Chapter Ninety Duel

  "Alright! Yu Fei, since you said he's formidable here, I'll make sure to take a good look and see if he's qualified to point fingers at everyone. Hmph!" He Hongfeng let out an unpleasant hum.

  Just now Su Yu Fei's words seemed to him as if she was biased in favor of Zhao Yang, which made him feel very uncomfortable. He didn't believe that Zhao Yang could be so formidable.

  As a martial artist since childhood, He Yunfeng was well aware that if Zhao Yang were truly a master, his eyes and aura would be distinctly different from those of ordinary people. However, Zhao Yang's demeanor seemed careless and lazy, and in He Yunfeng's eyes, Zhao Yang's entire being was full of openings, hardly distinguishable from an average person who had never practiced martial arts.

  Moreover, Zhao Yang's physique also appeared too weak, although he was over 1.8 meters tall, but his whole body looked thin and frail, with hardly any flesh on him, completely unlike a martial artist!

  When Su Yu heard He Yunfeng's words, she was slightly annoyed and was about to open her mouth to scold him, but suddenly thought of something and a sly smile appeared in her eyes. She closed her mouth and didn't make a sound.

  "This is good too. It's best if that guy can fight back. This way, I can also take the opportunity to observe his skills carefully. Also, I can use him to give He Yunfeng a hard time, so he won't be idle and bother me every day!"

  Seeing Zhao Yang not making a sound for a long time, He Yunfeng suddenly stepped forward and stared at Zhao Yang: "How, are you afraid? Don't dare to respond? Hmph, I said he's no good. Just look at his appearance, it doesn't seem like that of a martial artist. Really letting this kind of incompetent person guide everyone, isn't that misleading the younger generation?"

  Zhao Yang was originally too lazy to bother with this inexplicable guy, but after hearing these sarcastic words, he suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable.

  "Are you sure you want to challenge me?" Zhao Yang's voice was tinged with a hint of coldness.

  He Yunfeng heard this and his spirit was lifted, saying: "Of course! If you have the guts, then come try with me. Of course, if you don't have the guts, are a coward, then there's no need to say anything..."

  He Yunfeng glanced at Zhao Yang and then shifted his gaze to Su Yu Fei. He was determined to let Su Yu Fei see that the guy she had brought over was nothing but a 'waste' not even worth a flower stand.

  It's just that at this moment, he didn't think deeply about why Su Yu Fei would calmly say that Zhao Yang was even more formidable than her. It's worth noting that Su Yu Fei is an extremely proud person by nature, and it's harder for ordinary people to get her to admit defeat than to reach the sky!

  "Since you're asking for it, I have no choice." Zhao Yang shrugged his shoulders, with a casual expression, not putting that whatever He Yunfeng, a waste of the fifth rank, in his eyes at all.

  "So you've agreed? In that case, let's get started! Do you need to go change into a training uniform, lest I be accused of winning unfairly?" He Guanfeng said, glancing at the casual attire Zhao Yang was wearing.

  "No need to. It's not worth the trouble, it's just a matter of three or two seconds, and you can be knocked down thirty or fifty times in the time it takes to change clothes." Zhao Yang said lightly. For no reason, he was 'sniped' by this guy, and Zhao Yang was also a bit unhappy with him, so naturally he didn't speak politely to him either.

  He Yunfeng was furious at Zhao Yang's words, his lungs almost bursting. What the hell, did he really think that changing clothes for a few minutes could knock him down thirty or fifty times? Wasn't this just boasting without drafting?

  "Oh! I'd like to see how you can knock me down in just three seconds!"

  He Yunfeng let out a cold hum, his anger almost making him laugh. Immediately after, he said: "Don't blame me for not warning you beforehand. I, He Yunfeng, have been practicing martial arts since the age of six, and now I've been practicing for exactly fourteen years. My family's traditional martial art is 'Bajiquan'. I advise you to surrender now, otherwise, once I make my move, if you get hurt, don't blame me!"

  "Hurt me? Ha~ If you really have the ability, then go ahead and try." Zhao Yang said with a hint of mocking sneer.

  If it were an ordinary person, He Yunfeng's words would not be excessive. As the saying goes, 'Literary works have Taiji to bring peace to the world, and martial arts have Bagua to stabilize the universe.' This is no joke. The reputation of 'Baguazhang' was truly earned through hard work, its power is not to be underestimated.

  But here in Zhao Yang, no matter if you're 'Eight Extremes Fist' or 'Eighteen Extremes Fist' or even 'Twenty-eight Extremes Fist', they're all just small fries. No matter how strong your fist technique is, it's impossible to reach the level of a 'Cultivator'!

  "Alright, since the two of you want to compete in martial arts, then let's make way for them. Everyone can also truly witness the power of 'national techniques'!" Su Yu Fei not only didn't have any intention of stopping them, but was instead eager and impatient.

  The members of the martial arts associations around them retreated one after another, leaving enough space for He Yunfeng and Zhao Yang. They were also eager to witness a real showdown between top Chinese martial artists!

  "Let's get started, don't waste any more time." Zhao Yang stood casually about five or six steps away from He Yunfeng, quietly looking at him.

  "Alright! Let's begin!" He Yunfeng hummed a tune, then clasped his fists together, "He Yunfeng, family-style boxing 'Bajiquan'!"

  "Zhao Yang, Fist Method, 'Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain'!" Zhao Yang said calmly. The self-introduction before a martial arts match is also a tradition, with the intention of showing that the match will be fair and open.

  "Will the tiger come down from the mountain?"

  He Yunfeng's eyebrows rose at the words, he had never heard of such a school of boxing before, and he couldn't help but wonder if Zhao Yang was deliberately teasing him, a few points of anger rising in his heart. He glared fiercely at Zhao Yang.

  Su Yuwei's eyebrows furrowed in unison, her gaze at Zhao Yang filled with a hint of puzzlement, she too had never heard of the existence of such a fist technique.

  However, she didn't think Zhao Yang was deceiving people because she had seen him practicing boxing more than once. From the rolling thunder-like sound of his fists when he practiced boxing, and that air of a true "tiger descending from the mountain", with an overwhelming momentum that seemed to swallow the sky... It's indeed very appropriate to call that style of boxing "Tiger Descending from the Mountain Fist"!

  Is there really such a fist technique in this world? Where did he learn it from, and how come I've never heard of it before?

  Su Yuwei felt a strong curiosity rising in her heart, about Zhao Yang's "Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain Fist", about Zhao Yang as a person, and also about Zhao Yang's background!

  "Perhaps his boxing technique was passed down from a certain secret school. After all, the Huaxia inheritance has been going on for thousands of years, and it is also possible that some secret martial arts schools have been passed down without being known to outsiders."

  Su Yu Fei could only think this way in her heart.

  "Yu Fei, you come and shout 'start'. In case later I suddenly make a move, he loses and is not convinced!" He Yunfeng said to Su Yu Fei.

  "Good!" Su Yu Fei nodded and immediately walked to the midpoint between the two people. With a wave of her hand, she shouted: "Begin!"

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