Under the fist

Chapter 28 Thick-skinned and resilient, crushing everything in its path.

Lian Youming's physique has undergone a great change, his muscles and bones have become stronger day by day, and his strength has increased significantly. At this moment, he grabbed the white ape's ankle as if he were wielding a tattered sack. With a single arm, he wrapped the ape with a powerful and violent force and slammed it hard to the ground.

The white ape lost the initiative and was caught off guard. Before it could even let out a scream, it was slammed heavily to the ground and then bounced up into the air with a "bang".

A dull thud echoed through the forest.

"Wow!"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, which he then expelled into the air.

Lian Youming did not stop. Using the force of the rebound, he swung his arm again, and the short man in his hand flew sideways and crashed into the birch trees.

"Snapped!"

Hearing another crisp sound, Lian Youming suddenly felt a numbness in his wrist, as he had been kicked.

Then the short man tucked his legs in and covered his head, having already broken free of his restraints.

The white ape rolled several meters away, then knelt on one knee, its eyes filled with both shock and anger as it stared intently at Lian Youming in front of it, yet a hint of fear also flickered in its eyes.

Lian Youming, standing under the moon, was simply too tall and strong. At first glance, he looked exactly like a bear in human form. His oppressive aura was too astonishing. Even Lei Hu outside was inferior in terms of physique alone. Coupled with the enormous force he had just exerted, he was not to be underestimated, even if one did not know any martial arts.

White Ape cursed inwardly. He had gotten used to being comfortable these days, but he never expected to be tricked. After years of wandering the world, he had actually capsized in a ditch.

Lian Youming moved his wrist, which had been struck, and walked around. His face was calm, but his eyes were unusually serious, almost shining.

All things considered, this should be his first time fighting against such a martial arts master.

"People from the Taiji Sect?" The white ape's expression turned extremely solemn as he recalled Lian Youming's earlier actions.

There are different levels of skill in martial arts, and different levels of skill in boxing. Naturally, there is also a hierarchy among the various schools and sects within the martial arts community.

In terms of reputation alone, Tai Chi, Bagua, and Xingyi are the most renowned internal martial arts styles.

Not only does it possess profound knowledge and experience, but it also boasts the largest number of disciples. Even those martial arts masters who follow unorthodox paths dare not easily provoke it, for fear of killing a junior member and attracting some formidable old man.

Lian Youming seemed to see through the other party's thoughts and said calmly, "Don't worry, this is all unorthodox Zen, I have no sect or school, I'm just practicing it for fun."

He practices at night and during the day, even while eating, sleeping, and working, following the diagrams to perform the movements. Whether he has mastered the basics or not is unknown, but his strength has improved significantly.

"Then you're tired of living!"

The white ape slightly opened its eyes, braced itself with its arms, and leaped up with both feet. Originally five or six meters away, it unexpectedly flashed to within two steps of Lian Youming with just this leap. With a swift and ruthless motion, the ape's right hand reached out towards the pair of glowing eyes.

Lian Youming's eyes flickered. He saw that the man was using one hand to strike from a distance and was about to parry when his eyes twitched. He noticed that the man's other hand was quietly gathering strength, clenching his fist and gathering power.

It was a dark and windy night, and the two were in a dense forest. As soon as the claw shadow entered, Lian Youming was shocked to find his vision completely obscured. Then, a murderous intent, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, followed closely from his blind spot, aiming straight for his vital heart.

Good heavens, reaching out with claws to cover the eyes, then unleashing a killing move—is this what martial arts combat is all about?
Yan Lingyun said that she had told him that there is one set of training methods for internal martial arts, and another set of fighting methods. The training methods are fixed, but the fighting methods are flexible, because although the competition is about fist and foot skills, it is about each person's ideas.

Perhaps some people have honed their skills over many years, but when it comes to actually fighting, the difference in skill level can be determined in just one or two moves.

These techniques for fighting at strategic passes are closely guarded secrets within the martial arts world, and are the trump cards and killing moves that many great masters and experienced teachers keep hidden away, and are not taught to anyone but those who have truly mastered them.

Although Lian Youming has mastered several training methods, he still lacks in combat skills and has no deadly special moves.

"Ah!"

In a flash, the white ape's underhanded move arrived, and he couldn't help but sneer. His claw strike could gouge out an eye, blind the enemy, or even be used to seize their throat. His other hand was always ready to react, grabbing or taking, targeting every vital point. In all his years in the martial world, he had seen countless martial artists perish by this very move.

In life-or-death battles, there is never a clear winner and loser.

Lian Youming felt a chill run down his spine, as if he too could sense the terrifying killing intent that clung to his bones. But... who was better than whom couldn't be determined by words alone; only a real fight would tell.

If you're afraid before the battle even begins, it's not that your skills are lacking, it's that you're a bad person. A person lives for their pride, and they can't lose their spirit.

See the real chapter under your hands.

"Humph!"

He raised his thick eyebrows, took a deep breath, and without retreating, turned his head to avoid the claw shadow in front of him. At the same time, he bent his left elbow and raised it to block the short man's hand, while his other hand also quietly gathered strength, meeting the punch that the other party was delivering.

"boom!"

The two fists collided in mid-air, like a firecracker exploding.

Then, with a "rip," Lian Youming's right sleeve burst open like a trumpet flower, revealing his bare right arm, which swelled and bulged, its muscles trembling uncontrollably.

Looking at the short man named White Ape, the sneer in his eyes had vanished. His feet suddenly sank, and he almost plowed two shallow marks into the ground by Lian Youming's fist. His expression was truly remarkable.

"Boy, you dare to come up and test my fist strength."

The two fists made contact and then separated. Lian Youming shook his slightly numb right hand and said casually and jokingly, "Yeah, it's a pity it's not very good."

Having witnessed the methods of Xue Hen and Xie Laosan, this person is undoubtedly far inferior.

As they were talking, Lian Youming's expression suddenly turned cold, and he launched a sudden attack, wrapping his arms around the short man's waist in the most primitive and crude way.

Since the opponent's strength is not enough to be fatal, we cannot fight freely. This person is agile, jumping and leaping, and once we are separated, we will definitely be put on the defensive.

Moreover, his embrace was a calculated move, risking injury to gain the upper hand. Otherwise, the longer the fight dragged on with such a seasoned veteran, the more openings he would reveal. Besides, his fighting style was primarily defensive, so he naturally needed to strike unexpectedly and devise a plan to defeat his enemy.

"what!"

With a roar, Lian Youming overwhelmed his opponent with his power, his murderous aura surging, and he pounced on the opponent like an old bear clinging to a tree.

The short man was only about 1.6 meters tall, thin and short. When his eyes trembled, it felt as if a huge mountain had collapsed in front of him, making his scalp tingle. He let out a strange "squeak" sound, but his face revealed a fierce and evil smile.

This embrace, though dangerous, left the target wide open, providing the perfect opportunity to strike.

"You hothead, you're asking for it!"

But the white ape neither dodged nor avoided; instead, it slightly bent its legs, drew strength from the ground, and delivered a heavy punch to Lian Youming's chest.

All of this changed extremely quickly.

However, the moment the short man landed his fist, the color drained from his face instantly, because the force of the punch produced a strange, muffled sound, like striking a cowhide drum covered with a quilt.

"External martial arts training?"

The moment the exclamation left his mouth, the white ape reacted with lightning speed, trying to retreat with both feet. However, one of his legs had just been grabbed and slammed by Lian Youming, and it had not yet fully recovered, making him a beat too slow.

Lian Youming's expression was ferocious and ruthless. He mustered all his strength in his hands, punched the white ape in the chest, and then grabbed it tightly with both arms. Wherever his ten fingers passed, ten bloody marks were left on the white ape's shoulders, and its clothes were torn into strips. Then he tightened his arms and, holding the ape, pushed and shoved it away in a wild and terrifying manner.

Several birch trees, each as thick as a bowl, snapped off one after another, their branches falling straight down onto a protruding rock.

The white ape coughed up mouthfuls of blood, but its arms were bound and it was suspended in mid-air, unable to break free. Just as it was about to crash into the boulder behind it, its expression went mad. It opened its mouth and spat out a jet of blood that suddenly blinded Lian Youming. Then, it shook its arms violently, veins bulging on its face, and hysterically shouted, "Open!"

Lian Youming's lips were also red. As he was running, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his eyes, and his vision turned into a crimson blur. He was shocked, but in that moment of distraction, his arms were suddenly empty.

The white ape had already broken free.

Oh no!!!

(End of this chapter)