Bang!
With a muffled thud, Su Yuan slammed heavily against the wooden barrel that served as cover.
An intense pain surged through his body, making him feel as if he were falling apart.
"Cough, cough..."
Leaning against the barrel filled with sand, Su Yuan coughed hard twice.
Suppressing a hint of sweetness rising from his throat, he stared at Song Qiao in surprise.
He couldn't understand why this guy possessed such immense strength.
That single kick just now had nearly incapacitated him!
If Su Yuan were an ordinary person, it might have been understandable.
But he always remembered his identity: a Dragon General of Huaguo!
As a Dragon General, his physical fitness far surpassed that of ordinary people.
He was the kind of person described as a hardened warrior.
Yet, even he had barely withstood Song Qiao's blow.
Was this guy a monster?
"Damn it!"
Su Yuan gritted his teeth and roared. He slammed his hands on the wooden barrel behind him.
Using the recoil, he quickly got up. At the same time, he spread his hands and shouted from his lips.
"Yin Fu Qiang!"
With a bang!
Su Yuan's rifle had already fallen from his grasp, his hands empty.
Yet, a sudden explosion erupted between his hands.
It sounded very similar to a gunshot!
What was this?
Song Qiao's heart leaped. Although he had never seen this move before,
he didn't dare to let his guard down. He shifted his body slightly and quickly moved towards the nearby cover.
Upon closer inspection, he saw that a wooden barrel in the direction Su Yuan was facing was silently pierced!
The sand it contained scattered outwards like raindrops,
making a rustling sound as it hit his face.
One could imagine what would have happened if Song Qiao hadn't reacted in time and had been hit by the opponent's strange attack.
Song Qiao hadn't seen this peculiar move before, but judging by its appearance, it seemed to be in the same vein as his own Bao Jin Dan.
The difference was that Bao Jin Dan was performed internally, with attacks channeled through the fists.
Su Yuan's Yin Fu Qiang, on the other hand, appeared to be a form of compressed true qi.
However, it was performed externally, making the resulting attack more tangible.
Since it was the same type of technique, Song Qiao understood it perfectly.
Knowing that compressing true qi couldn't be done repeatedly in a short period,
he confidently emerged from behind his cover and said with a smile.
"At this distance, a gun is no longer the best choice."
"You should know that true combat between masters is decided by fists!"
Su Yuan was shocked.
He had thought that his sudden Yin Fu Qiang would scare Song Qiao away for a good while,
giving him more time to regulate his own chaotic true qi.
But he hadn't expected Song Qiao to be so confident, or had he seen through his attack?
Impossible!
Su Yuan refused to believe such a possibility.
As if his feet had slipped, he swiftly threw out a punch,
aiming directly for Song Qiao's front.
"Die!"
Hearing Su Yuan's roar and seeing the punch coming towards him,
Song Qiao was unhurried.
He slid his right foot slightly forward and then stomped down hard on the ground.
Stabilizing his stance, he quickly swung his right fist.
He immediately countered with a 'Meteor Hammer' towards Su Yuan's fist.
A head-on collision!
Their fists met with a muffled thud!
Su Yuan's outstretched left hand felt as if it had been struck by a giant hammer.
His bones and sinews felt like they were about to split, and his muscles ached immensely.
But his reaction was incredibly fast.
The coordination between his feet and fists was exquisite, earning gasps of admiration from the three observers on the watchtower.
Seeing that his first punch was at a disadvantage, Su Yuan quickly retracted his fist and turned.
With his right and left fists clenched together at his chest, he adopted a posture resembling Tai Chi movements.
When the yang advanced, the yin retreated; when the yin advanced, the yang returned.
He unleashed a series of skillful moves, his attacks and defenses closely intertwined.
The two engaged in a fierce exchange, their offense sharp and their defense as solid as a rock.
Punch after punch, they rained down on Song Qiao!
Seeing Su Yuan's advancing fists, Song Qiao frowned, growing impatient.
He disliked this kind of battle where opponents probed each other's strengths and weaknesses.
Su Yuan's punches appeared to be both offensive and defensive, with tight coordination.
However, they were too conservative, making it difficult to determine a winner quickly.
He recalled that his most exhilarating fight had been the death match with Sheng Xiong.
There was no fancy footwork, just both sides wielding heavy punches,
crashing against each other, seeing who could deliver the fatal blow first.
Now, seeing Su Yuan's stance, Song Qiao decided not to prolong the stalemate.
He swung both fists and, with unstoppable force, drove them forward!
These two punches were aimed directly at Su Yuan's forehead.
Su Yuan immediately shifted from offense to defense. His Tai Chi was so convenient.
But after colliding with Song Qiao for two rounds, he felt immense pressure.
His face suddenly contorted, and cold sweat rapidly soaked his entire face.
The power of these two punches far exceeded his imagination.
It even gave him a sense of helplessness,
feeling as if these two fists were beyond his ability to counter!
"Ahhhh!"
The next moment, a heart-wrenching scream echoed.
Su Yuan was sent flying like a cannonball!