Li Tai, Mo Ling, and the others watching the fight were so shocked they couldn't speak.
They truly hadn't expected that Song Chengxing, who had been on the offensive moments ago, would suddenly find himself on the defensive.
Guo Zhong once again had the upper hand, suppressing Song Chengxing and even on the verge of victory.
At this moment, Song Chengxing was entangled by the surge of energy Guo Zhong emitted, his movements slowing considerably. He was no longer as fluid and effortless as before, as if his limbs were trapped in thick mud.
In contrast, Guo Zhong seemed to be in his element, his attacks coming one after another, seamless, as if the heavens and earth themselves were on his side.
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of blows.
Guo Zhong's shoulders, elbows, knees, legs, and even hips were attacking ferociously.
Bang, bang, bang.
Loud collisions echoed, sounding like explosions in the ears of the onlookers.
The sound and vibration made their eardrums throb, their scalps tingle, and some even felt dizzy and their vision blurred.
Guo Zhong's moves were the essence of the Tiger Form Fist.
They were also the moves that could be best utilized in conjunction with the Layered Wave Force.
Strike while the iron is hot!
Especially seeing Song Chengxing's desperate struggle and imminent defeat, Guo Zhong grew more emboldened.
Li Tai and Mo Ling, who were watching from the sidelines, held their breath.
They felt as if cannons were roaring in their ears, making their eardrums buzz, and they worried for Song Chengxing.
Normally, outsiders couldn't see the circulation of this inner energy. Li Tai, Mo Ling, and the others could only try to infer it by using their five senses.
However, as the fight in the arena intensified, dust, leaves, and other debris were kicked up, flying chaotically in the air.
Their trajectories revealed the direction of the energy currents, allowing the spectators to witness the thrilling intensity.
Especially the hidden殺機 within the surging torrent.
At this moment, Guo Zhong's attacks were incredibly fierce, with ingenious moves appearing one after another. He leaped and bounded across the courtyard like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, continuously unleashing the supreme skills of the Tiger Form Fist.
Techniques like 'shearing', 'pouncing', and 'pressing' were masterfully applied, all aimed at Song Chengxing's vital points.
Song Chengxing, meanwhile, was like the drunken Wu Er Lang, half-awake and half-asleep, struggling to dodge and roll.
It was truly worrying!
But in reality, beneath his slightly narrowed eyelids were a pair of piercingly bright eyes. He had been meticulously observing Guo Zhong's movements, understanding every detail of his footwork and boxing techniques, searching for weaknesses.
Only he knew that his current state was peculiar, as if he could counterattack at any moment, or be defeated at any moment.
Seeing Song Chengxing's performance, Guo Zhong was also shocked.
He hadn't expected Song Chengxing to still hold on at this point; he was a formidable opponent.
He had thought that after catching the other party off guard, combined with the effect of the Layered Wave Force, the opponent wouldn't last long.
Even if he wasn't immediately knocked down, he wouldn't be able to sustain the fight for much longer.
Yet, this guy, appearing on the brink of collapse, remained on the edge without falling.
This was not good!
Guo Zhong knew that the longer this dragged on, the more it would be disadvantageous to him, so a hint of impatience began to creep into his heart.
However, like an old fox, he managed to suppress his temper and wasn't overly eager.
Despite the increasing pain in his wrist, a constant reminder, he remained outwardly calm.
Li Tai, watching from the side, was very worried for Song Chengxing, his eyes showing anxiety.
After all, he had been asked by Chairman Xu to protect him, and any mishap would be difficult to explain.
He straightened his shoulders, shifted his feet, and was about to step forward to help.
Unexpectedly, Mo Ling reached out and stopped him, shaking his head slightly. "Don't be rash!"
"Trust Mr. Song. Besides, Mr. Song dislikes being disturbed," Mo Ling said softly.
"But..."
"Just watch. Who is truly in danger!" Mo Ling added.
Li Tai looked at the two figures in the arena and knew Mo Ling was right.
Song Chengxing was hit on the arm again, his movements becoming even more sluggish.
A look of joy appeared on Guo Zhong's face; success was imminent!
Although the sharp pain in his wrist made it difficult for him to circulate his energy, and his power might falter, he believed he could hold on long enough to defeat Song Chengxing.
He was about to change his strategy.
Suddenly, Song Chengxing's boxing style shifted.
From the previous fierce power, it transformed into a balance of hardness and softness, even leaning towards softness.
Tai Chi!
Mo Ling's eyes lit up.
Indeed, the energy of Tai Chi was perfect for this moment.
Overcoming hardness with softness!
Song Chengxing's palms moved alternately forward and backward, drawing circles. Parallel circles, consecutive front-and-back circles, diagonal circles... all sorts of circles.
His hands drew circles, and his feet also traced circles.
As his movements progressed, the turbulent undercurrents around them were stirred.
Both Li Tai and Mo Ling had been tightly gripping their fists for Song Chengxing.
However, as Song Chengxing changed his style, he began to gradually gain control of these hidden currents.
Gradually, Guo Zhong's offensive, built with the Layered Wave Force, began to diminish as he lost control of the external energy flow.
With a sudden push of his palm, Song Chengxing sent Guo Zhong flying backward.
He flew several zhang through the air, rolled, and landed on the ground, spitting up blood.
Li Tai was utterly astonished.
Guo Zhong, the master from the Guo family, had been defeated.
This was completely unexpected!
For so many years, Guo Zhong had been known as "invincible under heaven."
Yet, now, Guo Zhong was rolling on the ground, struggling to get up several times without success.
Clearly, he was severely injured.
Song Chengxing merely looked at Guo Zhong coldly, his gaze filled with disdain.
Finally, he spoke to Guo Zhong in a flat tone, "If you dare to trouble Song Qiao again, you will surely die."
With that, he turned and left the Guo family mansion, completely ignoring the struggling and dejected Guo Zhong on the ground.
Mo Ling and Li Tai quickly followed behind him.
...
Meanwhile.
Still in Modu.
Li Bingqing, who was preparing for her engagement, was extremely busy.
Although she was strongly against this marriage with the Zheng family, some things were unavoidable.
With a complex mood, she watched the bustling crowds outside the car window, feeling utterly detached from the world.
At the hotel, countless guests must have already arrived to offer their congratulations.
They envied her for marrying into the Zheng family, one of the three major families in Modu.
But she felt no joy in her heart.
This marriage was never what she had desired.
The world felt so indifferent to her.
Suddenly, she received an unexpected call from her subordinate.
"What, Guo Zhong has been seriously injured? Who was it? A Mr. Song, was it Song Qiao? Never mind, it probably wasn't. After all, Song Qiao is busy with his assessment, how could he have the time to trouble Guo Zhong? And with his abilities, he couldn't possibly deal with Guo Zhong! Who could it be? Investigate thoroughly, you must find out!"
After hanging up, Li Bingqing found it hard to believe.
Who could it be?
She couldn't quite figure it out, her brow furrowed.
This sudden development made her uneasy.
The main backer of those who wanted to deal with Song Qiao had been seriously injured at this time.
Did this mean that the plan to deal with Song Qiao would change?
Without Guo Zhong, there would be no powerful figure to restrain Song Qiao.
Wouldn't this mean that fellow could stir up trouble as he pleased?
This was not a good thing for her.
However, at this moment, she hadn't realized how tangled her emotions were, her mind a chaotic mess of countless intertwined threads.
As she pondered, she arrived at the hotel.
She alighted from the car with graceful steps and entered the Century Grand Hotel.
A faint, almost imperceptible smile graced her face.
She was here to complete her engagement ceremony.
Her fiancé was Zheng Fei, the eldest son of the Zheng family.
Looking at everything around her, she let out a silent, cold laugh.