A Desperate Counterattack

He didn't intervene in their argument because verbal attacks are part of the battle; whether it's undermining the opponent's confidence or provoking their anger, these are common psychological tactics.

Huang Tu said with a gloomy face, "It seems even the heavens aren't on your side in the Stone Forest arena. Kid, are you prepared to spend half a year in bed?"

Si Ming yawned exaggeratedly, stretched, and said, "No need, I just want to go back to bed now. I can tell you're a person who has received proper etiquette, so please be considerate and surrender early so I can go back to sleep sooner. It's better for everyone."

"Looks like you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin."

"Don't worry, I won't try to take it from you."

"You only have three minutes left to be stubborn. Don't compare me to those other losers. I'm not on the same level as you half-baked idiots."

"You'll have plenty of chances to keep your mouth shut, because I'm a gentleman who doesn't hit people in the face, and I'm very magnanimous. I'll give the loser the chance to howl like a stray dog. Here are a few classic lines for you: 'You'll remember this,' 'I'll make you pay next time,' 'What an annoying feeling.'"

The two exchanged barbs, one genuinely angry, the other simply wanting to vent, as they slowly made their way to the battleground, which was piled high with various massive rocks, and stood facing each other.

With only one minute left before the duel began, both men shut their mouths and secretly adjusted their breathing, knowing that nothing was more effective at silencing the other than violence.

Bang!

The moment the gong sounded, Si Ming took the lead and rushed towards his opponent with a move called "Dunjia Heavenly Movement," while simultaneously striking forward with both hands.

This move looked like an ordinary punch, but during the punch, the muscles and tendons on Si Ming's arms vibrated violently, causing his sleeves to swirl like a blower, making the air within a foot radius surge violently like an explosion. Especially the center of his fists, which seemed to contain some kind of incredible and terrifying power.

This is the ultimate Wild Ball Fist!

The most powerful elementary fist technique in the world is utterly powerless before it is mastered, resembling a child's fight. However, once mastered, it is like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, displaying unparalleled divine power beyond imagination.

Huang Tu, who was behind, reacted quickly. He keenly sensed the sharp hostility coming his way and felt the powerful force of the Da Cheng Wild Ball Fist. Having lost the initiative, he should have avoided the enemy's sharp edge and sought another counterattack, but instead, he advanced instead.

Huang Tu's legs surged forward like a wild horse, kicking wildly and fiercely, closing the distance by three steps. His arms extended outward from his abdomen, passing through the midline of his body, and then pressed down violently like the Heaven -Heaven-Overturning Seal in mythology.

This is the ultimate martial art, "Tyrant Fist," personally taught to him by his master Universe-Shaking Divine General!

These two simple words encapsulate the Paramārtha of this boxing style: an overwhelming force that advances without retreat, shattering all obstacles in its path.

Four fists clashed, one feeling the other was a giant axe, the other a giant iron hammer. The immense force collided, and the bones in their arms creaked as if they could not bear the weight.

Si Ming seized the initiative and had the advantage of striking first, but Huang Tu's Internal Cultivation was stronger. Even though he mainly used external skills, he still cultivated his Internal Cultivation to the fifth level, which offset Si Ming's advantage of striking first.

When a master's elementary boxing technique is compared to a beginner's peerless boxing technique, the weaker one overcomes the stronger one. Si Ming actually has a subtle advantage, but the difference is too small to be obvious and cannot be seen from the outside.

The force rebounded, and Huang Tu took three steps backward in succession, channeling his power into his legs and sinking his breath to the ground. Each step was heavier than the last, and on the third step, with a cracking sound, the stone surface was actually crushed.

Si Ming had no direct resistance to the impact, he used his lightness skill to his advantage, combined with the footwork of the Dunjia Heavenly Movement Technique, and moved his feet in quick succession without making a sound. At the same time, he slightly opened his arms, and his body seemed to be gliding, constantly dissipating the force. When he retreated to a boulder as tall as a person, he stomped hard with one foot, transferring all the remaining force to it, and at the same time borrowing the new force from the rebound.

With a loud bang, the boulder was crushed to pieces. Using the force of the kick, Si Ming pounced back, his hands forming claws as he grabbed at his opponent's face—it was the Vulture Demon Bone Shattering!

Huang Tu was extremely shocked. This was the first time he had been defeated head-on in a contest with someone his age. In the past, he had always used his Tyrant Fist to pave the way and was invincible. If his opponents could dodge and avoid the strong points and attack the weak points, that would be fine. But anyone who dared to confront him head-on was crushed by him and would be defeated within five moves.

"Again!"

Realizing that the person in front of him was not someone he could easily deal with, nor was he just a buffoon who could only talk big, Huang Tu abandoned his underestimation. His expression became calm and serious, his skin slightly flushed, his chest puffed out, one hand under his crotch, the other bent, and his legs kicked out like an arrow.

Si Ming originally intended to avoid the opponent's strength and strike at their weak points, bypassing their stance to directly attack their vitals. However, the first round of combat made him realize that he was slightly inferior in terms of overall physical ability. Therefore, he wanted to avoid a direct confrontation. Unexpectedly, the Tyrant Fist's moves were seemingly clumsy yet skillful, living up to its status as a top-level martial art. It inadvertently blocked his attack route and collided head-on with his hands.

Si Ming quickly shook his arms, his wrists twisting in an arc to avoid the force of the Tyrant Fist, and grabbed Huang Tu's wrists, about to break them.

But then Huang Tu roared, urging all his strength into a squat. He bent his knees, shifted his shoulder joints forward, and his shoulder bones seemed to spring out of his shoulder sockets. The power of his fists suddenly increased, and his fist energy surged forth, which was the Raise Fire to Scorch the Heavens Stance!

Si Ming clenched his ten fingers inward, creating ten holes, which weakened Huang Tu's punch, but the remaining force still burst out and hit him squarely in the chest.

With a loud bang, Si Ming was thrown like a sandbag, flying far away until he crashed into a stone pillar and bounced to the ground. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, clearly suffering from serious internal injuries.

Chapter Fifty-Six: Desperate Counterattack

After only two exchanges, both were already injured, because they were both eager for a quick victory and adopted the most intense offensive tactics from the start, resulting in mutual destruction.

Even though both were injured, the situations were different. Huang Tu was injured in the wrist, which affected the strength of both arms. In game terms, his attack power decreased, but his health did not decrease much. Si Ming, on the other hand, was injured in the chest, which resulted in a decrease in health and a weakened state.

When they saw Si Ming vomit blood, Murong Qing and the other two couldn't help but show expressions of tension and worry. The referee also secretly raised his spirits, ready to rush into the arena at any moment to prevent a possible tragedy and announce the result.

"Again!"

Huang Tu endured the stinging pain in his wrist, circulated his True Qi to stop the bleeding, and understood the principle that opportunity should not be missed. He stomped his legs and exerted his strength again. A force shot up from the ground, entered the Yongquan acupoint, and rushed up his legs, buttocks, and spine.

In an instant, his two large buttocks collided and squeezed inward, bursting out with explosive force. Then, his anus tightened, and his entire spine burst out of his body like a dragon, surging and surging up his back. This was the phenomenon of "tiger crossing buttocks and dragon wagging its tail" when body refinement is nearing completion!

Si Ming had just gotten up from the ground when he saw his opponent charging towards him like a train, his momentum violent and swift, reaching its peak. He dared not block it, disregarding his image, and rolled to the side to dodge. He barely avoided the attack, and then heard a loud bang as Huang Tu smashed the stone pillar behind him into shattered tiles and ruins, sending rocks flying everywhere.

If this hits hard, it's not much better than being hit by a car traveling at 70 mph.

Huang Tu's attack missed, but his momentum did not diminish. He suddenly twisted and turned, his waist muscles bulging noticeably in his robes, and at the same time, his buttocks bulged, the muscles of which seemed like a startled python, violently leaping upwards.

With a jerk and a surge, the two large muscles on his back bulged, giving a powerful and shocking impression even through his clothes.

The so-called "Yongquan point (Kidney 1) generates energy, the kidneys generate qi, the anus lifts, the power reaches the four extremities, the legs rotate, and the buttocks clench." This symbolizes the peak of lower body training.

When striking, a still punch relies on the waist, while a moving punch relies on the hips; arm strength is secondary.

Huang Tu's offensive continued relentlessly. The wounded Si Ming dared not directly attack him, so he activated the Dunjia Heavenly Movement, moving around in all directions, doing as he pleased, constantly shifting and dodging, using the stone forest to evade the pursuit.

With a loud crash, another stone pillar was smashed to pieces.

The attack missed again. Seeing this, Huang Tu quickly used the Seven Star Steps. His legs moved like flowing water, endlessly, as lively as a mosquito dragon, as still as drifting clouds, as fast as thunder, and as swift as lightning.

As a prince from Military School, Huang Tu received a good education from a young age. He had famous teachers to guide him in the basics and began learning martial arts at the age of five. However, due to his age and physical development, he was like his peers, specializing in one martial art, while being mediocre in other areas. Although he was above average, he could not be considered outstanding.

As the ultimate technique of Spirit Transformation cultivator, "Tyrant Fist" had already consumed most of Huang Tu's energy. He had no time left to cultivate Higher Vehicle light footwork. Although his Seven Star Steps had reached its peak, it was still a basic footwork and could not compare to ultimate techniques like the Dunjia Heavenly Movement.