341: Chapter 341 [He who moves first is the teacher, he who moves after is the disciple] Second update!
341: Chapter 341 [He who moves first is the teacher, he who moves after is the disciple] Second update!
Second update!
Gu Shaoqing was fast, but Ye Chenfeng was even faster.
By the time Gu Shaoqing’s fierce attack was imminent, Ye Chenfeng had already completed two actions: turning around and launching a counterattack.
“Bang!”
It was like a spark hitting the earth, producing a sound as dull and thunderous as thunder.
As Gu Shaoqing’s whip leg swept across, Ye Chenfeng’s legs, like scissors, firmly clamped down on Gu Shaoqing’s single leg and twisted violently with the momentum.
With a booming sound, Gu Shaoqing was flipped to the ground by Ye Chenfeng!
The entire arena shook violently, as if it was about to collapse.
“What is this?” Gu Shaoqing, lying on the ground, had an incredulous look on his face, never expecting Ye Chenfeng to bring him down so easily.
Ye Chenfeng snorted coldly, “It’s just simple Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, a basic skill possessed by special forces around the world.
How could the future successor of the Six Fan Sect not recognize it?”
“You…” Gu Shaoqing, furious, his face ashen, immediately tried to break free from Ye Chenfeng.
Hmm?
But he found that Ye Chenfeng’s legs were like cement, firmly pinning him down with no chance to escape.
Strike while the enemy is sick, take his life.
Ye Chenfeng’s eyes narrowed, a glint emanating from them as he suddenly pounced forward.
His body descended from above, and his right arm, bending like the Tyrant Elbow, came crashing down with a bang.
Gu Shaoqing was shocked.
In his retina, a huge dark shadow appeared, covering his vision completely.
The weighty Tyrant Elbow, with the momentum of thunderous force, was meant to smash Gu Shaoqing into vomiting blood.
“Bang!”
But the next second, Ye Chenfeng was also taken aback.
Because his elbow couldn’t advance any further, Gu Shaoqing had, at that crucial moment, extended two fingers, blocking Ye Chenfeng’s elbow with sheer strength.
“Boom!”
A cold smirk appeared on the corner of Ye Chenfeng’s mouth, and as his elbow stopped advancing, his body suddenly swiveled to the left, his left shoulder slamming into Gu Shaoqing’s body.
“Pfft!”
An unexpected turn of events occurred, Gu Shaoqing didn’t have the time to react and was struck by Ye Chenfeng, causing him to spit out blood.
“You’re wounded?” Ye Chenfeng sneered mockingly and, with his body still pressing on Gu Shaoqing, remarked that such a position would be quite normal for a man and a woman, but for two grown men, the scene was a bit too beautiful.
Gu Shaoqing felt his pride being trampled on, his gaze stern and murderous as he stared at Ye Chenfeng.
“Break!”
Gu Shaoqing suddenly let out a roar, and a strength surged through his body like a Divine Dragon swinging its tail.
He actually managed to shake off Ye Chenfeng.
This was pure brute force, not True Qi, nor Gang Qi.
Earlier, Gu Shaoqing had said the contest would be purely based on hand-to-hand martial arts, so neither of them would use any enhancements in their fights.
“Not bad, kid, but still not good enough!” Ye Chenfeng deliberately provoked Gu Shaoqing.
Gu Shaoqing wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth and adopted a combat stance: “Continue!”
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”
Gu Shaoqing stepped forward, moving in a way that was ethereal and elusive—as though he was visible but intangible, a very bizarre footwork.
Ye Chenfeng launched a series of attacks but kept missing, while Gu Shaoqing landed a punch on him.
Ye Chenfeng roared, continuing to strike at Gu Shaoqing, but he couldn’t catch any trace of him and instead was repeatedly hit by Gu Shaoqing’s attacks, showing signs of panic on his face.
Seizing this opportunity, Gu Shaoqing shifted from defense to offense, determined to knock down Ye Chenfeng.
Little did he know, a triumphant smile appeared on the corner of Ye Chenfeng’s mouth.
Feigning desperation, Ye Chenfeng delighted Gu Shaoqing even more, making his attacks fiercer.
Retreating continuously, Ye Chenfeng was pressed by Gu Shaoqing to the position of the railing.
“Go down for me!” Gu Shaoqing, his face lit up with delight, charged forward viciously.
“My turn now!”
Before his words faded away, Ye Chenfeng no longer dodged but instead faced the onslaught head-on.
The initiator is the teacher, the reactor is the disciple.
All the evading he had done was to create the opportunity for an even more aggressive attack now.
In this round of attacks, Ye Chenfeng fought like a madman, his barrage as relentless as a tempest, fists and feet pouring down like a torrential rain, the arena completely filled with a succession of afterimages.
Although Ye Chenfeng’s moves appeared chaotic, they were actually well-calculated with a strong sense of rhythm.
Striking, rushing in, hitting with the arms, elbowing, striking with the hips, kicking, punching, high and low strikes, follow-through and cross strikes, stepping forward to hit, using the momentum to strike—all sorts of techniques combined flawlessly, clever moves and sheer power and speed fused together.
Although Gu Shaoqing was not versed in Combat Techniques, his skills were not lacking at all.
When kicks came, he would lift his knee; when punches came, he would deflect with his elbow; going with the flow he would strike sideways, if met with a sideways blow he would press down; if it came from left he would meet with right, and if from right he would welcome with left; for far attacks he would use his hands, for close ones his elbows; with distance he would kick, when near he would use his knees.
Gu Shaoqing managed to fend off Ye Chenfeng’s crazy offensive time and time again, nearly holding on for five minutes.
However, Gu Shaoqing gradually began to show signs of fatigue, after all, he had never faced such intense attacks before.
“Just now was just a warm-up!
The real fight starts now!”
Suddenly hearing Ye Chenfeng’s voice, Gu Shaoqing felt a sinking sensation in his heart.
“Kill!”
As soon as Ye Chenfeng’s killing intent was released, his momentum underwent a drastic change, as if he had sprouted the wings of the Grim Reaper, attacking Gu Shaoqing oppressively.
“Pop pop pop… Bang bang bang…”
The crazed fight was still on, but now even more maniacal than before, the speed of Ye Chenfeng’s punches was comparable to the rate at which a machine gun spits out bullets, the afterimages of his fists almost forming a continuous line.
Under such intensity, Gu Shaoqing gradually began to feel his physical strength ebbing away, his moves becoming much slower.
“Bang bang bang…”
Meanwhile, far from decreasing in speed, Ye Chenfeng instead increased the pace and density of his punches.
A monster!
An absolute monster!
Gu Shaoqing considered himself invincible among the youth of the Six Fan Sect.
Even without using Taoist Techniques, it would be difficult for the likes of Peng Yu to take him down.
However, after encountering Ye Chenfeng, he realized there were always stronger people out there, that human potential could be monstrously abnormal.
“Bang!”
Finally, Gu Shaoqing momentarily lost focus, and Ye Chenfeng’s punch hit him hard.
“Spurt!”
A gush of fresh blood spewed out of Gu Shaoqing, his head jerked to one side.
“Bang bang bang!”
Ye Chenfeng showed no sign of stopping, his punches raining down on Gu Shaoqing.
Gu Shaoqing’s body trembled violently, as more gushes of blood erupted from his mouth.
“Smack!”
Last of all, Ye Chenfeng smashed a punch onto Gu Shaoqing’s face, sounding very much like a slap.
“Thump!”
Gu Shaoqing finally couldn’t stay standing and fell to the ground with a thud.
“I told you, your little skills are not nearly enough, way too weak.
In fact, I could have taken you down with one move long ago, but I just wanted to toy with you, to satisfy your vanity.
Go back and train a few more years with Fu Qiankun!” Ye Chenfeng sneered coldly, lit up a cigarette, and then slowly walked away.
Lying on the ground, Gu Shaoqing’s body covered in blood, his face twitching convulsively, looking as frightful as a demon, especially those bloodshot eyes that carried a bloodthirsty gaze coming straight from the depths of Hell.
Fixing his gaze on Ye Chenfeng’s departing figure, a flash of murderous intent passed through Gu Shaoqing’s eyes.