Chapter 92: Hidden Strength
"Hmph, you're clearly taking revenge, not knowing how to show mercy." Chen Yuxin also got up from the ground, panting and staring at Ning Yuan. She knew that Ning Yuan's kung fu was good, so she didn't hold back from the start, but she didn't expect that even Ning Yuan couldn't dodge a single move.
"This has nothing to do with this little brother, it's clearly your own fault."
Ning Yuan hadn't spoken yet, but Zhang Yang was already smiling and saying: "The Bagua Palm is originally agile and skilled at defense and close combat. With a pair of palms and two arms, within his own radius, it's almost impermeable to defense. If you rush up and collide with him head-on without leaving any room for retreat, aren't you just asking for punishment?"
"Cut it out, don't mention me, if you're capable, go beat him." Chen Yuxin said with a huff.
"I wonder if this little brother is willing to spar with me?" Zhang Yang did not refuse Chen Yuxin's proposal, and asked Ning Yuan politely.
"Alright, let's just leave it at that."
Ning Yuan nodded and said that he was originally not very interested in sparring with Zhang Yang, but after listening to his explanation of the Bagua Palm, he had some thoughts. This Bagua Palm is indeed good at close-range defense, just as Zhang Yang said.
Baguazhang, also known as Youshen Baguazhang or Bagua Lianhuan Zhang, is a type of fist technique that mainly uses palm changes and footwork. From the name itself, it can be seen that Baguazhang emphasizes agility, combined with stepping methods, emphasizing body flexibility, without the stiffness of techniques like Golden Fist, making it particularly suitable for women.
Today, since I've made up my mind to teach Chen Yuxin two moves, having a good opponent to practice with is much better than teaching her hand in hand. Ningyuan naturally took up his stance and made a inviting gesture towards Zhang Yang, while saying to Chen Yuxin by the side: "Watch closely, Bagua Palm emphasizes agility, footwork must be coordinated."
"Haha, little brother is quite confident, wants to spar with me and still has the nerve to teach others." Zhang Yang looked at Ning Yuan with a smile, although he was smiling, it was clear that he was somewhat displeased.
"Zhang Yang, don't underestimate Ning Yuan, he's very formidable." Chen Yuxin reminded.
Ning Yuan subconsciously curled his lip and smiled at Chen Yu Xin, "I'm saying, Police Sister, you don't have to be so obvious about being biased."
"Cut the crap, if you lose, I'll switch to supporting him instead." Chen Yuxin said with a smile.
"Cut!" Ning Yuan revealed a hint of disdain. Fortunately, this was at the police station. If it were in the Jianghu, just this one sentence would have made it possible for this female captain to be labeled as "deceiving her master and destroying her ancestors". Later on, if she really wanted to find a master, it wouldn't be that easy.
"Watch the fist."
Zhang Yang was clearly dissatisfied with Ning Yuan's confrontation, and while chatting with Chen Yu Xin, he suddenly shouted coldly and threw a punch straight at Ning Yuan's face.
Ning Yuan's footsteps moved lightly, his body shifted slightly, one palm chopped towards Zhang Yang's wrist, while the other chopped towards Zhang Yang's waist.
Zhang Yang naturally couldn't compare to Chen Yuxin, and he also deeply understood the Eight Trigrams Palm's routine. Seeing Ning Yuan react quickly, his body leaned back, and both feet kicked out in succession, surprisingly forming a linked kick.
Seeing Zhang Yang's offensive, Ning Yuan still didn't rush or slow down, moving his feet and lightly retreating two steps. He used two flat palms to block the two kicks from Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang followed the momentum with a flip of his body, stood up, twisted his waist, and crouched down into a horizontal sweep.
Judging from Zhang Yang's moves, he is absolutely a wild card. The direction of his attack is extremely cunning and vicious, all targeting the human body's vital points. Moreover, his strength is fierce and fast, not dragging or slow at all.
Ning Yuan was demonstrating to Chen Yu Xin, always using Bagua Palm, his body dodging left and right, both palms like two shields, protecting his entire body tightly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ning Yuan and Zhang Yang came and went, and in a short while, they had already met more than a dozen times. The commotion between the two also attracted the attention of the entire training ground's police officers, who all gathered around whispering to each other.
"Who is that young man? He's incredibly skilled and can hold his own against Instructor Zhang."
"Officer Zhang's kung fu is quite formidable, this young man is so fierce."
"No, it seems Captain Zhang is no match for this young man."
Some people looked for a while and finally discovered the clue. Although Zhang Yang and Ning Yuan were evenly matched, with neither able to gain the upper hand, upon closer inspection, it was clear that Zhang Yang was desperately pursuing Ning Yuan, who was effortlessly fending him off. Moreover, while exchanging blows with Zhang Yang, Ning Yuan was also chatting with Chen Yu Xin.
"Police sister, take a look at this guy. He often says that hands are two doors, and feet are one root. As long as the two hands know how to cooperate, seize the opportunity, they will definitely be a double-edged shield, impenetrable."
"Look, this move, step to the left, body naturally opens up, his original frontal attack becomes a side attack, strength naturally weakens, just right to counterattack in sync, and also can spare a kick."
Ningyuan spoke as he fought, and after seven or eight minutes, Zhangyang finally couldn't take it anymore. He stepped out of the ring with a bitter smile and said, "Little brother is indeed formidable, I'm not your match, I've completely become a sparring partner."
At first, Zhang Yang really looked down on Ning Yuan. Although Ning Yuan took down Chen Yu Xin with one move, Chen's kung fu was far inferior to his own, and he could have taken him down just as easily.
But as soon as he fought with Ningyuan, he finally understood that Ningyuan was not ordinary, controlling the rhythm of his attack all along, not only could easily withstand his attacks, but also had time to explain to Chen Yuxin, this... This simply shocked Zhang Yang.
"Zhang's kung fu isn't bad either, but most of it is unorthodox. It just needs to be systematically honed and he can make further progress." Ning Yuan said with a smile.
"My skills were all honed on the battlefield, emphasizing one-hit kills. And since I was injured and retired from the army, my body is far from its former state." Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Kung fu is not just for killing, it can also be used to nourish the body." Ning walked up to Zhang Yang's side and gently patted his shoulder twice, saying softly: "Brother Zhang, if you don't mind, when you have time, come find me and I'll teach you a set of internal fist techniques. Within half a year, I guarantee your internal injuries will heal."
"Recovery!"
Zhang Yang was taken aback and looked at Ning Yuan with surprise and delight, asking: "Is this true? Can my internal injury really be cured?"
"Haha, naturally, I forgot to tell you, I'm still a doctor." Ning Yuan chuckled and looked at Chen Yuxin: "Police sister, are you coming again?"
"Come."
Chen Yuxin snorted, not waiting for Ning Yuan to prepare, and pounced forward, throwing a punch at Ning Yuan. Ning Yuan sidestepped lightly and grabbed Chen Yuxin's wrist with one hand, giving it a gentle push that sent Chen Yuxin flying three meters away. He smiled blandly and said, "Come again."
"Hmmph!"
Chen Yuxin let out a cold snort and pounced again, but unfortunately it was still just one move. This time, however, Ning Yuan went easy on him, only sending him flying back about a meter.
The two of them went back and forth like this, with Ningyuan starting to practice in a way that was like an adult teasing a child. Chen Yuxin's temperament was also unyielding, not admitting defeat at all, and Ningyuan would occasionally point out a thing or two, slowly her movements began to take shape, looking more and more like the real thing.
Zhang Yang watched in amazement on the sidelines, he could fight, but absolutely couldn't do it as effortlessly as Ning Yuan, with a light touch and precise control of his strength.
Ning Yuan and Chen Yuxin practiced and suddenly felt that their moves had a natural and effortless feeling, although still light and casual, but the movements were even more random and unpredictable. Chen Yuxin attacked, he didn't even need to look, he could tell what Chen Yuxin's next move would be.
Bang!
The two men unknowingly fought for half an hour, Chen Yuxin launched another attack, Ningyuan lightly swung his arm and unexpectedly sent Chen Yuxin flying more than three meters away, almost stumbling to the ground.
"Bastard." Chen Yuxin was also hit by Ningyuan and got angry, scolding loudly, wanting to move forward, but was caught by Zhang Yang.
"Don't move, he seems different somehow."
Reminded by Zhang Yang, Chen Yuxin also found that Ningyuan was indeed a bit different. At this time, Ningyuan's eyes were looking forward, but seemed to have no focus, his feet kept moving lightly, and his hands kept slowly gesturing, but there was no exaggerated movement.
"What's wrong with him? Is he okay?" Chen Yuxin asked Zhang Yang with some concern.
"I'm not sure either, but it looks like nothing's wrong?" Zhang Yang said somewhat uncertainly.
Just as Zhang Yang's voice fell, Ning Yuan, who had been lightly gesturing in place, suddenly let out a loud shout and leapt high into the air. In one glance, he spotted a sandbag not far away, and with a swift movement, his palm landed squarely on the sandbag suspended in mid-air.
Bang!
The sandbag that had been struck by Ningyuan's palm suddenly burst open, and the sand inside flew everywhere, filling the entire training ground with a sandy haze.
"All the police present, including Zhang Yang and Chen Yuxin, were all agape, their faces frozen in stunned expressions, some of them finding it hard to believe that one person's strength could be so overwhelming."
These sandbags were specially made for military use and could withstand at least 400-500 kilograms of force, yet Ning Yuan was able to burst them with just one punch.
After striking this palm, Ningyuan's eyes also regained their luster, and a hint of joy appeared on his face. He muttered to himself: "This is the Dark Power, it's indeed formidable. This one palm strike has at least 500 catties of power."
PS: Ningyuan broke through the spiritual form, and also cultivated dark energy. The Southeast Treasure Appraisal Conference will become even more exciting. Book friends, for Ningyuan, cast your precious vote!