Over the past month, Wang Longhu has been training martial arts atop cliffs and beneath the sea, constantly facing extreme danger and contending with the forces of nature.
Particularly on the day when Typhoon Coral made landfall with its fiercest gale and torrential rain, he was thirty meters deep under the sea, harnessing the power of the ocean’s undercurrents to comprehend the Dark Force and temper his internal organs. A single misstep could have swept him into the abyss, costing him his life.
Having undergone such experiences, his mind mirrors the heavens and the earth, and his intent becomes his martial intent. How could he tolerate provocations against himself?
If someone dares to provoke and cause trouble, then fight—fight until his fearsome reputation spreads far and wide, striking terror into anyone who hears of it.
"Don’t get cocky with me!" Guo Shenggang flings his arms and strides toward Wang Longhu, aiming a punch at Wang Longhu’s side face.
Wang Longhu raises his arm to meet the opponent’s punch with his elbow and uses one hand to push aside Guo Shenggang’s other hand, then follows with a reverse chop, striking the man’s cheek with a palm.
Although he didn’t exert his full strength, the power behind Wang Longhu’s casual strike was more than any ordinary martial artist could withstand.
Guo Shenggang suddenly felt a flash of white in front of his eyes, his consciousness became hazy, as if he had been struck not by a palm but by an iron hammer.
Seeing the man’s body sway from his strike, Wang Longhu sends out a hook punch, hitting Guo Shenggang right in the chest, his entire body lifted off the ground by the force, shocking the surrounding onlookers, who instinctively gaped in amazement.
Scenes resembling movie special effects—who among them had ever witnessed anything in reality?
Before Guo Shenggang could fly back, Wang Longhu steps forward and presses a palm onto Guo Shenggang’s chest, his entire arm’s muscles instantly surging with force like a coiled dragon, veins bulging.
Like a Heaven-Flipping Seal, Wang Longhu presses down with his palm, pinning the 190cm man onto the ground with force from above.
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Guo Shenggang saw white in front of his eyes, spraying several streams of blood from his mouth, and fainted on the spot.
The marble floor beneath him cracked with multiple fractures, a clear testament to the ferocity of Wang Longhu’s blow.
The whole venue went silent, not a single sound was heard.
The few who came alongside Guo Shenggang to flaunt their power were completely dumbfounded, standing there not daring to move, unable to utter a word.
"Sky-reaching Cannon—he just used the Little Frame Heaven-Reaching Palm from Baji Fist..." A few seconds later, one of Guo Shenggang’s companions couldn’t help but mutter tremulously.
These people followed Zhang Jinbao from the north, whose strongest martial art is Bazi Boxing—they naturally would learn a bit here and there.
As the seventh move of the Little Frame in Baji Fist, they recognized Wang Longhu’s use of the move the moment he displayed it.
But the power of Wang Longhu’s Sky-reaching Cannon was so different from their understanding, it was almost like a demonized version.
Finishing the movement and exhaling, Wang Longhu looked at Guo Shenggang lying on the ground with eyes rolling back, blood streaming from his mouth, and his gaze contained some boredom.
Ever since his all-out battle with Nalan Lei, encounters below that level failed to pique Wang Longhu’s interest, let alone make him unleash his full strength.
The Sky-reaching Cannon, as the name suggests, is meant to reach the sky, and the martial artist should thrust upward, targeting the opponent’s chin—a very dangerous move.
Wang Longhu knew that his proper Sky-reaching Cannon would be too much for Guo Shenggang’s cervical spine, and he feared one palm strike would snap his entire spinal column, so he changed the move to strike the chest, pushing from top to bottom.
In truth, this couldn’t really be called Sky-reaching Cannon—Earth Covering Palm would be more appropriate.
However, martial arts are things with various unique methods from different schools and styles, like Baji Fist, Eight Trigrams Palm, Xingyi Boxing, and others. As long as they pass through the hands of different renowned grandmasters, new variations and transformations will emerge.
Although they remain under those names, each display may have some subtle differences.
For example, Baji Fist has eight killer moves: Yama’s Three-Point Hand, Overlord Breaks the Rein, Face the Gate with No Regard, Seal Sunlight Palm, Sky-reaching Cannon, Hard Opening from Left and Right, Golden Oriole Double Claw, Fierce Tiger Mountain Climbing.
In some areas, the eight killer moves of Baji Fist are: Fierce Tiger Catches Sheep, Bear Leans Hard, Purple Swallow Through the Curtain, Black Dragon Enters the Cave, Monkey Seizes Food, Agile Dog in Battle, Hungry Hawk Catches Rabbit, Quail Rushes Forward.
Though names and execution may vary, the essence of their fighting styles are remarkably similar.
The same is true for the three major internal boxing styles; as long as a famous master theorizes their internal boxing and unique techniques, it can bear the name of Internal Boxing, establishing a sect and creating a unique mark.
Hence today, there are so many styles like X Family Tai Chi, XX School Tai Chi, X Family Eight Trigrams Palm, XX School Eight Trigrams Palm, X Family Xingyi Boxing, XX School Xingyi Boxing.
With so many styles, at the essence, they still stem from the three major internal boxing roots, so they don’t count as truly self-created martial arts.
"Carry him back; he definitely can’t work for half a year. If you want to seek justice, next time bring the strongest one in your group right away; don’t make me fight from weak to strong one by one. I don’t enjoy leveling up by fighting."
Wang Longhu walked up to Zheng Dongliang, took his steaming food tray from his mouth, addressing Guo Shenggang’s companions.
From the beginning of the confrontation to its end, the entire process didn’t last more than a minute, yet what unfolded surpassed the imaginations of everyone present.
Wang Longhu, as if he were a fearsome deity, with one move struck terror into all present.