If you end up bedridden for two or three months, that will be your best outcome.
Otherwise, if Wang Longhu goes for the kill, you’ll be lying not in a bed, but in a morgue.
"I haven’t had any dispute with him; it was purely your people who attacked me first, provoked me, and even tried to get me to pay 2000 to join you. I know you won’t believe it, or even if you do believe, you’ll still come looking for trouble with me. Otherwise, you all won’t be able to swallow this grievance."
Wang Longhu handed his tray to Zheng Dongliang, asking him to hold it for him.
Then, Wang Longhu moved to an open space nearby, gestured, and said calmly, "All of you come at me together. If you want to avenge your brother and vent your anger, it’s up to your skills. I’m giving you this opportunity now."
Ever since Wang Longhu tempered his inner organs with Dark Force, his voice had become extremely loud and sonorous; when he spoke loudly, it was like ringing a brass bell, deafening.
This was because his inner organs had not yet reached perfection, his skill was insufficient; once he achieved mastery, he would be able to control it at will and return to normal.
At this moment, everyone eating in the canteen turned their gaze over, surprised at the commotion caused by Wang Longhu.
Who is this? Such arrogance!
Guo Shenggang’s eyes suddenly focused; he acknowledged Wang Longhu as a master, but he had great confidence in his own abilities.
A Martial Artist is arrogant; who would easily consider themselves inferior to others? If you are this timid, you might as well change careers early; you simply won’t reach a high level of skill.
Just as Wang Longhu finished speaking, Guo Shenggang immediately strode forward: "Young man, you’re a bit too arrogant; it’s better to be humble."
Martial Artists, even if they start training young, typically reach their peak physical condition between 25-35 years old, and after 35, they start to decline; no amount of maintenance can stop it.
However, those who train Internal Boxing to a profound level can extend their prime by seven to eight years.
Guo Shenggang, at 33, was in his prime for fighting. He was very confident that not many people in the community could beat him.
Among the many practitioners at the Zheng family’s factory, only three made Guo Shenggang feel challenged as opponents; he didn’t believe he would be unlucky enough to encounter a fourth just by coming to cause trouble. How could such a coincidence happen?
"Go ahead." Wang Longhu stood proudly, his gaze calm.
In the next second, a sturdy figure stepped forward, causing the ground to hum. Guo Shenggang’s double elbows extended like a bull’s horns, crashing toward Wang Longhu’s front.
This was the Baji Fist, the "Double Elbow Strike to Open the Door!"
When masters exchange blows, there are only three ways to handle it: blocking, dodging, or receiving. Blocking usually involves neutralizing force, meaning pushing away, shifting, or deflecting the opponent’s attack.
Dodging involves sidestepping left or right, or retreating half a step; unless one wants to flee, one wouldn’t voluntarily withdraw too far.
Receiving is more domineering, exchanging punches with punches or kicks with kicks. A Martial Artist who doesn’t have sufficient confidence in their strength and body wouldn’t easily receive a strike; otherwise, the consequences could be very severe. The source of thɪs content is NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt
The Baji Fist is renowned for its ferocious boxing style; the elbow strike is the fiercest of the fierce, leaving a regular person gasping for breath after being hit.
Guo Shenggang’s opening move was this deadly strike, aimed at forcing Wang Longhu to retreat and dampen his momentum.
In a martial artist’s exchange, the initial aura is crucial; retreating half a step is conceding half a step, which would give a master an opportunity to crush their opponent until they are defeated.
The Baji Fist asserts that when the enemy advances, I advance; when the enemy retreats, I advance—it is all about aggression.
Once the opponent’s momentum weakens, the Baji Fist’s terrifying nature is fully unleashed.
As Guo Shenggang closed in, Wang Longhu did not retreat but advanced, stepping forward and aligning his bent arms with elbows, meeting Guo Shenggang’s double elbow strike head-on.
With a solid horse stance, a surge of Dark Force erupted from Wang Longhu’s feet, instantly cracking the marble floor. Starting from Wang Longhu’s feet, spiderweb-like fractures spread in all directions.
Guo Shenggang felt his arms go numb; it was as if he had hit a stone wall. The whole person was immediately sent reeling, while Wang Longhu stood motionless, as steady as a mountain.
"What?!" Guo Shenggang exclaimed in shock, disbelief etched on his face.
As a Martial Artist who has practiced the Baji Fist for nine years, before coming to the Zheng family’s factory, he spent his days in the gym, constantly training his muscles, grip strength, and arm strength.
In practicing the Baji Fist, he wrapped his fists in cloth and struck red bricks; whether in terms of the impact force of his fists or the hardness of his bones, he far exceeded ordinary Martial Artists.
Even the factory’s three stronger small group leaders might not be able to receive Guo Shenggang’s iron arms so calmly.
Wang Longhu stared at Guo Shenggang, slowly lifting his feet from the footprints he had made.
Since achieving mastery in the Three Forms, his solid foundation was such that even two horses couldn’t move him—he was as immovable as a mountain.
Guo Shenggang hadn’t even touched Ming Jin; he couldn’t exert the force of a single horse, so how could he possibly shake Wang Longhu?
"You’re not up to par; if you want trouble with me, send someone stronger." Wang Longhu assumed a Xingyi attack stance, a hint of fire in his eyes: "Otherwise, I fear I might kill you."
To refine essence into Qi, and Qi into spirit.
Refining Qi into spirit means Qi influences one’s will; when a person’s will changes, it manifests in their behavior and character.