At first glance, Xu Xiangbei and Chen Baichuan seed like old friends eting again, warmly shaking hands, but in truth, they had secretly exchanged a move. Neither side had the upper hand, nor did either suffer a loss.
Xu Xiangbei withdrew his hand and found that his palm now had a small bloodstain, caused by Chen Baichuan’s Inner Strength surging in. It still ached faintly.
Outwardly, Chen Baichuan was smiling warmly, but he was secretly surprised. Although Xu Xiangbei was only in his early twenties, he had a strong and profound Inner Strength inside him, capable of resisting the powerful Five Elents energy attack Chen Baichuan had long prepared and made his na with.
"Let’s have a good sparring, just the two of us brothers."
Chen Baichuan smiled as if encouraging a talented youth, making a polite gesture for Xu Xiangbei to go first, appearing very courteous, more like making friends than challenging the martial arts hall.
Xu Xiangbei did not accept the courtesy, because Chen Baichuan was like a brightly patterned venomous snake: the more charming and courteous he appeared, the more lethal and treacherous his hidden attack from behind was.
Chen Baichuan made an elegant and relaxed starting pose with a smile, yet Xu Xiangbei dared not relax in the slightest. This smiling tiger was indeed a formidable opponent.
With a loud bang, in the previous second, Chen Baichuan was posing, executing seemingly harmless moves, but unexpectedly, he launched a kick.
The kick nearly hit Xu Xiangbei’s abdon, but he slipped back several ters as if his feet were greased. However, Chen Baichuan didn’t retract his leg; his body suddenly spun, releasing another kick, faster and more powerful than the last.
Xu Xiangbei almost circled the arena, barely managing to evade this bone-piercing flying kick.
Both used flying kick techniques, yet Chen Baichuan’s execution was ten tis stronger than Da Hu’s.
Xu Xiangbei felt a chill down his spine. Sweat had soaked his back, and the cold breeze made it feel icy.
After a punch and a kick, Chen Baichuan’s attacks were like endless river water pouring in, leaving Xu Xiangbei with only the ability to defend but not counterattack. He was kicked seven tis in the chest and punched three tis in the back. He endured them relying on his tough body and naless Inner Strength.
Although Xu Xiangbei was in a sorry state, he began to see so patterns.
Chen Baichuan was using the Fierce Tiger Five Elents Formation attack technique, as if five different masters were taking turns attacking him; no wonder he was struggling.
Realizing that Chen Baichuan was using the Five Elents Formation, Xu Xiangbei had to thank the Chen Family Five Tigers, who battled him in the morning.
The Chen Family Five Tigers had shown Xu Xiangbei the attack sequence and thods of the Five Elents Formation, giving him so understanding of it.
If the Chen Family Five Tigers were diocre, practicing the Fierce Tiger Five Elents Formation poorly, then Chen Baichuan displayed it vividly and with increased power, opening Xu Xiangbei’s eyes.
The feeling of facing Chen Baichuan was entirely different from battling the Chen Family Five Tigers in the morning.
The Chen Family Five Tigers used the collective strength of five people to subdue an enemy, while Chen Baichuan made Xu Xiangbei feel like he was fighting five people alone.
Additionally, the power of Chen Baichuan’s Five Elents Formation surpassed that of the Chen Family Five Tigers because he executed the opposing Yin and Yang Five Elents Formation with more flexibility and power.
Xu Xiangbei was in constant danger, retreating step by step. To others, it seed that as long as Chen Baichuan landed one more punch, Xu Xiangbei would be defeated.
Everyone, whether from the martial arts hall or the experts brought by the Chen Family, felt the sa way: Xu Xiangbei was on the verge of collapse, about to fall any second.
But what puzzled everyone was that Xu Xiangbei just wouldn’t fall; like a tenacious tumbler, he wobbled but straightened himself each ti.
Ouyang Jiahui could hardly bear to watch, while Ouyang Yufei believed Xu Xiangbei had little chance of victory. He sighed softly, lanting that ginger gets spicier with age, and Coach Xu, in his youth, could not defeat the cunning Chen Baichuan.
There was only one person in the audience secretly alard, sensing that Xu Xiangbei was about to win.
That person was none other than Chen Baichuan, who was fighting against Xu Xiangbei.
Initially, he thought Xu Xiangbei was no match, but he was surprised to find that Xu Xiangbei seed like a sponge absorbing power, getting stronger with each exchange, gradually turning from weak to strong.
Xu Xiangbei quickly transford from a reckless brawler into a martial arts expert with impressive potential, calm, and insightful, seeing every opportunity.
Chen Baichuan hadn’t felt this way in a long ti, not since five years ago, when he dueled with the senior Ouyang Zhan and Liu Hongan.
They had practiced ancient martial arts for decades and were formidable, yet Xu Xiangbei, only in his early twenties, already exuded an air of a grandmaster, stirring envy.
Chen Baichuan was filled with complex emotions, marveling at Xu Xiangbei’s pure Inner Strength and swift maneuvers, experiencing the joy of eting a worthy opponent, while envying Xu Xiangbei’s youthful prowess.
He secretly exerted strength in his steps, moving with Five Elents steps, skillfully dodging and shifting, as fast as a rapidly spinning top, making Xu Xiangbei unable to detect his pattern.
However, Xu Xiangbei still found the flaw in the opposing Five Elents Formation.
The opposing Five Elents Formation executed by Chen Baichuan alone was impressive but lacked the simultaneous attack of five individuals. No matter how powerful, it was still one person, and once his next move’s direction was anticipated, his attack could be easily avoided.
After exchanging ten more moves, Xu Xiangbei no longer took a single punch from Chen Baichuan. Instead, he seized an opportunity and swiftly struck Chen Baichuan’s shoulder with a heavy punch.
This punch drew exclamations from the Chen Family disciples, while the martial arts hall’s disciples clapped and cheered in support.
Chen Baichuan frowned; although the strength of Xu Xiangbei’s punch was not great, incapable of hurting him, his experienced mind knew that the entire situation had already reversed.
Rather than being punched by Xu Xiangbei, it was more like Chen Baichuan ran straight into Xu Xiangbei’s fist, unable to dodge at all.
Chen Baichuan understood that Xu Xiangbei had already grasped the footwork rules of his opposing Five Elents Formation and struck preemptively, waiting for him.
With cunning calculation, knowing he couldn’t beat Xu Xiangbei, he quickly stopped the fight, still wearing a deceitful smile: "Little brother indeed has so skills. We are evenly matched, with no clear winner. Such fighting is aningless. How about we compare weapons now? If you don’t want to, I won’t insist."
His implication was to ask if they dared to compare weapons, suggesting that if they didn’t, they should concede, but he spoke in a dignified, magnanimous manner.
Ouyang Yufei imdiately shouted loudly: "No, this is the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall; we cannot compare weapons."
The Chen Family Beheading Saber was unmatched in Jiangcheng, and Chen Baichuan had practiced it for decades, while Xu Xiangbei had rarely used weapons, having learned his pair of Iron Gall for only a month. It was clear that he couldn’t match Chen Baichuan.
Not only was Ouyang Yufei afraid that Xu Xiangbei couldn’t defeat the Chen Family’s Beheading Saber, but he was also worried that in a clash of blades, Xu Xiangbei might get injured.
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