Although Hua Qingyi was constantly guarding against the Middle Eastern gentleman, he hadn’t anticipated that the attack would be aid at his lower body. The gentleman’s leg skills were quite formidable, easily ranking among the top five of all the experts Hua Qingyi had encountered.
When most people attack, they unconsciously make a small movent with their shoulders, whether punching or kicking. But unexpectedly, the Middle Eastern gentleman was so skilled that his flying kick was almost in a lateral state, with not a hint of shoulder movent—truly catching one off guard.
The kick was fierce and ca with such force that one wrong move would spell disaster. Hua Qingyi didn’t dodge—or rather, there was no ti for him to dodge. Against such a formidable opponent, retreating even a step would an continuous defeat. The Middle Eastern gentleman excelled in broad and aggressive moves, advancing step by step with deadly strikes, leaving no room for avoidance. If you dodged once, the next move would follow relentlessly without pause.
As a mber of Dragon Soul, Hua Qingyi had his unique insights into analyzing battlefield dynamics. Realizing that dodging was not an option, his approach to attacking was often about direct confrontation. Despite appearing sowhat slender next to the burly Middle Eastern gentleman, Hua Qingyi’s explosive power and strength were definitely within the top ten of Dragon Soul.
Fortunately, Hua Qingyi was on high alert, tracking the gentleman’s movents. Although the gentleman was fast, Hua Qingyi’s reactions were equally quick. He mustered his strength, filled his leg with power, and swiftly swept upward to block the gentleman’s kick.
"Bang!" The sound resembled tal clashing against tal.
Tum-tum-tum!
Though Hua Qingyi blocked the gentleman’s kick, to dissipate the force of the impact, he chose to retreat. A faint pain tingled in his foot as he silently marveled at the gentleman’s prowess. Although he wasn’t injured, the power was enough to cause a painful sensation in his leg—truly unfathomable strength.
The Middle Eastern gentleman was also secretly surprised. This Dragon Soul Military Doctor lived up to his reputation. Even with seventy percent of his strength in that kick, he only managed to push him back, not injure him. Outwardly, though, the gentleman feigned a bit of disappointnt, sighing, "A re military doctor is all you are, unable to withstand even seventy percent of my power!"
Hua Qingyi was already shocked after being pushed back by the gentleman, and hearing his comnt only compounded the astonishnt. The gentleman had already taken advantage in that strike, and his forceful words further oppressed Hua Qingyi’s morale.
"Is that all the Middle Eastern gentleman has? Resorting to sneak attacks, and yet, after attacking, you’re no more successful than a futile retreat!" Hua Qingyi refused to be outmatched in spirit. Straightening his back, he advanced with fists ready, unwilling to let the gentleman seize control. Being dominated by such an expert could an a life-or-death decision in the next mont.
"Big talk. I’ll see how you escape my grasp!" the Middle Eastern gentleman shouted, accompanying his words with a punch, their fists colliding.
Hua Qingyi was holding back his rage, feeling the imnse force of the opponent’s punch, almost ready to be blown away, yet he forced himself to endure it. His right leg followed with a sweeping kick, while his left hand attacked the gentleman’s chin at an incredible angle—an unyielding and fierce offensive that was bound to strike no matter how the gentleman reacted.
Seeing the danger, the gentleman realized this was almost a mutually destructive move. Though Hua Qingyi left himself vulnerable, the gentleman could land a punch on his body, but a counter from Hua Qingyi’s fist or iron leg would slow him down. Unwilling to engage in a lose-lose outco, and confident in his imminent victory, the gentleman decided to avoid it.
Using the recoil from their clash, the gentleman quickly retreated to dodge Hua Qingyi’s montum. Inwardly, he admired Hua Qingyi’s skill—a tough opponent worthy of his full effort.
Witnessing his move forcing the gentleman back, Hua Qingyi relentlessly pressed forward again, unwilling to miss the opportunity.
Another mutual destruction strategy caused the gentleman to retreat three steps. With this distance, as Hua Qingyi attacked again, the gentleman forcefully countered with a punch mid-way, intercepting Hua Qingyi’s strike. Their four fists collided, causing Hua Qingyi to retreat five steps, feeling his vitality stirred violently, and his fist as if shattered, unbearably painful.
The gentleman only retreated two steps before stabilizing his stance, eyes revealing an intense expression. He flexed his muscles, his clothes tearing apart, exposing his robust musculature. Cracking sounds emitted from his neck, exuding a fearso presence.
"Not bad, forcing back repeatedly and making show my full strength. You’re the first in three years, making my trip to Huaxia worthwhile. The warm-up is over. I hope the next battle satisfies !" The gentleman’s muscle display radiated explosive power.
Hua Qingyi felt frustrated. Having exhausted nearly all his energy in the last offensive, he only managed to push back the opponent, who regarded the fight thus far as re warm-up. This Middle Eastern man is truly insane.
"I feel the sa, and I hope you won’t disappoint either!" Hua Qingyi’s handso face bore a slight smile. Though the opponent’s strength exceeded his, his speed was slightly slower. Now, he could only rely on a hit-and-run approach to delay.
This ti, the gentleman unleashed his full power, no longer holding back. His stepping speed was a third faster than before. Alard, Hua Qingyi realized how deceptively powerful the gentleman was—quick despite his formidable size, indicating he had been holding back earlier.
Every step closer, Hua Qingyi was entirely overpowered. He hadn’t expected the gentleman to be not only vastly stronger but also faster than he could compete with.
"Uh!" Hua Qingyi grunted as his body slamd towards a screen, the imnse force blasting a hole through it.
The excruciating pain was unprecedented, Hua Qingyi feeling as though he’d t death, or sothing even worse. At this mont, he had only one thought: Brother, if you don’t co now, I’ll be finished here.
At nearly the sa mont, a loud crash ca from the wall behind the gentleman’s four subordinates. A section of the wall, two ters square, split into four parts, shooting towards the backs of those subordinates.
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