Might Overcomes Three-Stage Technique

Outside the main entrance of the martial arts school, on the open ground, the first match began.

According to the martial arts circles, those who challenge a school are considered unwelcome guests, uninvited visitors. Because they are not invited, they do not enter the building.

"Jianxiong Martial Arts School, Zhou You."

"Great Village Fist, Zhang Shiyu."

After each side announced their affiliation, they officially entered the engagement phase.

Zhang Shiyu's starting stance was peculiar, as if walking on muddy ground. It appeared clumsy and slow, but in reality, it was incredibly fast.

This was the foundational leg technique of Great Village Fist... Mud-Treading Steps.

He flickered to Zhou You's blind spot and launched a vicious straight punch, aiming for the vulnerable spot under his armpit.

The armpit is close to the chest. Once struck, it would cause chest tightness and blurred vision, leading to certain defeat.

"Farmer's trick."

Wang Jianxiong snorted, showing no sign of anger.

The origin of Great Village Fist indeed drew inspiration from farming, but as it developed, it absorbed the essence of many martial arts, evolving into a mature boxing system with formidable power.

Zhou You was slightly surprised. He remembered that the opponent had also been a student at the martial arts school, and the training intensity was no less than his own. It wasn't strange for him to possess some skill.

He immediately countered with a punch, meeting the opponent's straight punch head-on.

The two distinctly different forces collided, and the air let out a popping sound.

Zhang Shiyu recoiled his arm as if he had touched something hot. He never expected the opponent's internal force to be so robust.

This was not the kind of power an apprentice who had just begun cultivating internal force would possess.

He put away his underestimation. Stepping on the Mud-Treading Steps, he darted behind Zhou You in a few quick movements.

To his surprise, the next moment, Zhou You twisted his upper body 180 degrees, using his waist as an axis, facing him directly.

"Wolf's gaze, a sign of great ill omen."

The eight characters appeared in Zhang Shiyu's mind, and a gust of foul wind hit him.

They exchanged blows four or five times. Zhou You's bones were hard, and his attacks were powerful and heavy. Each collision felt like a mountain collapsing.

He subconsciously felt he had been tricked. This Zhou You wasn't the weakest; instead, he was one of the top students at Jianxiong Martial Arts School.

The Wang surname was too insidious, using such a scheme while holding the home advantage.

Zhou You's fierce fists came head-on, imbued with internal force, carrying an unstoppable momentum that landed on Zhang Shiyu's body.

"Parting the Grass to Find the Snake."

Zhang Shiyu, a mixture of shock and anger, pushed his hands apart, tearing through the incoming gust of force.

Zhou You lunged forward, colliding with a powerful, brute force. His shadow instantly enveloped the ground.

"Uprooting the Earth."

Zhang Shiyu's foot moved like an iron shovel, easily digging into the ground and scooping up large clods of earth.

Each clod of earth was infused with internal force, falling like raindrops, instantly covering Zhou You's face.

Zhou You raised his hand to block the barrage of earth, and Zhang Shiyu's voice reached his ears, "Great Disorderly Planting."

Swish, swish, swish. Zhang Shiyu's figure flickered through the dust, moving so fast that Zhou You could only catch glimpses of afterimages.

He accelerated his pace, moving rapidly around Zhou You from front to back and left to right.

The Mud-Treading Steps were unleashed at full speed. Zhang Shiyu's figures appeared from all directions, making it impossible for the enemy to predict his movements or trajectory.

Various attacks rained down on Zhou You like a storm.

His forehead, chest, abdomen, shoulders, and back – it was impossible to predict the opponent's target.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, the swirling afterimages around him abruptly converged, and a killing intent, born from nothing, erupted.

"Sickle Cut, heads are cut like grass."

Among the spectators, Lu Qiang reacted the fastest. "Not good, it's the Three-Stage Technique."

Uprooting the Earth was meant to disrupt vision, Great Disorderly Planting was to destabilize Zhou You's footing, and this final move was the true killing blow.

One, two, three – a total of three consecutive moves.

This was a set of moves, a combination technique in martial arts, also known as the Three-Stage Technique.

Jianxiong Martial Arts School also had Three-Stage Techniques, but only seasoned students with ten years of training could cultivate them.

For example, Xu Ying had mastered a set of Three-Stage Techniques, which he could unleash with such force that it stirred up sand and stones, darkening the sky and earth.

Who would have thought that Zhang Shiyu, at such a young age, had also learned the Three-Stage Technique?

And Zhou You, who had only recently become a formal disciple, was still in the stage of refining his internal force and would not know this ultimate move.

This match was not a fair contest from the very beginning.

"Master, Zhou You is probably in trouble."

Lu Qiang couldn't help but plead, "Even if he loses, it's not due to his own fault."

"Don't jump to conclusions yet, let's watch more!"

The Martial Arts School Head, Wang Jianxiong, said concisely.

If Zhou You lost in front of his own school, he, the "Tiger" Wang, would lose too much face.

Lu Qiang couldn't help but shake his head, silently mourning Zhou You's fate, thinking that any struggle would end in defeat.

In the arena, Zhang Shiyu unleashed a three-hit combo, building up to his peak state. He raised his arms like scythes, crossing them to slash at Zhou You's neck.

With the infusion of Internal Force, even a body of flesh and blood could exhibit the power of tempered steel.

The air sliced and flowed through the gaps between his fingers; cutting off a head like cutting grass was no exaggeration.

With a roar like a tiger on flat ground, Zhou You counterattacked from his desperate situation.

"Tiger Offering Libation."

He raised his hands as if holding up a bronze wine vessel, his stance incredibly steady, blocking Zhang Shiyu's left and right arms.

The destructive power accumulated in the Three-Stage Technique was formidable. It instantly unleashed sharp Internal Force, tearing through the flesh on Zhou You's arms, causing blood to gush.

Zhang Shiyu was overjoyed. He only needed to circulate his Internal Force, and he could crush even iron ingots into pulp.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed. His hands were stuck on Zhou You's arm bones.

The 25 points in defense attribute had granted Zhou You a robust physique, with no weaknesses from flesh to bone.

"Tiger Tail Kick."

A gust of wind that tore through the air struck him head-on.

It turned out Zhou You had activated his lumbar spine, his leg tendons driving his right foot to swing around his head, kicking out a step ahead of his fists.

He risked having his arms severed to create an opening for this flying kick that could split stone and penetrate wood.

Zhang Shiyu's forehead was struck, and stars flashed before his eyes. He cruelly tightened his grip, intending to break the opponent's arm.

Zhou You didn't dodge or evade. He retracted his body on the spot, actively crashing into the opponent's embrace.

This put Zhang Shiyu in a passive position. His arm-slashing moves missed, and it was too late to retract them into his embrace.

"Tiger Descends the Plains."

Zhou You grabbed Zhang Shiyu's waist and lunged forward, pushing off the ground with his feet and charging forward with all his might.

In a cloud of dust, the two flew out like cannonballs for over ten meters, crashing directly into the martial arts school's wall.

The stone wall, several meters high, collapsed on the spot, with broken bricks and tiles pouring down like a stream.

Dust billowed up from the ground, forming a curtain that obscured everyone's vision, making it impossible to see who was still alive.

"Enough, enough."

Seeing this, Zhuang Tie stepped forward, intending to intervene in the match and rescue his junior brother.

Swish A figure blocked his path. It was Lu Qiang, who had arrived just in time. He quickly blocked Zhuang Tie's way.

Zhuang Tie knew his master doted on Zhang Shiyu and feared he would be injured, so he intervened in his haste. However, Lu Qiang was not slow either.

"The match isn't decided, what are you doing?"

Lu Qiang glared at him protectively, "Go back."

Amidst the churning ruins, a figure struggled to get up.

It was Zhou You!

Zhou You kicked away a few obstructing bricks and leaped from the rubble, landing on the flat ground.

Behind him, Zhang Shiyu rolled onto the ground like a torn sack. He struggled for a moment before being unable to move any further.

He had won this match!

"Martial Arts School Head, I have not disgraced my mission."

Zhou You cupped his hands in a salute to Wang Jianxiong, panting heavily.