Teng Yuan moved according to his will. His strength was steady and steady. He stepped on the middle door to seize the main position. When he got close, he immediately raised his left horizontal fist and attacked. Yang Yanzhao also raised his palm without backing down. His skin and bones had been trained to be as hard as iron, and his qi was abundant and endless. Both of them were testing each other with their fists and palms for the first time. After their fists met, their bodies separated. Teng Daiyuan floated two meters away as if he was showing off his body movements, while Yang Yanzhao stood still like a mountain. Teng had used 50% of his strength in this punch, and he judged that the other party had used the same amount of strength. However, he did not know that Yang had only used 30% of his strength and could handle it with ease.
Because Teng had already floated two meters away, Teng's second punch was to fly closer, which was a right horizontal punch. Because of the flying up, his lower body was slightly unstable. Although he used 70% of his power, the power was not full. At this moment, Yang was waiting for fatigue. His lower body was steady. He used 50% of his strength to make a move to make the opponent's attack invisible again. On the surface, he met his opponent's fist head-on. After the fist exchange, he took two steps forward and stood still. In fact, he had guided the opponent's fist force to his feet. He could see two obvious footprints on the ground. His fist was also faintly hurting. It was obvious that the opponent's fist force was amazing.
Today, he felt that dealing with Teng Yuandai, who had internal strength and was the main attacker, was much better than dealing with Robert. Zorro's 500 pounds of brute force was much more taxing. The former's strength was a combination of hardness and softness, and it was continuous. The latter's strength was heavy, and as long as it was properly guarded, it would be safe.
Fortunately, after two punches, he had tested Teng Yuandai's Internal Strength with Qi-Jin and found that Teng Yuandai's Internal Strength was not pure. When he started practicing Internal Strength, he was afraid that he was not a child, so his foundation was not solid. He had only practiced to the sixth level after more than ten years. After that, he could not break through the Life and Death Hidden Latch of the Ren and Du meridians, so it was difficult for him to advance to the seventh level. The difference between the two was not just two levels. He was confident that he could defeat his opponent in the third punch and deal a heavy blow to him. However, after thinking about it, it was not a good thing to be wronged too deeply as they were both from the same martial arts world. Moreover, the other party did not harm society. Therefore, he wanted to consider the overall situation and only make the opponent retreat and suffer a small loss. He would no longer be a frog in the well and achieve his goal by being arrogant. After all, in the martial arts world, it was better to make enemies than to make enemies.
Teng Yuandai concluded from the experience of the first two punches that his opponent was not easy to deal with. During the first fist exchange, he felt a pain in his heart. Of course, he would be fine after enduring this pain. During the second fist exchange, he felt a pain that pierced through his lungs. He used his Internal Strength to treat it, but the pain was still faint. At this moment, he felt a little regret. He should not bully the weak. Moreover, this strength was relative. Since his martial nephew had fought to a draw with Yin Dongsheng, he should be stronger than Yin Dongsheng. However, the young man he was facing now was probably his nemesis. Could he cross this hurdle today?
However, he was now in a difficult situation, so he decided to use the left chop fist for the third punch! He slowly approached his opponent with the Three Postures footwork. When he struck his fist, he twisted up and then flipped down in a spiral from his hands to his waist. His hands and feet were combined, his elbows and knees were combined, and his shoulders and hips were combined. When he struck his fist, the force exploded as a whole. He had used 90% of his strength and had the intention to make the last move.
Yang Yanzhao faced his opponent's all-out punch, so he naturally responded calmly. At the critical moment, he would show his heroic qualities and should have the strength to support it. He channeled his Qi into his palms and stood steadily in the Qian position. His left hand drew an arc in front of his body like Tai Chi to draw the opponent's Qi out, and his right hand unleashed the Palm Knife Style of Nine Nine to One, which was 70% of his strength.
Under his palm knife, Yuandai's fist could not land on the ground. He could only be anxious. His opponent's palm knife cut through his fist with ease. After a stalemate, his fist was exhausted and he fell into a disadvantage. When the palm knife came into contact, it cut through the thumb and forefinger twice, and once cut through the soft numbness point on his wrist. Yang Yanzhao had deliberately turned his palm to strike the floor tiles of the martial arts practice field. The floor tiles immediately cracked into six pieces, all of which were broken into eighteen pieces. Compared to the twelve pieces he had demonstrated in the domestic court, his martial arts had obviously risen to a higher level.
"Sorry for embarrassing myself. I didn't expect that the combined attack of Martial Uncle Teng and I would have such great power. The floor tiles were shattered.”Yang Yanzhao's acting skills were getting better and better. While Dong Changhai secretly praised his disciple for ending it this way, he whispered to Yin Dongsheng,"Junior Martial Brother Yin, let me compensate for the floor tiles that Yan Zhao destroyed!”"Senior Brother, you underestimate me! Shidi's dojo doesn't need this much money?”Yin Dongsheng joined in the joke. Facing this situation, Tengger could only laugh awkwardly. Hey! Hey!
Teng Yuandai's hands and tendons were numb, and his limbs were weak. After confronting Yang Yanzhao for a while, he felt exhausted. Judging from the power of Yang Yanzhao's palm strike, he couldn't resist it. He knew that Yang Yanzhao's internal energy was far superior to his. A few days ago, they thought that with his and Teng Erge's strength, they would be able to win for sure. Therefore, the Xing Yi Sect Martial Arts School would be able to surpass the Ba Gua Zhang Martial Arts School. However, it seemed that the defeat was already set when Teng Yuandai came out personally. There was no way that he couldn't be stronger than Yang Yanzhao. If he lost, then so be it. Just follow the agreement we made back then. The martial artists in the pugilistic world paid attention to honesty and keeping their words! He was very grateful that Yang Yanzhao had shown mercy and saved his face. He was sincerely convinced by Yang Yanzhao, who was seventeen or eighteen years younger than him. Seeing that the other party called him martial uncle and was humble as a nephew, he quickly changed his address and said,"Heroes come from young people. I'll acknowledge you as my nephew! "Three rounds, I, I…" He couldn't say the word 'lose'. In fact, he was too embarrassed to say it. Seeing this, Yang Yanzhao quickly shouted,"The three-punch competition is a draw! The Xing Yi Sect and the Eight Trigrams Sect are brothers!"
Immediately, Dong Changhai, Yin Dongsheng, and Teng Erge clenched their fists and shouted,""Xing Yi Sect and Eight Trigrams Sect are brothers!" "Brother!" Brother!" Cheers!
The pioneers of the two sects had a very good relationship. When they practiced martial arts, they would exchange pointers and learn from each other. There were nearly ten moves with similar names in the Eight Trigrams Palm and the Xingyi Fist. This proved that the two sects were not on opposing sides in history. Moreover, they had a history of complementing each other and helping each other. Now, the two sects had reconciled and called each other brothers. There was no need to mention anything about compensation! In fact, in this foreign country, they could only stand on their feet if they were united against the outside world. Otherwise, they could only be bullied.
Now, more than a dozen important figures of the two sects decided to go to the Chinese restaurant in Chinatown for dinner. What kind of dishes were they eating? Southern or Northern? There was a dispute over who should be the host. In the end, Teng Yuan decided on behalf of the person present, saying that he had the highest seniority,"The Xing Yi Sect will treat us. The dishes will be 16 dishes with the northern and southern flavors. After all, this was the national wine recognized by the whole world, wasn't it? Today, I've made new friends. Come, come, let's get drunk!”
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