Tai Chi emphasizes aggression, speed, and powerful strikes.
And Doucai clearly has pushed the essence of Tai Chi to the extre.
You could see him swinging, pounding, sweeping, thrusting, and striking with all his might in each punch.
Every punch carried an overwhelming force, seemingly desperate to smash Jiang Chuan's body to pieces.
Looking at the montum, one can't help but be amazed. Such terrifying combat power, who dares to challenge? Who can challenge it?
However, looking at Jiang Chuan on the opposite side, he wasn't panicked at all!
No matter how Doucai attacked, Jiang Chuan still kept his hands behind his back, using only his leg movents to dodge and evade effortlessly.
In the blink of an eye, Doucai had launched over thirty punches, yet he hadn't even touched Jiang Chuan's hem!
"Interesting!"
On the edge of the ring, Du Chuan watched with interest, hugging his shoulders, with a faint smile on his lips.
The spectators around the ring were already stunned. They had never seen soone dodge so effortlessly and elegantly, filled with artistry.
Indeed, Jiang Chuan's figure was exceptionally graceful, weaving and dodging, his footwork swirled as if stepping out a Tai Chi Bagua, dazzling viewers.
Before entering the Devil's Training Camp in Africa, Jiang Chuan already possessed formidable skills, having learned mysterious Huaxia Kung Fu from an enigmatic old man from Huaxia.
During his ti in Africa, Jiang Chuan further combined Huaxia Kung Fu with modern combat techniques, creating his own unique practical style.
Thus, in this ring, Jiang Chuan showcased a variety of styles, sotis soft and mysterious, sotis firm and fierce, seamlessly combining wide openings with delicate softness, delivering a combat power that couldn't be underestimated.
Jiang Chuan's powerful aura emanated, filled with a bloodthirsty sharpness, astonishing all!
Looking back at Doucai, he was clearly thrown into chaos by Jiang Chuan's assault. His Tai Chi was impressive, but in front of Jiang Chuan, it was evidently lacking.
"It's over!"
Jiang Chuan coldly uttered these words. Then, he suddenly swung a punch, a move like Mount Tai pressing down, as if a giant mountain descended from the sky, hamring down on Doucai's head with imnse weight.
On Doucai's face was a grave expression, he dared not slack and hurriedly raised his fist to et it.
With Doucai's strength, he could withstand a pressure of a thousand kilograms, but when he felt Jiang Chuan's seemingly casual punch, a look of terror imdiately surfaced on his face!
"Crack!"
The sound of bone breaking echoed crisply throughout the arena, Doucai's arm quickly fractured the mont it t Jiang Chuan's fist.
"Ah!"
Doucai couldn't help but let out a miserable scream. The intense pain instantly deprived him of his combat power, and he imdiately knelt before Jiang Chuan.
The entire venue fell silent, so quiet that a pin could be heard if it dropped.
Only Doucai's painful groans and the large droplets of sweat falling onto the stage could be heard.
It was a long while before a burst of uproar erupted, like a tidal wave almost tearing the roof of the venue off.
"How could it be? He actually won!"
"It's unreasonable; Doucai couldn't block even a single punch! This man is formidable!"
"Doucai... lost! My money!"
For a mont, exclamations, doubts, and wails filled the air, and people were shocked to realize how powerful this seemingly unremarkable young man truly was.
Fan Zhenhua was stunned to the point of being petrified. It took him quite a while before he snapped out of it, subconsciously glancing at the wailing Doucai lying on the ground, then turning and fleeing.
But before he could escape a few steps, a faint silhouette had already blocked his path.
"Where are you going?"
"I... I, what do you want?"
Fan Zhenhua looked at the Jiang Chuan in front of him in terror, his body trembling like a sieve.
Jiang Chuan hugged his shoulders, looking at him coldly, and asked, "What do you think? You bet and lost. Now that I've won, I'm here to claim your life!"
Just then, soone rushed in like a whirlwind, grabbed Fan Zhenhua by the clothes, and an angry roar echoed in his ear.
"Fan Zhenhua, do you still rember ?" Du Chuan glared at Fan Zhenhua, roaring in fury.
At the sa ti, the sharp tip of a dagger in his hand was heavily pressed against Fan Zhenhua's neck.
Fan Zhenhua quickly recognized Du Chuan and instantly understood everything, frightfully begging for rcy, "Du, I was wrong, I was wrong!"
Du Chuan pressed aggressively, his eyes seed capable of spewing fire!
"Fifteen years ago, you were my subordinate. I treated you well. Without , you wouldn't even have a place to stay in Yanbei!"
"Ten years ago, you betrayed , deceitfully seized my property, and drove my family out of Yanbei! How should this debt be settled?"
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