activa-t Chapter 58 Where to Escape?
Chapter 58 Where to Escape?
Even the slightest difference in timing, strength, or mindset can become an insurmountable barrier in a life-or-death struggle.
In a flash, he slipped and his body moved like a fish, passing through the gaps between the powerful forces.
Then, with a sudden movement of his waist and stance, he met the Bajiquan master's sinking elbow, stepped into the center, and seized the Hongmen.
Just before the elbow struck his body, Zhou Xing twisted his waist, narrowly avoiding the blow. At the same time, his right hand, in a "spreading" motion, blocked the fierce strike of the Hung Kuen fighter. Upon contact with the fist, he turned, transforming the spread into a circle.
Using this parry and a pull, he spun around and cut inside the Hung Kuen man's side.
The Hung Kuen fighter missed his target with his punch, having used up all his strength, leaving his center wide open.
Zhou Xing pulled his right hand back, clenched his fist, and flicked his forearm like a spring.
Sun-shaped punch.
Short, crisp, and fast.
"puff!"
The fist struck the Hung Kuen man squarely in the right chest.
The man groaned, staggered back five or six steps, and collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest, his face as white as paper, struggling to breathe.
The third.
Seeing his companion fall, the Bajiquan master's eyes widened in anger. He changed his elbow into a fist and unleashed a "Fierce Tiger Climbing the Mountain" strike that slammed down on the head and face!
Zhou Xing neither dodged nor avoided the punch, but instead took half a step forward to meet it.
The two characters "钳羊马" (qiáng yán mǎ) signify "taking root on the ground."
The right hand "blocks" upwards, and the moment it touches the wrist, the five fingers snap shut, locking it like an iron clamp.
At the same time, he twisted his waist and hips, and the force rose from the ground, passed through his spine and shoulders, and his left hand, palm together, struck him in the ribs with lightning speed.
The Bajiquan master trembled violently. His punch, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, froze in mid-air. He collapsed to his knees like a deflated sack, large beads of sweat rolling down his face.
the fourth.
"You've got a tough one! Don't hold back!"
Yan Qing shouted urgently, his movements fluid and he circled behind Zhou Xing, his palms flying, aiming at the back of Zhou Xing's head and back.
The Pi Gua boxing master and the Cha Quan man also pounced from both sides. The Pi Gua boxing was powerful and sweeping, while the Cha Quan punches were like dragons, with palm winds and fist shadows sealing off all of Zhou Xing's space to dodge left and right.
Chen Heming, facing him directly, suddenly made a move, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.
With a swift, unpredictable movement, he instantly cut into the open space in front of Zhou Xing.
Tongbei Quan emphasizes "cold, springy, crisp, and fast." His right arm snapped out like the tip of a whip, tearing through the air with a crisp "snap" sound, aiming straight for Zhou Xing's throat!
A three-pronged attack.
Zhou Xing took a deep breath.
The fisherman's strength shifted rapidly, his pores hardened like soybeans, his body hairs opened, and his senses were heightened to the extreme at that moment.
He heard the wind from the palm brushing past the back of his neck, felt the slight tremor of the shoulder muscles caused by the fist and palm, and caught the creaking vibration of the blue bricks under his feet as he stepped.
And from the front, there's Chen Heming's whip-like hand, the sharpness gathered at his fingertips.
Time seemed to slow down.
Under extreme pressure, he seemed to return to that night, in harmony with nature, fishing for the moon under the moon.
The Fishing Toad Force circulates rapidly within the body, suddenly becoming clear and unobstructed. The entire body feels light and relaxed, and the breathing technique breaks through its bottleneck, advancing to a new level.
He turned his left toes inward, twisting his waist accordingly.
The twisting was slow, yet extremely natural, as if one were stepping on an invisible circle.
The Eight Trigrams "Koubai Step".
As his body twisted, it seemed to move left but actually right, dodging most of Yan Qing's palm strike. At the same time, his right arm moved backward with a "pillow hand" to parry the final real attack.
Using the recoil from that step, Zhou Xing slid half a step to the right, just managing to dodge the downward strike of the Pi Gua Palm. The Pi Gua Boxing master missed his target with a single palm strike, and his body leaned forward.
Zhou Xing's right foot, which had slid out, hooked out smoothly, and his toes touched the back of Zhou Xing's supporting leg's knee.
The Pi Gua boxing master cried out "Ouch!" and fell forward.
the fifth.
The Chaquan fighter missed his punch, and seeing his companion fall to the ground, he roared angrily, changed his fist into a claw, and grabbed at Zhou Xing's shoulder.
Without turning back, listening to the wind to pinpoint the location, he thrust his left elbow backward, striking the wrist squarely.
The man with the Chaquan style recoiled in pain, and Zhou Xing seized the opportunity to turn around, his right "biao zhi" (a type of finger strike) striking towards the man's Adam's apple with lightning speed.
The man looked up in horror, but Zhou Xing's outstretched hand suddenly changed direction and slashed downwards, the edge of his palm striking the man's collarbone.
"Click."
The man with the Chaquan style of martial arts screamed and fell to the ground.
sixth.
All of this happened too fast; from the moment Yan Qing, the boxer, circled around to the moment the man with the Chaquan style fell to the ground, only two or three breaths had passed.
As Chen Heming shifted his position, his determined whip finally reached Zhou Xing.
Zhou Xing's twisting and sliding step just now, besides dodging attacks from both sides, also missed the timing of this whip strike by a hair's breadth.
It's just a millimeter.
Instead of retreating, Zhou Xing advanced when facing Chen Heming.
He raised his left hand to meet Chen Heming's wrist.
Chen Heming sneered, flicked his wrist, and his whip hand, like a nimble snake, raised its head, bypassed the "spread hand," and still pecked at Zhou Xing's throat.
But Zhou Xing's "shrugging" was just a feint.
The moment Chen Heming changed his move, Zhou Xing moved his right hand.
With five fingers clenched together, like a crane's beak or a snake's tongue, it struck first, striking Chen Heming's forearm at the "Ximen" acupoint the instant his whipping hand lost its strength.
"Well!"
Chen Heming's entire arm went numb as if struck by lightning, and his sharp whip hand fell limply to his sides. All color drained from his face, and fear appeared in his eyes for the first time.
His eye twitched, he gritted his teeth, turned and was about to rush towards the gate!
"Trying to leave?"
Zhou Xing raised an eyebrow.
The inn ruined his harmony with nature, the meeting was sarcastic and provocative, and he still wants to escape?
His outstretched hand slid down, gripping Chen Heming's wrist and pulling him towards his chest. Chen Heming's body involuntarily swayed.
Zhou Xing loosened his grip, twisted his waist and hips, and his foot leaped out from the ground, a flower hidden beneath the leaves, striking his lower dantian.
A hidden force surged forth, penetrating like a drill!
"puff."
Chen Heming's body trembled violently, as if he had been electrocuted. His eyes rolled back, he foamed at the mouth, and blood seeped from his genitals.
With the dantian and qi sea destroyed, the Ren meridian is severely damaged, the foundation is ruined, and it will be difficult to gather qi and exert force from now on, and physiological functions will also be ruined.
Completely and utterly ruined.
Upon seeing this, many people gasped and instinctively clenched their legs, as if that foot had landed on them.
the seventh.
Zhou Xing pulled his leg back, turned around, and looked at the remaining three people.
The Yan Qing boxer was already terrified. When he saw Zhou Xing's gaze sweep over, he let out a strange cry and turned to disappear into the crowd.
The eighth.
Only two people remained in the arena, both possessing hidden strength.
Tai Chi Chuan, by Sun Kuohai.
Bajiquan, Wu Liuzhi.
The two, one still and one moving, one gentle and one strong, stood side by side, their eyes solemn.
Sun Kuohai slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and his cloud-hand technique was activated again, his breath long and steady.
"Master Zhou...you're very skilled."
Wu Liuzhi didn't speak, but slowly moved his neck, his joints making a soft "crack" sound. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, locking onto Zhou Xing.
The light from the gas lamp shone down, casting long shadows of the three people on the blue brick ground, swaying slightly.
The theater was so quiet that you could hear the crackling of the burning lamp wick.
All the onlookers held their breath and stared wide-eyed.
On the second floor, Gong Baotian stopped spinning the walnut in his hand. Zhang Zhankui held his teacup in mid-air, forgetting to put it down.
Li Xingjie leaned forward, his hands resting on the armrests of the chair, concentrating intently.
Ip Man kept his eyes closed, his expression calm, and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.
Gong Er looked at the figure in the arena, whose fingers were gently twirling a cold copper button beneath the dark green sleeves of his robe.
Zhang Pinyou clenched his fists, his palms sweating. The officer beside him, his eyes gleaming, whispered:
"A promising talent."
In the field.
Zhou Xing slowly adjusted his breathing. Although he had not been seriously injured after defeating seven people in a row, his physical strength and mental energy had been greatly depleted.
The "Fish-Catching Strength" circulated within his body, gently nourishing his aching muscles.
Perhaps out of pride in their status, they disdained to participate in the siege.
The remaining two are the tough nuts to crack.
Sun Kuohai's internal strength is profound, and his Tai Chi skills have reached a state of perfection. His sticky and entangled force is difficult to deal with.
Wu Liuzhi... This man had a deep and calm aura, and sharp eyes. He hadn't made a move yet, as if he was observing something.
Zhou Xing sensed a similarity between him and Liu Yishou, and with the "fake Guo Zhen".
"please."
Zhou Xing clasped his hands in a fist salute once more.
Sun Kuohai nodded, his feet neither too far apart nor too far apart, and his hands slowly drew an arc.
He stepped forward, his pace extremely slow, but his cloud hands became faster, one yin and one yang, like two live fish, stirring the air in the arena.
He moved close to Zhou Xing, and with a "peng" force from his left hand, he stuck to Zhou Xing's right arm.
Zhou Xing suddenly felt his right arm sink, as if it were wrapped in a wet cotton rope, his strength being pulled and drawn to the side involuntarily.
Tai Chi coiling energy.
He didn't struggle, but instead slid his right arm down to dissipate the binding force, while his left palm, like a knife, pierced towards Sun Kuohai's throat.
Wing Chun symbol.
Sun Kuohai used his right hand to "straighten" the pointer, but did not take a step back. He slightly turned his waist and hips, and his left shoulder was already close to Zhou Xing's chest.
Tai Chi relies on strength; it may appear soft and yielding, but it is actually as powerful as a giant wave crashing against the shore.
Zhou Xingting had already activated his internal energy. His chest and abdominal muscles tightened instantly, his heels pushed off the ground, and his body slid back half a foot to avoid the impact.
Sun Kuohai's forceful strike missed, but he didn't stop. He twisted his waist, and his right arm, like a whip, brought a powerful spiraling force, striking straight at his chest!
Tai Chi Single Whip.
Accumulate power like drawing a bow, release power like shooting an arrow.
This punch combines softness and strength, transforming the coiling energy into explosive power!
The force of the punch pierced the air with a whooshing sound.
Zhou Xing's eyes narrowed, and instead of retreating, he advanced, stepping into the center of the body. His right hand "spread out" to meet the fist, but upon contact, it turned into a circle, deflecting the explosive force by three points.
At the same time, his left fist shot out from under his ribs, short and swift as lightning, aiming straight for Sun Kuohai's heart.
Sun-shaped punch, Wing Chun's inch-force.
Sun Kuohai pressed down with his left hand, blocking the inch-force, and the two men's arms crossed with a crisp "snap".
Instantly separate.
Sun Kuohai took half a step back, and the blue brick beneath his feet cracked with a soft "crack." A slight blush crossed his face, but quickly subsided.
Zhou Xing also took a half step back, his breathing slightly disordered. His opponent's internal force was profound, and his Tai Chi force was even more rounded and continuous, making it difficult to break.
The two stood still again, no more than five feet apart.
The light from the gas lamp cast the shadows of the two men on the ground, almost overlapping.
"it is good."
Sun Kuohai exhaled slowly, "Wing Chun's inch-force technique lives up to its name."
"Master Sun's Tai Chi hammer is quite powerful."
Zhou Xing said.