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Chapter 116 The Battle between the North and the South
"please!"

"please!"

At a large round table in the room, two people were facing each other with their hands clasped together. One was short and thin, the other was tall. They were the representatives of the Northern and Southern boxing styles.

Mr. Ye and Mr. Song.

Mr. Ye is not tall, but his aura is quite solid. He stands in the "two-character clamp sheep horse" pose, while senior Song Zhong stands in a Tai Chi stance with his eyes half open and half closed.

The conference is nearing its end, and it is the crucial moment to decide the honorary president. The two renowned masters of Chinese martial arts are finally about to face off.

At this moment, even Li Ming was concentrating and holding his breath, watching quietly.

Unlike the previous open competitions, where a ring was set up and many people were watching, the venue at this moment has been moved indoors, and each sect only has a few spots allowed to go in and watch. This actually benefits smaller martial arts sects like the Zhenwu Sect. Even Chen Ming, who couldn't get a spot, got a spot to watch the fight.

Li Ming nodded to him when he saw him come in at noon.

"what!"

With a clear shout, Mr. Ye took the lead in attacking.

He rushed forward with punches as powerful as the wind and each move was fierce. In contrast, Song Zhong's lower body was stable. It was the Hunyuan Tai Chi stance. The practice of his school started with standing stance, which emphasized the unity of Hunyuan. So facing the fierce attack, the first thing Song Zhong did was to stabilize his lower body.

After all, it's not like being outside now. The arena has so much space for you to perform. The round table is not small, but if you take a step back, you will lose a step forward. Two or three people have suffered this loss before, so Song Zhong is naturally well aware of it.

But the two of them were fighting back and forth, each showing the characteristics of their own boxing style to the fullest.

This empty and soft power combines the real and the fake, the fake and the real, the advance and retreat are reasonable, the offense and defense are both possible, the advance and retreat are well-founded and victory is achieved steadily.

The Changchun Fist was extraordinary, with flexible moves, varied techniques, and unconventional styles.

It is:

Why are you fighting with me? A fist doesn't kill, but it hurts. Why should we divide the north and the south? Today we must see who is superior.

At this time, Mr. Ye attacked with another punch. Song Zhong stretched out his hand and used sticky hands, while changing direction and force. This was his specialty in this art. He could listen to the force and feel the direction and size of the enemy's force at the moment of contact with the opponent. At the same time, he could quickly adjust his own force and respond flexibly.

Mr. Ye threw punches continuously, but every straight punch was blocked by Song Zhong by changing the direction of the force in the same way. The old man is still the best!

Li Ming couldn't help but mutter to himself when he saw this.

"Lead in, drop the ball, and then strike out. Stick to it and follow it without losing the top! What a Kongrou Quan, wonderful, wonderful!"

As soon as these words were spoken, several people looked at him sideways, but seeing that it was Li Ming, they did not say anything. After all, after two days of verification, although Li Ming had never taken any action, it had become a consensus that he had a keen eye. Sometimes, a casual remark could even be of great benefit to the person concerned if he went back and pondered it carefully.

Some small sect leaders who were not at the highest level in terms of cultivation even had to listen to Li Ming's comments and explanations to understand the core of the fight.

Now that Li Ming spoke, naturally no one interrupted him.

Looking at the table again, although Song Zhong is a bit older, he has a good way of self-cultivation and has entered the state of marrow cleansing. He is definitely not an ordinary old man. Moreover, his boxing skills are superb. Each of his punches hits the key points of Mr. Ye's attack. It can be said that Mr. Ye is extremely uncomfortable, as if he has reached a certain edge but cannot actually fire a shot.

Mr. Ye suddenly became furious. After all, he was not an ordinary person. Although he had not practiced the same martial arts, his skills in controlling strength were not inferior to mine. You have the ability to listen to the strength in Kongrouquan, but don't I have the ability to listen to the bridge?

The punching style changed and it was no longer a straight punch. At this moment, an extremely strange scene appeared.

I saw the two people's hands intertwined, advancing and retreating equally, and the four hands rotating in circles. You advance and I retreat, you retreat and I advance, the strength and power are intertwined with each other, and a whirlwind blows up in the air.

"So sticky, so clingy! As expected of the two great masters of the north and south, they truly possess extraordinary skills. They transform their energy into entanglement, following the force, and inducing it, just like walking on a tightrope. If anyone is not careful in this duel of energy, using even a little more or less force, or changing the angle, they will immediately be hit by the combined force of both of them, and their arms will inevitably be crippled."

As Li Ming spoke, his expression changed slightly.

"Not good, now we are in a difficult situation. The two seniors have profound skills and it is difficult to tell who is stronger. Now you are clinging to me and I am entangled with you. I won't let go until you let go. The force field has been formed, and it is difficult to separate!"

At this moment, everyone looked again and found that, as expected, the two men's movements were getting slower and slower, as if they were holding a huge millstone weighing ten thousand pounds. Every push would exhaust all their strength, but if they didn't push, the huge mill would be in danger of collapsing and falling on them in an instant.

Both of them had sweat on their foreheads. People who practice martial arts should lock in their energy and blood, but at this moment their pores were relaxed and sweat was dripping down, which was a sign that they had given their all and were about to reach their limit.

At this moment, a transparent and distorted space appeared between the four hands of the two people. This was the manifestation of the force being able to distort the refractive index of the air.

The rest of the people also realized that the situation was critical. If they were not careful, the two martial arts masters might be killed, so they all spoke up.

"Master, please stop!"

"Master, stop!"

"Master Ye, let's call it a draw."

"Master Song, stop it!"

"Stop fighting!"

Such sounds continued to be heard. At this time, an anxious person was about to rush to the round table to forcibly pull the two people apart. Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat down at the table and had not yet touched the two people, but just got close to them, he felt an extremely strong aura, and immediately felt as if he was hit by a huge force of a thousand pounds. The whole person flew three or four times in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah! How could this happen?! Brother!"

Seeing this, the other people who were about to approach immediately stopped.

Li Ming shook his head and said, "The force field is complete. Anyone who approaches will be forced to withstand the combined force of two people. I've already said it before, if you don't have enough cultivation, going up there is courting death. Fortunately, he didn't exert any force himself, he just endured a little reaction force."

"Mr. Stephen, what should we do now?" Chen Ming suddenly came over and asked.

"If we try to break it by force, we will have to withstand the heavy blow of the force field that has already formed. Our skills will need to be stronger than the combined strength of the two of them. Moreover, if the timing and angle are wrong, we may even hurt the two of them." Li Ming sighed.

"Is there no other solution?" Song Zhong's eldest disciple stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Stephen, what should we do now? Please think of a way to save my master."

"Forget it. I've been a foreigner my whole life, so why should I hide my identity? I'm just out in the open, what's there to be afraid of?"

With a thought, Li Ming leaped up, and with a tap of his toes, his body flew up into the air like a floating catkin, falling right between the two of them.

"Open it!!!"

(End of this chapter)