The "Ancient Genesis Sutra" practiced by Xu Xiangbei is the origin of all martial arts in the world, profound and vast. No matter how bizarre or miraculous a martial technique is, its roots trace back to these ancient beginnings, closely connected to it.
To Xu Xiangbei, the Dragon Tiger Divine Fist of the Ouyang Family and the Continuous Flying Kick of the Chen Family deeply attracted him to understand and comprehend them, making them his own.
In just three minutes, Chen Dong launched thirty-six kicks of the Continuous Flying Kick at Xu Xiangbei.
Each kick was with his full strength, as fast as lightning, capable of splitting stone and breaking monunts.
Several tis, Xu Xiangbei was nearly hit by Chen Dong, but with a few shakes and dodges, he narrowly escaped, causing the three beauties watching on the side to exclaim in concern from ti to ti.
Chen Dong was panting heavily and stopped, but found Xu Xiangbei still looking calm and unperturbed, with a composed expression.
Jiangxin Beach is ford by river sand accumulating over the years. Although paved with cent, wind would scatter sand and mud everywhere.
Everyone was astonished to discover that with Xu Xiangbei at the center, the sand and stones on the ground ford inky watercolor strokes evenly around him.
Ouyang Jiahui, skilled in painting, noticed that these lines ford a peculiar pattern, though for a mont she couldn’t recall what it was.
With a Chaos Fist gesture, Xu Xiangbei lightly unfolded his hands and gently swept with his toes.
The lines drawn by the sand and stones on the ground moved with the wind, sketching an image of the Big Dipper.
A battle between masters is like a ga of chess; fighting with those of great strength absorbs strengths to be used for oneself.
The Thirty-Six Styles of Continuous Flying Kick from the Chen Family subtly align with the transformations of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Stars, extraordinary and boundlessly powerful. Before realizing it, Xu Xiangbei felt he had also learned these Thirty-Six Styles of Continuous Flying Kick.
Quick-witted, he suddenly struck a head-down, foot-up pose. Having practiced yoga with Phoebe for a few days previously, he executed this highly flexible move rather well.
Gu Xiangyi saw the pose Xu Xiangbei made, looking like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand, and laughed at him, saying, "Are you trying to lower your head for soone to kick it like a ball?"
Gu Xinyan covered her mouth, laughing: "This pose looks so silly."
Gu Xiangyi and her friends found it amusing, giggling non-stop, but Chen Dong, seeing Xu Xiangbei’s move, displayed a scared expression.
This pose was one Chen Dong’s uncle demonstrated on his first day learning the Continuous Flying Kick. It’s not one of the thirty-six styles but is a fundantal move for practicing the flying kick. Anyone who can easily make this pose indicates they’ve mastered the Thirty-Six Styles of Continuous Flying Kick.
Chen Dong himself still couldn’t manage this head-down, foot-up posture, and even if he did, could only hold it for a few seconds. Yet Xu Xiangbei not only managed it but also hid his head behind his thighs, grinning cheekily at him.
Chen Dong began martial arts training at three years old, forced by his uncle to practice kicking with a stick; any laziness would get him a serious thrashing.
From a young age, he started with kicking sandbags, practiced for over twenty years, and only then achieved minor success in the Continuous Flying Kick, thinking Xu Xiangbei’s pose was sheer luck.
But his confidence was soon shattered by Xu Xiangbei, shattered to pieces.
Seeing Xu Xiangbei’s bizarre moves and cheeky grin, Chen Dong was incensed. He leaped into the air, kicking at Xu Xiangbei’s head, truly echoing Gu Xiangyi’s words about kicking his head like a ball.
Yet Xu Xiangbei’s extended leg in mid-air traced a strange path, kicking Chen Dong’s ankle with a thud, making Chen Dong cry out and retract his foot.
Xu Xiangbei then leapt lightly, soaring like a fishing eagle catching a bird, and launched a flurry of kicks at Chen Dong, very similar to Chen Dong’s earlier stance, swift as an illusion.
Ouyang Jiahui exclaid in amazent, "The chain kick, Dr. Xu knows it too."
Sitting in a wheelchair, Gu Xinyan was unimpressed: "Is that called the chain kick? I feel like he doesn’t kick as nicely as others."
Seeing Xu Xiangbei starting to counterattack, Gu Xiangyi felt much relieved, exhaling with a smile: "I feel he’s just imitating other people’s moves, but not quite alike, should be called random kicking."
Gu Xiangyi’s words about random kicking made the three beauties laugh heartily.
The one looking most distressed and heavy-hearted was Chen Dong. Xu Xiangbei had unexpectedly learned the Thirty-Six Styles of Continuous Flying Kick, which startled and terrified him, making him feel it wasn’t re mimicry.
The direction and speed of Xu Xiangbei’s kicks differed slightly from his flying kicks, yet this small difference greatly enhanced the power of the Thirty-Six Styles.
Chen Dong simply couldn’t block Xu Xiangbei’s chain kicks, getting kicked continuously on the face and chest. To his anger, Xu Xiangbei’s foot picked up blue paint at so point.
Bright blue footprints, like brands, stamped on Chen Dong’s face, forehead, and body, humiliating Chen Dong so much he almost wanted to throw himself into the river.
Chen Dong believed Xu Xiangbei must have stolen the Chen Family’s Continuous Flying Kick, otherwise, his movents couldn’t be so refined, surpassing even himself, a direct disciple of the Chen Family.
Furious, he shouted, "I’ll fight you to the end!"
He and Xu Xiangbei leapt into the air together, legs flying at each other’s with such force that they collided like two swords, a wave of Qi Force exploding outward.
Crack! A crisp sound of bones breaking resonated in mid-air.
Chen Dong scread, clutching his ankle in such pain that tears welled up.
A cold smile appeared on Xu Xiangbei’s face. He resented evil, loathing Chen Dong’s sinister attempt to harm President Shan with vicious, treacherous vein-sealing. He applied extra force with his foot, directly shattering Chen Dong’s ankle.
Chen Dong sat on the ground, gritting his teeth, stood up with difficulty, dragging his broken-ankle leg as he walked out of the parking lot, pulling out his phone with a sob: "Brother, my leg’s been broken by soone. The opponent knows our family’s flying kick. Bring people and help get revenge."
A surprised voice ca from the phone: "How is that possible? Our Chen Family’s flying kick is a closely guarded secret. Are you addled?"
"Brother, co and see for yourself. I’m at the Jiangxin Building parking lot. That guy claims to be Dr. Xu and knows Chen Ban City. Ask Chen Ban City if he knows a Dr. Xu."
"Chen Ban City is right here. I’ll ask him."
Seeing Chen Dong run away, Xu Xiangbei didn’t pursue. Instead, he leered at the beautiful curves of Anna’s chest with a cheeky grin: "Your boyfriend has left you and ran away, completely unreliable. There’s really no need to wait for him here."
Anna’s face alternated between red and white, her eyes full of hatred as she glared at Ouyang Jiahui.
Ouyang Jiahui raised her head, signaling Xu Xiangbei to step aside, and strode forward.
When Anna saw Ouyang Jiahui approaching, she thought she was going to fight her, so she took a few steps back in fright. However, Ouyang Jiahui didn’t strike, but stood calmly in front of Anna instead.
After the two confronted each other for a few seconds, Ouyang Jiahui suddenly bowed to Anna, her voice serious and sincere: "I’m sorry. From a personal standpoint, my actions were too rash before, causing you harm. I’m really sorry, and I apologize to you. But from a work perspective, I’m a journalist. I must report the facts and be responsible to all readers."
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