a stroll. Wisps of steam were rising from his body, and if not for the slight sweat on his skin, one would never believe he had just fought a battle.

Just what kind of person was this?

Mo Ming's eyelids twitched slightly. He had practiced martial arts for many years and had never seen such a strange scene. To what level had his Internal Martial Arts reached?