Ren Yuanhao's words immediately drew peals of laughter from the entire audience.
"Is this kid under too much pressure, so he's deliberately using his wit to regain some confidence?"
"No, I always feel like Young Master Jiang is targeting this kid."
"You mean, this person might be Young Master Jiang's arch-nemesis? Don't kid me, this guy is just a new character, right?"
The crowd buzzed with discussion, but even Yang Lingxue and Ye Lan didn't know him thoroughly. Perhaps, only Shen Lannni knew his combat strength, and of course, the senior disciple far away in the primeval forest.
Jiang Cheng's verbal sparring skills were not inferior to Ren Yuanhao's. After being provoked like this, he was clearly agitated, his expression becoming more ferocious.
"This is bad. Wuyin's emotions are completely controlled by the opponent. Agitation is the greatest taboo for a fighter. Who exactly is this person named Ren Yuanhao?"
Jiang Cheng's father, Jiang Ziheng, sat in the center seat of the chief judge, his brow furrowed, feeling quite uneasy.
Ren Yuanhao calmly took out the gum wrapper and was about to wrap up the chewed gum when Jiang Cheng suddenly attacked. His fist wind was fierce, his steps were like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he unleashed a "Two Dragons Emerging from the Sea," aiming straight for Ren Yuanhao's chest!
"What's the rush?"
Ren Yuanhao stuffed the wrapper into his pocket and, seeing the fierce fist wind approaching, remained unhurried. He took a step back and immediately spat the tasteless gum towards Jiang Cheng's fist.
Jiang Cheng, focused solely on aiming for his vital points and committed to the attack, hadn't noticed the projectile from the opponent's mouth. The gum had quite a bit of force, like a speeding bullet, sticking directly to his fist. Ren Yuanhao, with a潇洒 (xiaosǎ - elegant, uninhibited) half-turn, narrowly dodged the dual-fist attack.
"Damn it, you bastard, you dare to cheat!" Jiang Cheng's face turned pale, and he kept pulling at the disgusting gum with his other hand, finding it took some effort to peel it off his hand.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Young Master Jiang, if you wanted gum, you could have just said so. I have plenty of candy in my pocket. Why snatch the one I've already chewed?
As soon as he said this, a burst of uncontrollable laughter erupted from the crowd.
It's said that outsiders look at the moves, while insiders look at the skill. How could Jiang Ziheng and the others not understand how subtle Ren Yuanhao's dodge was, and how precise his timing was? What was even more terrifying was that the gum could stick to his son's fist.
This internal energy was truly astonishing!
"My son might suffer some hardship this time, but defeating Wuyin is not that easy," Jiang Ziheng's brows relaxed slightly. As a family with a martial arts tradition, how could the Jiang family not have some foundation?
At this moment, the cheers from the audience below surged like waves. The faint fragrance of the camphor trees in the park was invigorating. Ren Yuanhao always had a smile on his face, not initiating any moves, nor striking any fighting stances. He strolled leisurely, as if appreciating flowers and admiring the moon, with uninhibited ease.
The more relaxed he was, the more impatient Jiang Cheng became. He was greatly surprised: this kid was beaten to the point of spitting blood yesterday, and with Zhang Liang's underhanded scheming, his injuries should have been quite severe. How could he be like nothing happened?
However, on second thought, it was best that his body was fine. Jiang Cheng intended to disgrace him legitimately on the ring!
With this thought, Jiang Cheng suddenly changed his fist into a palm, tapped his toes, and aligned his waist and stance. He attacked again with a surge of power. His palm wind was forceful, directly pushing towards Ren Yuanhao's chest. Seeing this, Ren Yuanhao extended his right hand diagonally, using lateral force to deflect the opponent's palm strike. Hindered by his opponent, Jiang Cheng, using the forward momentum to the right, took a step forward. His movement was swift, his momentum like the wind. His right palm turned into a fist and struck directly at Ren Yuanhao's side abdomen!
They countered each other's moves, their actions becoming faster and faster. The sounds of fists and feet striking and patting were incessant. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged over ten blows. The crowd felt their hearts pound, and their eyes could no longer keep up with their offensive exchanges.
Shen Lannni had already sat between Ye Lan and Yang Lingxue. The two people beside her were clueless about martial arts. They only felt that the two were constantly probing and not exerting their full strength, making them anxious and curious, constantly bothering Shen Lannni, trying to extract insider information from her.
"Although they appear to not be exerting their full strength, every move is perilous. If they are not careful and the opponent seizes an opportunity, they will likely suffer a great loss."
Although Shen Lannni said this, she didn't show any worry on her face for the moment. After all, Ren Yuanhao was repeatedly in perilous situations yesterday under the senior disciple's relentless pursuit, yet he managed to escape. This level of engagement was not too strenuous for him.
And at this moment, Ren Yuanhao and Jiang Cheng simultaneously turned their palms into fists, and both unleashed inch-force!
The collision of their fists suddenly erupted with a thunderous sound. Both men retreated several steps. Ren Yuanhao shook his right hand and flexed his finger joints. Although his face showed no expression, the pain from his knuckles was piercing.
Jiang Cheng was even more shocked. The method for practicing this inch-force was taught to him by Master Yun Qinghe, whom his father had invited. Yet, this opponent had also mastered it flawlessly. After a moment of thought, he realized it must have been taught to him by that bitch Shen Lannni, as Yun Qinghe was Shen Lannni's master!
"Surprised? Unexpected?"
Ren Yuanhao deliberately put on a very unpleasant and distressed expression, fanning his nostrils: "Young Master Jiang, I worked extremely hard when practicing this move. I wonder if it was just as foul-smelling when you practiced it?"
"Noisy!"
Jiang Cheng naturally couldn't stand Ren Yuanhao's taunts. He stomped heavily, and his fist wind surged like crashing waves, exactly the family boxing technique passed down from the Jiang family ancestors, called "Raging Waves"!
Seeing Jiang Cheng unleash his family's secret technique with astonishing momentum, the crowd below began to exclaim again, their applause thunderous.
Some young girls were infatuated, raising their phones and rapidly pressing the shutter, wishing they could save the cool fight between the two in their phones.
Zhang Yingfang stared intently at Ren Yuanhao, her face pale. Seeing him being forced to retreat repeatedly, she unconsciously clenched her fists, her brow furrowed. Naturally, she was more worried about his injuries than the outcome of the match.
"I think that kid can't withstand this barrage of punches."
"Indeed, Raging Waves is said to be a secret technique of the Jiang family, not passed down to outsiders. The boxing technique is like waves, one layer higher than the next. Once the layers accumulate sufficient power, it's like a tide crashing against a dam. If that kid doesn't act, I'm afraid he's in trouble."
"If that kid doesn't take action to interrupt or dodge, and allows him to accumulate power, it's indeed not good."
The crowd discussed, and in their minds, this seemingly suspenseful match might have already concluded.