Chen Qingshan took the lead in attacking, reaching out to flick at Zhan Feng's shoulder well acupoint. Zhan Feng dodged by spinning on his heels and punching Qingshan in the face.
Qingshan dodged sideways, feinted with his left hand, and then with his right hand, at a tricky angle, went around his ribs and poked him at the Kongzui and Chize points. Zhan Feng couldn't dodge and took the blows twice, then raised his leg and kicked Qingshan in the lower body. The two men exchanged blows like this.
When Gao Xiang was young, he'd often fought, his moves mostly left and right hooks and crotch kicks. He'd never seen such a routine boxing fight before, and he was stunned, his mouth hanging open. The bodyguards were also amazed, and they wanted to take out their melon seeds and oranges.
Zhan Feng practices authentic Hung Gar, a classic external martial art focused on strength training. His pushes, grabs, hooks, and strikes are vigorous and powerful. Qingshan, on the other hand, is different. His body is agile, his finger techniques are tricky, and he uses an ethereal and dynamic style, specifically targeting Zhan Feng's vital joints.
As the saying goes, to learn how to fight, you must first learn how to be beaten. Those who practice external martial arts often develop their ability to withstand blows from a young age. Zhan Feng's muscles were as hard as rubber, and ordinary attacks wouldn't hurt him at all. However, the acupuncture points Qingshan had just pressed caused him to feel an excruciating pain.
As Qingshan pressed more and more acupuncture points, Zhan Feng's fists grew heavier, until he could barely lift his arms. Sweat covered Zhan Feng's forehead, his face paled, and the nausea and vomiting in his chest intensified.
Seeing that the time was almost right, Qingshan spun his upper body and moved his hands like a dragon to block Zhan Feng's fist. His left index finger moved as fast as the wind and suddenly touched the vital point on Zhan Feng's chest - Tanzhong. Zhan Feng felt a pain in his chest and a fishy and sweet taste rushed into his throat.
He tried to hold it in for a long time but couldn't hold it in any longer and spat out a mouthful of black blood with a "wow" sound, but his face turned from white to red and then relaxed.
Gao Xiang and a group of bodyguards rushed over and supported him.
Qingshan smiled at Zhan Feng: "Mr. Zhan, you lose."
Zhan Feng spat out the black blood and felt the nausea and stuffiness in his chest disappear. All the joints in his body relaxed, and the blood flow in his body became much smoother.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and bowed to Qingshan with a respectful look:
"Zhan Feng is blind and has offended the master. Please forgive me! Zhan Feng thanks the master for his help!"
Gao Xiang and the bodyguards were completely confused: Master Zhan was obviously beaten to the point of vomiting blood, so why was he apologizing and thanking others? Isn't that shameless?
They don't know that people who practice external hard skills all take a tough and fierce approach. As the saying goes, tough things are easy to break, and the meridians of such people are more or less damaged.
When we are young, our qi and blood are abundant, and hidden dangers in the meridians are temporarily not obvious. But when we get older, our qi and blood decline, and the damaged and blocked meridians will gradually atrophy and become blocked without the nourishment of qi and blood, and we will become useless.
Therefore, if people who practice external hard skills do not have the corresponding mental methods to cooperate with them, most of them will have a short life and suffer a lot from illness when they are old.
Zhan Feng started learning martial arts at the age of seven and frequently sparred, suffering numerous injuries over the past decade. A year ago, he was kicked in the chest by Master Yip, a renowned Wing Chun practitioner in Hong Kong. Since then, he has experienced poor blood circulation, chest tightness, and nausea during practice. However, a hospital checkup revealed nothing amiss, and all his test results were normal.
In fact, his meridians had been damaged for a long time, and Master Ye's kick was just the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Chen Qingshan discovered that this man's meridians were damaged and congested, so he took advantage of the opportunity to spar with him and used the orchid finger technique to inject spiritual power into the acupuncture points, forcing out some of the blood clots in his meridians.
Zhan Feng felt much better immediately after vomiting blood. He knew that it was Qingshan who helped him, so he thanked him solemnly.
Qingshan put his hands behind his back and pretended to be serious: "Just call me by my name. I'm not used to being called 'Master'. Your body looks strong, but your meridians are actually a mess. If you don't take good care of yourself, you won't live past 50!"
Zhan Feng's expression changed. "Ms. Gao...Ms. Chen, I've indeed felt something strange about my body in recent years. I never thought the problem might be with my meridians. I wonder if Ms. Gao...Ms. Chen can help me?"
Chen Qingshan was secretly happy: I have been waiting for you to say this, brother - Tuanzi, we are finally going to open!
"I can give you acupuncture and moxibustion. It will clear the blood stasis in your body within three days, but the hidden injuries to your meridians will take time to heal, and you can't fight anyone for six months. If you can't do it, don't waste my time. I don't want to waste my time. If I can't cure you, it's a small matter, but if I ruin my reputation, it's a big deal."
Zhan Feng dared not to agree: "Miss Chen, I promise to listen to you! Please help me, I don't want to be in a coffin at the age of 50."
Qingshan patted his shoulder soothingly: "Don't worry, as long as you are obedient, I promise that you will not enter until you are 80 years old!"
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