Both sides sent fighters into the fray; the group of foreign Martial Artists put forward a Pseudo Grandmaster of Muay Thai from Thailand, while on Great Xia’s side, a Pseudo Grandmaster specializing in Eight Extres Boxing stepped up to et him.
"Please enlighten !"
"Please enlighten !"
Muay Thai clashed with Eight Extres Boxing.
The martial arts from Thailand collided with the traditional Martial Arts of Great Xia.
Furthermore, since both their fighting styles were predominantly fierce and aggressive, the ensuing battle was trendously explosive.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Fists collided on the stage. The destructive power of Muay Thai was indeed terrifying; its focus on enduring strikes gave its practitioner an advantage in physical resilience.
However, Eight Extres Boxing, with its intricate forms and powerful offensive techniques, continuously forced the opponent to retreat.
In just a few short minutes, they had exchanged dozens of moves.
Both sustained injuries, yet neither could overco the other!
The atmosphere on the stage grew incredibly tense.
However, the Muay Thai fighter’s counterattack ca quickly. Master Wang was aging, and since he hadn’t reached the Grandmaster Realm, his age beca a significant disadvantage.
His opponent was a full twenty years younger, just past forty. Master Wang soon grew physically exhausted and unable to defend himself.
BANG!
At that mont, the Muay Thai expert elbowed Master Wang, sending him flying. A harsh smile touched the expert’s lips as he shook his head at Master Wang and said in heavily accented Great Xia language, "Your actual combat ability is too weak. You’ve lived so long—I bet you’ve never even seen blood, have you?"
Master Wang’s face darkened; he felt utterly humiliated once again!
He lived in the peaceful nation of Great Xia, where the people were prosperous, the country strong, and life was comfortable. What damn bloodshed could he possibly have seen?!
Clearly, while the opponent was a Pseudo Grandmaster, anyone living in the more chaotic regions of Southeast Asia would undoubtedly have seen real blood, and might even have killed.
"You’re not good enough. Send in the next one!"
With these scornful words, the Muay Thai expert changed his tactics, shifting to a reckless, life-or-death fighting style. His advantage imdiately beca apparent—his sheer ruthlessness.
Having real combat experience made a significant difference. His murderous aura and aggressive spirit were not sothing an ordinary citizen could match. Even Martial Artists, in essence, were still just ordinary people compared to soone so battle-hardened.
This was the weakness in Master Wang that the opponent had identified.
For a mont, Master Wang struggled to defend himself. He didn’t want to lose face by admitting defeat, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure, bracing himself to be severely injured and carried off the stage—there was no other way!
"This is bad."
"Master Wang is going to lose."
"They sent out soone with real combat experience right from the start! It looks like they planned to go hard from the get-go!"
The spectators, including Grandmasters like Liu Yi who were slated to appear last, watched anxiously. They all frowned, realizing that this ’Eight-Nation Alliance’ was not to be underestimated. Each mber was powerful. Although not all had combat experience, it was clear that so had seen bloodshed and possessed extensive real-world fighting skills!
"How can Eight Extres Boxing be fought so timidly?"
However, just as the anxious crowd was about to call for a stop to prevent serious injury in support of Master Wang, an untily, loud shout suddenly erupted from outside the arena, stunning the countless spectators!
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
The voice arrived before the person, followed by the distinct sound of footsteps from outside the arena.
Next, several figures were seen escorting a young man toward the stage. The loud shout had indeed co from this young man.
"Swallow Builds a Bridge, Withdraw the Firewood from Under the Cauldron—cut through his center line!"
"Fist from the Central Gate, Palm Strikes the Rear Elbow—use speed to overco ferocity!"
"The final move of Eight Extres Boxing, Eight Stances of Vajra: Crane Step Pushes Mountain! Strike!"
As the final word, "Strike!" echoed, Master Wang, on the stage, seed to have an epiphany. With a ferocious roar, he lunged forward. He threw a heavy punch that directly shattered the Muay Thai expert’s technique, sending him flying several ters with a loud THUD! Blood spurted from the fallen fighter’s nose and mouth as he lay on the ground, unable to rise.
It was precisely the killing blow of Eight Extres Boxing: Crane Step Pushes Mountain!
"Holy shit! Aweso!"
The situation had suddenly reversed, causing an uproar among the crowd!
Everyone turned their heads to look back and finally got a clear view of the young man who had approached. So couldn’t help but exclaim,
"Zhang Beixing?!"
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