98: Chapter 95 Guan Yu doesn't open his eyes, but when he does, he kills!

Chen Shixing breathed slightly, hurriedly looked down, and was shocked to see a corner of his sleeve torn.

It turned out that just a moment ago, Li Changsheng's Crushing Fist energy had brushed against his sleeve. Even though Chen Shixing had retreated upon contact, his sleeve had still taken a hit like an Inch Punch, the force penetrating through and tearing it.

Chen Shixing had previously publicly demonstrated striking paper from a distance. That was nothing; often, those who had practiced Traditional Martial Arts for many years could achieve this, with Wing Chun practitioners being the best example.

But to be able to shatter a sleeve that was both soft and tough was truly not easy.

Li Changsheng was also knocked back by the force at this moment. However, after retreating several steps to dissipate most of the energy, his body slammed into a Karma Monument in the village, and he finally stabilized himself in a Trinity Stance.

This Karma Monument had been erected when the village jointly raised funds to build a bridge, mainly to highlight which families had contributed the most.

But at this moment, the names of several families had been cracked due to the impact.

Li Changsheng glanced at it and discovered that the clothes on his back had torn due to the friction.

Seeing this, he did not care. He casually tore off the poor-quality Peppa Pig shirt, revealing a physique with muscles that looked as if they had been cast from refined iron.

Li Changsheng's skin was not too fair, bearing a faint sun-kissed color. His muscles were well-defined, and with every breath, the small muscle groups twitched slightly.

He was like the ancient fierce general Li Yuanba; although his frame was lean, his martial prowess was extraordinary, and his immense strength made a crowd of fierce generals lower their heads in defeat.

Tap! With an explosive stomp, Li Changsheng swooshed forward, hunched over.

His feet seemed to stick to the ground like a swallow skimming the water. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Chen Shixing like a cannonball. His fists swung left and right, like a spirit snake and a Dragon churning through a great river, stirring up wind and rain with unstoppable momentum, striking repeatedly at Chen Shixing's lower ribs, throat, and abdomen—all vital points.

Xingyi Crushing Fist emphasizes: stomp, fierce, smooth, charge.

It pays even more attention to a sense of courage. This was originally evolved from battlefield spear techniques; when meeting an enemy, the brave survive, and the timid who retreat perish. There is no path for retreat.

Fist after fist, every one of Li Changsheng's strikes carried an entwining force and a spiral force, like a giant python and a crocodile. Once they bit into their prey, they would continuously coil around it, dragging it into their own rhythm and beginning a series of spiral strangulations.

To be so ruthless yet appear cautious, not responding with wide-open killing moves, was precisely because of a sense of prudence.

He could do this because he felt that while the opponent's force and Internal Martial Arts were still somewhat inferior to his own, Wudang Taiji possessed the characteristics of balancing hardness and softness, overcoming hardness with softness, controlling movement with stillness, striking after the opponent to seize the initiative, and using a four-ounce force to deflect a thousand pounds.

Once dragged into the opponent's rhythm, he would be like one trapped in quicksand; even if he were a Dragon, he would be trapped to death within it.

He could not hold back! Go all out, he must go all out! "Guan Gong does not open his eyes; when he does, he intends to kill!"

Chen Shixing saw that Li Changsheng's offensive stance was like an ancient fierce general, carrying ferocity and dominance, like a real Dragon pouncing and biting, intent on strangling him on the spot.

In an instant, he even faintly smelled the stench of blood in the air.

With no time to think, he spread his legs. In an instant, it was as if there were no ligaments connecting Chen Shixing's bones. His whole body relaxed, not using a shred of clumsy force, and his spine swayed like a willow branch following the movement of his hands, his two fists opening and closing as they shot out fiercely.

The force seemed soft, but the moment it was whipped out, it was like a bow; the bowstring snapped out, colliding suddenly with Li Changsheng's fists.

This move had a saying: "Movement triggered within stillness, still even in movement; adapting to the enemy's changes reveals the miraculous."

This move required training the spine to a degree where hardness and softness were balanced. Otherwise, if one were extremely relaxed and then suddenly tensed up without sufficient skill, not only would one fail to whip out a fierce force, but one would instead injure the spine, leaving oneself crippled if not ruined.

The moment the fists collided, Chen Shixing intended to change his fist into a claw, wanting to quickly hook onto Li Changsheng's fists to pull and drag him.

However, just as he tried to change his move, he felt a pain in his hands and cried out internally that it was bad; he had underestimated the force of Li Changsheng's punch.

But Chen Shixing's reaction was still extremely quick. He had practiced body techniques and Lightness Skill for many years, and he had always mastered speed and reaction perfectly.

When one strike failed, he immediately changed moves. Chen Shixing suddenly retreated, then immediately leaped up, like a frog suddenly springing from the depths of a dense forest. In the blink of an eye, he reached Li Changsheng, his spine engaged, and with a backhand, he whipped out a lash strike.

The inertia of his body drove his arm into contact with the air. Whoosh! It was like a bullet fired at high speed; the stirred-up air wave brushed against him, making one's cheeks ache slightly.

Crack! The arm lashed out, producing an explosive sound in the air, like the sound of a tire bursting on a vehicle.

Daoist Priest Chen had demonstrated this move on television, but this time it was even better; clearly, he was going all out.

Taiji is the softest to practice, but the most fierce when fighting.

With hardness within softness, the more one practices to the ultimate yin and ultimate softness, the greater the rebound and the explosive power generated!

Li Changsheng's eyelids twitched slightly; this lash was like a steel whip striking.

In an instant, Li Changsheng focused his mind and hurriedly retreated. Avoid the sharp edge and strike the weak point!

With one strike missing, Chen Shixing was clearly stunned. Obviously, Li Changsheng's fierce and unstoppable fighting style from just a moment ago had caught him off guard.

Without hesitation, he stepped out repeatedly with his legs, intending to follow up with another move instantly.

Chen Shixing chased fiercely, when suddenly he saw Li Changsheng, who had previously not looked back, abruptly stop his legs and suddenly turn around.

The next instant, he felt his vision blur. The opponent twisted his waist, stepped forward, and leaped with his legs, immediately borrowing force from the Karma Monument on the side to soar into the air and vault again, a punch already thrown out.

This was clearly the application of the ancient mounted combat technique, the "Returning Horse Spear."

Baji Quan had shadows of the Liuhe Spear, and furthermore, Baji Quan used the elbow as a spear, so executing it was straightforward and unhesitant.

With a step forward and the waist swaying downward, he was like a general riding a horse, turning around while wielding a long saber. This punch not only contained the stabbing thrust of the Returning Horse Spear but also carried the technique of Guan Yu's "Dragging Saber" stratagem.

Chen Shixing felt as if he saw a warhorse whistling toward him, a fierce general dragging a saber and slashing down violently.

His waist drove his arm, as if dragging a heavy iron ingot and suddenly slashing down. It was unmistakably Baji Quan's Pigua Zhang!

As the saying goes: "Baji Quan plus Pigua Zhang, even ghosts and gods are afraid; Pigua Zhang plus Baji Quan, even immortals find it hard to resist."

It was too fast and too urgent. Chen Shixing quickly positioned his legs into a Wuji Stance, his body arched, and he quickly braced his hands in an excellent position to dissipate force.

Bang! Chen Shixing pushed his Internal Martial Arts to the limit, but at this moment, he felt as if struck by lightning. His legs trembled uncontrollably, and his waist and abdomen, which connected his arms and legs, were seized by spasms.

Li Changsheng, soaring in mid-air, had the posture of a male eagle; his figure was as fierce as a tiger, and his Pigua Zhang was as sharp and swift as an eagle.

His Pigua Zhang was like a violent storm; once unleashed, it was like being caught in the tires of a speeding heavy truck, with no possibility of catching one's breath.

One punch! Two punches! The sound of air being torn apart exploded in his ears, like rolling thunder.

Chen Shixing already felt a hot current brewing in his mouth; the Qi in his chest cavity seemed to have been beaten out by these falling punches one after another.

Any force dissipation was completely useless at this moment. Li Changsheng's move was too decisive and too abrupt; he had unleashed Baji Quan's Pigua Zhang right from the start.

At this moment, Baji Quan, known as the overlord of short-range fighting, displayed its fierce style of close-quarters combat without a doubt.

Just when Chen Shixing thought he would be hacked to death, the third punch did not fall.

Enduring the pain in his arms and every joint in his body, Chen Shixing looked up and only then discovered that the opponent had already arrived at the Karma Monument not far away, picked up the torn clothes from the ground, and casually tossed them into a trash can.

Leaving Chen Shixing with the sight of his figure walking away leisurely with his hands in his pockets.