As Yang Sheng slowly withdrew his leg, Zhou Chengyuan clasped his hands together and gave a wry smile: "I lost, thank you for holding back."
Yang Sheng gently shook his head and said, "Your Mo Family Fist has been truly passed down by Mo Guilan, and your Gongzi Fuhu Fist is also extremely skillful."
But your mistake lies in insisting on integrating these two concepts, which only creates gaps in the connection between them.
Zhou Chengyuan frowned and said, "But your martial arts are a combination of Northern and Southern styles, practicing both internal and external techniques. Why are there no flaws?"
Yang Sheng grinned: "Because I never learned them as pure traditional Chinese martial arts from the very beginning."
Fighting is fighting, combat techniques are combat techniques, and killing techniques are killing techniques.
The purpose of any martial art in my hands is the same: it is not Bajiquan or Taijiquan, but simply to defeat or kill the opponent in front of me.
I never intended to merge them, so naturally there were no loopholes.
Your path is not wrong, but the mistake lies in the fact that you want to integrate Mo Family Fist and Gongzi Fuhu Fist because you have mastered them to the extreme, rather than because they should be integrated in the first place.
But have you ever considered that your grandmaster Mo Guilan was Huang Feihong's wife? They were both grandmasters of Chinese martial arts and knew each other very well.
If that's the case, then why didn't they combine these two styles of boxing to create the Mo Family Tiger-Taming Fist?
Zhou Chengyuan broke out in a cold sweat again, his face turning slightly pale.
After a long pause, he bowed deeply to Yang Sheng, clasped his hands in a fist and said in a deep voice, "I have learned a lot, thank you!"
Referee Song Changli stepped onto the ring, gave Yang Sheng a rather approving look, and announced loudly: "The winner of this round is Hong Shenglian and Yang Sheng!"
For an old-fashioned person like Song Changli, he still appreciated the way Yang Sheng and Zhou Chengyuan demonstrated their skills by exchanging pointers and verifications on the ring.
However, Yang Sheng's previous moves were a bit too ruthless, so he preferred Zhou Chengyuan, a descendant of a respectable martial arts family.
Zhou Chengyuan stepped off the stage and bowed to an old man in a white Tang suit, saying, "I'm sorry, godfather, I didn't even make it into the top ten. I've disgraced He Yixing."
The old man had a face full of wrinkles, but always wore a smiling expression, like an old man exercising in a park.
No one would have guessed that he was Huang Juekun, the leader of the Heyixing guild who had been in charge for over forty years.
"If Ho Yee Hing's reputation depends on you fighting in the boxing ring, then Ho Yee Hing will truly collapse."
Huang Juekun smiled and patted Zhou Chengyuan's head, saying, "Don't worry too much, kid. You're still young. Don't worry about the outcome of one or two matches."
That fierce Yang Sheng is no ordinary character. He's risen to prominence unexpectedly, and with another victory, some people are probably having trouble sleeping.
As he spoke, Huang Juekun looked to the other side and his eyes met Wu Tianhao's.
Wu Tianhao's eyes darkened, and he slammed the cigar in his mouth onto the ground.
The deaths of Lanmingqiang and the downfall of Helian were both somewhat suspicious.
If Chai Jiu could spot something was wrong last time, then Huang Juekun, that old fox, certainly could too.
He wanted to see if Wu Tianhao would secretly take care of Yang Sheng.
If he really dares to make a move and break the rules of the Dragon City Championship, then we will have a reason to retaliate.
"Ah Jie, we can't let Yang Sheng continue fighting in the Dragon City Championship."
Fang Jie smiled wryly and said, "Boss, the British Associated Press and other triads like Wo Yee Hing have already noticed something is wrong, but they are not sure where we made the move, and they have no evidence."
At this point, taking action against Yang Sheng would be tantamount to openly telling them that we had indeed tampered with things.
Just bear with it a little longer, boss. I've already made arrangements. Lei Gong will definitely make it into the top ten, and even though A Zu is injured, he'll still be a solid top ten.
"After the Dragon City Championship ends, I'll personally take that reckless brat swimming!"
Wu Tianhao said with a gloomy look, "It's not because of this matter."
We had already estimated our opponents, and we were 90% confident that we could beat all of them and take first place.
The only exception is Yang Sheng!
Zuo Kun lost, and Zhou Chengyuan also fell to him.
"If Lei Gong or A Zu draws him in the next round, can you guarantee they can beat Yang Sheng?"
Fang Jie was taken aback; he hadn't really thought of that.
Previously, as the White Paper Fan, he had deduced the outcome of the Dragon City Championship, and had collected all the information on the masters of various gangs, such as Zuo Kun, Yao Hui, and Zhou Chengyuan, and had also compared their strengths, which gave him great confidence.
But now that Yang Sheng has suddenly appeared, the variables are too great.
Wu Tianhao stood up and said coldly, "I'll have that old bastard He Wenchang come to see me later."
His limelight, Hong Shenglian, should be winding down by now.
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