"Ha!"
Jia Yanrong shouted loudly.
With a face full of intimidating flesh, he looked extrely fierce and nacing.
He suddenly stomped his foot and charged at Lin Zheyu, swinging his fist the size of a sandbag towards Lin Zheyu’s face.
In the process of running, Jia Yanrong already envisioned knocking Lin Zheyu to the ground with one punch, scaring him to his knees to beg for rcy.
Lin Zheyu, seeing the situation, seed truly frightened.
He stood motionless in place.
Jia Yanrong’s speed was incredibly fast, and within monts he was in front of Lin Zheyu.
His fist swung with a whoosh, aiming for Lin Zheyu’s head, and in his mind, he saw Lin Zheyu knocked to the ground with one punch.
"Hmm?"
Not feeling the sensation of his fist hitting the face, Jia Yanrong punched air.
Lin Zheyu twisted his waist, dodging to the left.
His right hand swung forcefully, and the red powder he had been preparing for a long ti scattered towards Jia Yanrong’s eyes.
As the powder scattered, Lin Zheyu quickly backed away, but still coughed a few tis from the irritation of the chili powder.
This chili powder, he had prepared for more than half a month, but never got the chance to use it.
He thought that even if he used it in the future, the target wouldn’t be Jia Yanrong. Unexpectedly, Jia Yanrong just walked into it today.
Ah!
Cough cough... Ah...
Jia Yanrong felt a red blur in front of him, the spicy and irritant red powder caked on his face, causing intense pain in his eyes.
Screams accompanied by coughing echoed down the street.
"Ah, I’m going to kill you, kill you!"
Jia Yanrong roared angrily.
His eyes were tightly shut, tears streaming down, blurring his vision.
The burning sensation, accompanied by acute pain, ca from his eyes, making him feel like he was going blind, filled with both anger and panic.
He couldn’t imagine how life would be if he went blind.
With his eyes closed, he swung his fists wildly at the air.
Lin Zheyu charged forward, delivering a Wild Bull Charge, striking Jia Yanrong’s chest, forcing him to step back several steps.
One had to admit, the chili powder was really effective.
Jia Yanrong’s strength was formidable; if it really ca to a fight, he might not be the opponent.
Having landed a hit, Lin Zheyu advanced again.
Using a set of Wild Bull Fist techniques, the sightless Jia Yanrong flailed with Turtle Fist, unable to hit Lin Zheyu, and was easily knocked to the ground.
"For the sake of your brother, I’ll spare your life this ti. Next ti, you won’t be so lucky."
"Go wash your eyes, maybe you can still save them."
Lin Zheyu said to the teary-eyed Jia Yanrong.
The crowd gathered more and more, and he didn’t continue to attack.
If it weren’t for the fact that this was the inner city, with many passersby, Lin Zheyu would have already taken a more ruthless approach to take this guy out.
He walked around Jia Yanrong, heading ho as if nothing had happened.
...
Moonlight poured down like a waterfall, bathing the courtyard.
He changed into exercise clothes and went to Liang Song’s courtyard.
They both stood in the center of the yard.
Lin Zheyu took an offensive stance, while Liang Song stood with his hands behind his back, smiling slightly, much like a legendary master.
"Use all your skills and attack ."
"Master, forgive ."
Lin Zheyu said.
The muscles in his calves exploded with strength, and his body shot towards Liang Song like an arrow.
The emphasis of Wild Bull Fist lies in its brute force, and when executed, it carries an unstoppable montum.
At this mont, the power of his thighs, using his waist as a fulcrum, channeled the strength of his entire body into his fists.
Wild Bull Fist’s first move: Wild Bull Charge!
In this move, both fists strike simultaneously, one being direct, the other surprising.
The head-on fist has unparalleled montum, aiming directly at the face, forcing the opponent to concentrate fully on defense.
The other fist targets the waist and abdon, attacking unexpectedly.
The positions of the two fists can instantly switch; if the opponent focuses on defending the punch to the stomach, the frontal punch imdiately transforms into a lethal strike.
Giving them a quick blow!
Bang!
Liang Song extended both hands, one up and one down, grabbing Lin Zheyu’s wrists.
He turned slightly sideways and exerted force with his arms, using Lin Zheyu’s montum, giving a sharp pull, causing Lin Zheyu to lose his balance instantly.
Lin Zheyu staggered forward a few steps unsteadily, realizing sothing was wrong, but it was already too late.
Bang—
Pain erupted in his abdon, sending Lin Zheyu flying backward.
In the moonlight, Liang Song patted his foot and stood his ground once more.
"Master, do you have to be so harsh?"
Lin Zheyu stood up, rubbing his abdon, feeling a burning pain.
It really hurt.
Master was quite old, yet his strength remained so formidable.
"A harsh hit makes a deep impression."
"In real combat, you turn weakness into strength, and strike the weak with the strong."
"Your attack just now was powerful, but the force I used was less than half of yours, making weaker in comparison."
"But by using certain techniques, I could leverage your strength, add a bit more, and make you lose your balance."
"Your formidable strength imdiately beca your weakness, and at that mont, when I attacked, it beca striking the weak with the strong."
"In such situations, you should..."
Liang Song explained patiently, teaching Lin Zheyu so combat techniques and counterasures.
After explaining, Liang Song demonstrated slowly for Lin Zheyu.
"Again, attack like you just did, then counter using what I’ve taught you."
After the demonstration, Liang Song signaled Lin Zheyu to continue attacking.
Lin Zheyu recalled what he’d just learned, grasping Liang Song’s teachings a bit more.
His eyes beca resolute, and he shot towards Liang Song again.
Bang bang bang—
This ti, Lin Zheyu and Liang Song exchanged several rounds.
Bang—
As expected, Lin Zheyu was kicked flying again.
"Master, that’s cheating, you didn’t say this move had such a flaw."
Lin Zheyu stood up, rubbing his belly.
The move Liang Song had just taught him was easily countered by Liang Song with another thod.
"Be flexible in your thinking."
"Moves are dead, but people are alive."
"In combat, no one rigidly uses martial Dao moves. You must respond flexibly to different situations."
Liang Song chided, pointing out Lin Zheyu’s shortcoming once again.
"Again!"
...
Bang—
"Again!"
Bang—
...
All night long, Lin Zheyu was either being kicked or on the way to being kicked.
Liang Song seed to have a penchant for kicking, either kicking Lin Zheyu’s stomach, buttocks, or chest.
"No more, no more."
Lin Zheyu grinned, feeling a burning pain on his face.
Just now, Liang Song had kicked him in the face!
That was too dishonorable; you don’t hit soone in the face!
"Hiss—"
"Master, that’s too much, it’s one thing to kick, but you kicked my face."
Lin Zheyu gasped, protesting indignantly.
He hated it when people hit his face, but he couldn’t beat the person in front of him...
"Hmm, so what if I hit your face? I’m your master; can’t I hit you?"
Liang Song said lightly, feeling sowhat awkward inside.
He hadn’t really held back just now.
Lin Zheyu was very perceptive, quick to infer from one thing to another, and almost hit Liang Song in the abdon.
In a mont of urgency, Liang Song’s right foot kicked out naturally, striking Lin Zheyu’s face and sending him flying.
"Take this dicine, apply it at night, and it won’t hurt in the morning."
Liang Song took out a small bottle and tossed it to Lin Zheyu.
Lin Zheyu opened the cork, sniffed it, and the strong aroma of herbs filled his nose.
"Thank you, Master."
"Rember to co early tomorrow, I’ll teach you sothing else."
"Alright, I’ll definitely co early."
Lin Zheyu replied, feeling a hint of anticipation rising in his heart.
...
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