People who practice martial arts by nature are impulsive, preferring to solve issues with their hands rather than blather on.
Not to ntion at an event like a martial arts exchange eting.
Martial arts exchange isn't sothing that can be discussed with re words.
Everyone present watched, and not a single person found it odd, in fact, quite a few began to egg them on directly.
"Master Lei, Yu Xiaodong, since there's a dispute, why not settle it with a bout of skill?"
"That's right! I've long heard of Master Lei's Wandering Dragon Fist overpowering the strong with softness! Why not demonstrate it for us today?"
"Exactly! We are all martial artists here, and on the day of this martial arts exchange eting, we surely can't resolve our issues like fishwives quarreling, can we?"
The people around began to egg them on one after another.
But if one listened carefully, one could tell that the majority were supporting Master Lei.
In recent years, Master Lei's reputation in Forty-nine City was indeed well-known! His Wandering Dragon Fist, with its softness defeating strength, wasn't only known to the martial artists present, even ordinary people who knew nothing of martial arts had heard of his great na.
"Xu Fan, I think I've seen this person on TV before, heard he's a real master, very impressive!"
Even Zhong Xingyue, standing beside Xu Fan, had heard of Master Lei's fa.
"Lei, since everyone is speaking up, why don't we have a fight?"
At this mont, Yu Xiaodong glared hard at Master Lei and issued a challenge.
To be honest, at this mont, everyone was backing Master Lei rather than him, which Yu Xiaodong found incredibly irritating!
In his eyes, this Master Lei was nothing but a man of empty fa!
"Heh, Yu Xiaodong, there aren't many in your Single Line Fist Sect. If you fight , just make sure you aren't afraid that I might break the lineage of your sect's fist!"
The crowd's encouragent, coupled with today's occasion, made this bout unavoidable.
Master Lei was not the slightest bit afraid; standing with his hands behind his back, he confidently stepped up to the challenge.
Looking at his deanor, who would think he even considered Yu Xiaodong a threat?
"Hmph, all this nonsense talk!"
In an instant, Yu Xiaodong let out a tiger's roar and charged at Master Lei!
His form was like the wind! His Tiger Fist like lightning!
At that mont, Yu Xiaodong threw a punch that stirred up a ferocious wind!
The iron fist on the surface revealed the pulsation of Inner Strength. The montum was extraordinary!
"This!"
The onlookers, seeing this sudden punch, couldn't help but widen their eyes!
It was clear they hadn't expected this hot-tempered burly man's cultivation level to have reached the peak realm of Neijia!
He was faintly touching upon the threshold of the Innate Realm!
"Hmph, petty trick!"
In a split second, Yu Xiaodong's punch had already reached Master Lei, who faced the oncoming force without a hint of fear.
Slowly bringing out the starting posture of the Wandering Dragon Fist, he prepared to neutralize Yu Xiaodong's offense!
"Ah!"
Everyone held their breath, watching this, expecting a fiercely competitive match.
But that cry of agony took everyone by surprise!
Who knew how much power Yu Xiaodong's punch contained! Before Master Lei could neutralize the Qi Force, he was sent flying outright!
With a thud, he slamd hard against a pillar, creating countless cracks!
"Cough cough..."
Two disciples rushed over promptly, preventing Master Lei from falling.
At that mont, wiping the blood spilling from his mouth, he forcefully suppressed the turbulent blood and qi within his body.
Embarrassing, oh so embarrassing.
Master Lei's face, under the gaze of great anticipation that turned into suspicion, was nearly red enough to die of sha...
"If I had not been worried about destroying the legacy of your Single Line Fist Sect and refrained from using Inner Strength, you would already be dead."
At this mont, Master Lei had no choice but to make excuses, his scalp tingling.
The onlookers nearly burst out laughing upon hearing this.
Those present were certainly not blind.
Master Lei did indeed possess so skill, but in front of Yu Xiaodong, he was as ek as tofu.
It was clear that he was simply no match for the other.
"Didn't use your Inner Strength? Lei, I'll give you another chance!"
Yu Xiaodong was naturally hot-tempered and upon seeing Master Lei still making excuses, he clenched his fists and moved closer towards him.
This action nearly caused Master Lei to kneel down in fright.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! I...I've suffered internal injuries from a recent retreat, you win! I admit defeat!"
In the past, by hyping himself up to create a reputation far beyond his actual abilities, Master Lei saw his facade crumble instantly after this match.
Seeing everyone looking at him with mockery, how could Master Lei dare to linger? He quickly fled with his disciples, leaving without a trace.
Imdiately, everyone turned their attention to Yu Xiaodong.
Although people were not very familiar with the Single Line Fist Sect, nor did they take it seriously before, today's demonstration proved it was not to be underestimated.
Even mbers of the three great families from Hong Kong Island turned their eyes toward Yu Xiaodong.
Contemplating on how to recruit him for their own use.
"Ladies and gentlen,"
Having made a na for himself in one battle, Yu Xiaodong stood proudly at the center of the crowd.
"My Single Line Fist Sect believes in overpowering opponents directly! My martial philosophy is fundantally opposed to that of the Leis! Today's fight was sothing I had prepared for well in advance before I arrived!"
Angered by earlier disdain from those around him, Yu Xiaodong was quite annoyed!
He attended today's Martial Arts exchange to make a na for himself!
This step he had already achieved with great success! Yu Xiaodong then swept his defiant gaze across the crowd and scoffed, "At today's Martial Arts exchange, I believe there are esteed grandmasters present, but there will also be those who falsely claim such titles and deceive the world!"
"Today, I, Yu Xiaodong, am here to expose the phonies!"
"Anyone who disagrees with , step forward! Let's see who is superior, you or my Single Line Fist Sect!"
Yu Xiaodong's words, powered with Inner Strength, resonated like a great bell, reverberating throughout the chamber. Those who heard it felt a sharp pain in their eardrums!
Seeing Yu Xiaodong's gaze sweeping over them, many unconsciously stepped back.
So lacked confidence, while others were unwilling to confront his sharp edge.
While Yu Xiaodong was not as showy and fraudulent as Master Lei, he certainly wasn't a good person by default.
He was blatant about his ambition, proclaiming his challenge to all present. Indeed, his goal was to make a na for himself.
Though there were those among the crowd capable of fighting him, no one wished to be the stepping stone for his fa.
With just those few words, defeating him wouldn't bring any glory, but losing would reduce one to be labeled as a deceiver and a thief of fa, just as he had described.
"Xu Fan, do you know him?"
Master Lei was sent flying by Yu Xiaodong in less than ten seconds, which brought a considerable shock to Zhong Xingyue's heart.
Seeing Xu Fan sizing up Yu Xiaodong, Zhong Xingyue couldn't help but ask, driven by curiosity.
"Not really, but there is a bit of a connection,"
Xu Fan replied, his eyes slightly narrowed, assessing Yu Xiaodong, who was looking around for an opponent.
Yu Xiaodong's Single Line Fist Sect did have so rit, and if he hadn't guessed wrong, he was likely related to the master generation of Wang Zhennan.
Having defeated Wang Zhennan with a single punch, this relationship laid the foundation for a certain connection between himself and Yu Xiaodong.
"Hm?"
Just as he was pondering who would be the next to jump up and take on Yu Xiaodong,
suddenly, soone stepped out from the crowd...
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