Chapter 724: Chapter 720: Fight to the Death! (Part 2)
“Dong Ziqi has already achieved Transformative Strength!”
With the cry of surprise spreading, everyone couldn’t help but be shocked and astonished.
“Dong Ziqi has already achieved Transformative Strength?!” Dong Ziqi was quite famous in Southeast Asia and many people recognized him. Learning that he had broken through the latter stage of Hidden Strength after many years, they couldn’t help but express their admiration, envy, and jealousy.
However, the next mont, they imdiately thought of the fact that Ye Fan was currently engaging in a life-and-death duel with Dong Ziqi.
“Sigh, it looks like a genius is about to fall today.”
“Yes, just as he skyrocketed to fa, he was killed off. What a pity.”
“It’s unfair; Dong Ziqi clearly pretended to still be in the Late Hidden Strength stage, then lured Ye Fan into a challenge to kill him!”
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People whispered and discussed amongst themselves.
At this ti, Master Ding Xu of the Wudang Sect approached Bian Cheng and asked softly, “It’s unfair for your junior brother to duel with Dong Ziqi, who has concealed his real strength. Should I step in to stop this duel?”
“Master Ding Xu, your concern is appreciated,” Bian Cheng sighed and shook his head, “Before stepping onto the stage, we were already aware of Dong Ziqi’s strength. It is my junior brother who insisted on this challenge. This duel is a trial for him. Whether he lives or dies is now up to his own destiny.”
Master Ding Xu was quite startled by this and opened his eyes wide, “Your junior brother still challenged knowing that Dong Ziqi had achieved Transformative Strength?”
“Indeed. This has been a grudge accumulating for several months, he couldn’t possibly give up. Otherwise, it would be a great blow to him,” said Bian Cheng. “However, Dong Ziqi is not yet a true master of Transformative Strength. He has probably just broken through from the Late Hidden Strength stage a few days ago.”
Master Ding Xu sighed and said, “Even so, Dong Ziqi is not soone that a Late Hidden Strength expert should challenge.”
After pausing, he sighed again, “Your junior brother has extraordinary courage and fighting spirit. If he can withstand this calamity, his potential is imasurable in the future!”
“Indeed,” Bian Cheng nodded in agreent.
anwhile, on the life-and-death duel stage, after Ye Fan had repelled Dong Ziqi with the Bouncing Step Heart Punch, he didn’t imdiately pursue the advantage because he was already feeling the tumult of Qi-Blood.
Originally, he had been shaken by the clash of their first moves, which caused his Qi-Blood to churn. Then, using his utmost effort to forcibly execute the Bouncing Step Heart Punch—a technique only masters of Transformative Strength could handle—he sustained so internal injuries, and his throat was faintly sweet.
Thus, taking advantage of the mont Dong Ziqi stepped back, Ye Fan hurriedly regulated his breathing to suppress the churning Qi-Blood.
Dong Ziqi, having leaped back seven or eight ters, didn’t imdiately rush forward.
Had he not been a half-step master of Transformative Strength by then, he would have surely been tricked.
Rembering how Ye Fan had suddenly used a combination move like “Flying Horse Treading on Swallow” last ti, and now a sudden “Bouncing Step Heart Punch,” he grew cautious of Ye Fan.
Ye Fan’s sect’s breathing regulations were formidable, and within a few breaths, he had suppressed the fluctuating Qi-Blood.
Once the Qi-Blood settled, Ye Fan imdiately started moving with the movents of Monkey Style, no longer standing still to give Dong Ziqi an easy target.
“The difference in cultivation is vast; I definitely can’t win against Dong Ziqi using traditional thods,” Ye Fan thought to himself while using Monkey Style to move around to Dong Ziqi’s rear.
Normally, in a match between Xingyi Boxing and White Crane Yong Chun Fist, the direct and powerful movents of Xingyi Boxing are typically used to counter the agility and precision of White Crane Yong Chun Fist.
But during their first exchange, when Ye Fan used the heavy and forceful Tiger Form Splitting Fist from Xingyi Boxing, he was almost pierced through by Dong Ziqi’s Crane Peck—his right hand still bore traces of blood.
Dong Ziqi did not allow Ye Fan to get behind him, always facing him head-on, denying Ye Fan any chance for a sneak attack.
“Should I really attack his strength with my weakness?” Ye Fan thought to himself.
Suddenly, he stomped his foot and like a majestic eagle, pounced toward Dong Ziqi.
Whistle—
A high-pitched eagle cry rang out as Ye Fan’s fingers turned into claws, tearing through the air and swiftly reaching for Dong Ziqi’s throat.
Dong Ziqi didn’t retreat but advanced instead, stepping forward while his right-hand fingers shaped into a peck, twining inward sharply towards Ye Fan’s eagle claw.
Ye Fan knew well that his eagle claw couldn’t catch Dong Ziqi’s crane peck, and this was moreover his move.
Therefore, he imdiately changed his stance, morphing into monkey-style movents, his large fra shrinking by a third to dodge Dong Ziqi’s incoming crane peck, drill around Dong Ziqi’s left side and towards Dong Ziqi’s back.
However, Dong Ziqi’s combat experience was incredibly rich and coupled with the agility of the White Crane Yong Chun Fist in close-range, short blows, as soon as Ye Fan thought to circle around, he imdiately changed his attack towards Ye Fan.
Blocked by Dong Ziqi, Ye Fan had no choice but to quickly dodge outward with a “Monkey Probing Beehive.”
And Dong Ziqi was even quicker to pursue, his hands forming crane pecks and casting shadows across the sky, enveloping Ye Fan.
Thud! Thud!
Struck by Dong Ziqi’s crane pecks twice in a row, Ye Fan endured the intense pain, maintained his monkey-style body movents, and swiftly retreated over ten ters, escaping Dong Ziqi’s attack range.
Having succeeded with his move, would Dong Ziqi easily let up?
He let out a loud shout, lifted his left foot, and with a push of his right, he soared towards Ye Fan like a crane gliding through the air.
Continue to flee? That was impossible.
Although the duel platform was much larger than a regular ring, it was still too small for ancient martial artists.
Moreover, Dong Ziqi’s movents were incredibly fast.
Even from a considerable distance, Ye Fan felt countless sharp gusts of air assaulting him, suffocating.
Ye Fan gritted his teeth and, unexpectedly to everyone, rolled towards Dong Ziqi with a “Lazy Donkey Roll.”
“Eh?” Dong Ziqi was montarily taken aback; with Ye Fan rolling on the ground, he indeed found it inconvenient to strike.
Both n were extrely fast, and in an instant, Ye Fan had rolled up to the approaching Dong Ziqi.
At that mont, Ye Fan suddenly sprang up from the ground, unleashing “White Ape Offers a Peach” at close range from below, targeting vulnerable spots like Dong Ziqi’s heart, throat, and eyes.
“Good!” The ancient martial artists below the stage couldn’t help but shout in approval.
This move was entirely unexpected, the angle tricky to an extre. If they were Dong Ziqi, they would certainly have taken the hit.
However, with a cold snort from Dong Ziqi, Ye Fan had used the “White Ape Offers a Peach” against him before. Though the move caught him sowhat off guard, it still didn’t threaten him.
He quickly transford his peck into a palm and sealed off Ye Fan’s strike from below.
Bang! Bang!
With two consecutive counter-forces, Dong Ziqi used the montum to elevate his body height in an instant and, like a white crane, soared past over Ye Fan’s head while aiming a stomp at Ye Fan’s Baihui acupoint on top of his head.
Ye Fan imdiately punched upward with “Soaring Cannon Fist” towards Dong Ziqi’s sole.
Bang!
The “Soaring Cannon Fist” hit Dong Ziqi’s sole, but imdiately a flow of Inner Strength spread across Dong Ziqi’s sole, instantly neutralizing the force of the punch, allowing Dong Ziqi to leap away and gently land seven or eight ters away, like a white crane.
“Damn it!” Ye Fan stood up straight, turned towards Dong Ziqi, and swiftly lunged at him.
If Dong Ziqi hadn’t been at the half-step Inner Strength level, that “Soaring Cannon Fist” would have at least numbed Dong Ziqi’s leg for half a minute, tipping the scales of victory in his favor.
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