The shuttle fist has always been known for its speed. Its precise and vicious attack methods have left many traces in the history of martial arts in Nanwuzhou.
Although the school is not very powerful, it has existed for a long time and is considered to be one of the most historical schools among the existing schools.
After all, over two hundred years had passed, and anything could have been said. Many of the schools founded during the Dark Ages, both powerful and weak, had been reduced to ashes over the course of time, or even nothing left but traces.
It is not easy that the shuttle fist has been preserved to this day.
The Fengtui Sect that Pan Sheng faced was just a new martial arts school. It had only been established for more than 20 years, and the founder at that time was still the current leader of the sect.
However, any emerging school that can stand out from the many inferior factions and become an orthodox martial arts school naturally has something extraordinary about it.
At that time, the leader of Fengtui Sect rose to power by stepping on two small sects.
"Although Senior Brother's level isn't high, his basic skills are very solid. Among martial artists of the same level, he's considered quite formidable." Xu Xianxian watched the two men fighting on the stage, her scarlet pupils fixed on them. "But the opponent he encountered... seems a bit unusual..."
Although she didn't communicate much with her senior brothers and sisters on weekdays, their relationship was still pretty good. They went to restaurants together, sang karaoke together, and occasionally discussed martial arts.
Xu Xianxian had some understanding of Senior Brother Pan Sheng's situation.
She knew her brother's family situation was even more complicated than her own: his father had been in a car accident, leaving him disabled, and his mother had run away with another man, never to see them again. Pan Sheng, who had grown up in a poor environment, was fortunate to meet Master Liu Wentao, who took him in as his disciple, thus forging a master-disciple bond.
Liu Wentao was very kind to Pan Sheng, so Pan Sheng, who had a low level of martial arts and could not bring honor to the school, always felt remorseful and guilty about his ordinary qualifications.
So when he took the stage this time, Pan Sheng gave it his all.
Xu Xianxian naturally discovered this. Under normal circumstances, Pan Sheng, who has a solid foundation and is at the peak of level three, has a high probability of winning if he fights alone against an ordinary level three.
"Brother, we are determined to win this match, but that buzz-cut guy... seems to be more than just level three..."
After all, they were all from the same school, so Xu Xianxian's eyes still revealed a little worry.
Before fighting in person, no one, not even those powerful Force users, would find it difficult to instantly judge the other party's level and characteristics with the naked eye.
If the opponent does not use his full strength, it is difficult for others to see through his strength, unless he has the power of perspective and can see through everything, otherwise it is simply a pipe dream.
Even the certification level of the Martial Arts Association requires a series of tests, which are measured simultaneously by high-tech machines and real people to give an accurate ability value.
So even though Xu Xianxian was a martial artist, she couldn't judge the strength of the man with a crew cut at the beginning. Only after the other party actually made a move could she make a rough judgment based on his breath, speed, strength, and skills.
For example, this crew-haired man from Fengtui Sect, from the beginning of the fight until now, seems to be unable to move his hands and feet freely, as if he is trying to hide something.
Boom!
At this moment on the ring, Pan Sheng seized the opponent's weakness and used a snake-like move to bypass the opponent's fist and hit the man's shoulder accurately.
He did not hit the opponent's vital parts. After all, in Pan Sheng's eyes, this was just a competition. As long as the winner was decided, there was no need to cause loss of life.
Moreover, the Inch Snake is the most vicious move in the Shuttle Fist. As long as the shoulder is hit by this move, even if it is not pierced, the shoulder blade will be shattered and the person will lose combat effectiveness on the spot. Even if the martial artist has strong physical fitness, it will take at least several months of recuperation to recover.
After being hit on the shoulder, the man with a crew cut subconsciously took seven or eight steps back until he reached the edge of the ring, where he reluctantly stopped.
On the other side of the backstage, Liu Wen saw this scene and shouted excitedly, "Brother, all your training has paid off. You're definitely going to win this first game!"
In her eyes, even if Inch Snake only struck a shoulder strike against a martial artist of the same level, the opponent would instantly lose their fighting power. In a ring match, victory or defeat often happened in a split second.
Several martial artists who were also waiting nearby just turned their heads and glanced at Liu Wen without saying anything, but the expressions on their faces showed that they acknowledged what the other party said.
In this kind of competition, being hit once or twice is enough to make one lose their fighting power. Those who took multiple hits were either too weak to ignore their opponent's attacks, or had already been killed in the ring.
After all, even if two martial artists were at level seven, if one allowed the other to hit them four or five times on the vital points, they would die on the spot, without any chance of survival.
But Liu Wentao, who was sitting in the audience, had a different expression at this moment. He looked at the scene solemnly, "This Fengtui Sect disciple named Tian Li seems to be hiding his true level..."
As a sixth-level martial artist, he had fought in many different battles and had very rich experience. After careful observation, he immediately found that this disciple of the Fengtui Sect did not seem to have exerted his full strength.
"Even when he was hit by the Inch Snake, he just deliberately shifted his body and exposed his flaws..." Liu Wentao's expression was gloomy. After hesitating for a few seconds, he stood up and said, "Xiaosheng, stop fighting and come down!"
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