Inch Force

The moment he said that, not only Zhou En, but even the spectators who heard it burst into laughter.

Zhou En nodded and said, "Get ready to call me Grandpa."

After saying that, he immediately assumed a guard stance.

Although Zhou En had no idea what a guard stance was actually for, after watching so many fights, he knew it was extremely important.

However, Zhou En had simply picked the coolest-looking Sanda guard stance, looking every bit like a rookie trying to show off.

Across from him, Yue Hua held his right fist forward and his left fist back, both fists positioned along his body's centerline. The sight made Zhou En narrow his eyes slightly.

"This is a Wing Chun guard stance, protecting the entire body through the centerline," Liu Yu's voice carried through the microphone.

After all, Wing Chun's guard stance was neither as good-looking as Sanda's nor as flashy as Taekwondo's, so newcomers trying to look cool generally would not use a Wing Chun guard stance.

Zhou En could not help thinking of his Sun Character Consecutive Fist. Hadn't Su Lin taught it to him?

Wasn't the Sun Character Consecutive Fist a Wing Chun technique?

Then, putting all the clues together, there was only one possibility: Su Lin was an orthodox successor of Wing Chun.

"Coach Liu Yu, it seems quite a few people from your club are eyeing the official team member position," Zhang Li teased from the side.

Liu Yu was also rather surprised. A martial arts lineage was not like Zhou En and Lu Junhao, who only knew a single move that could be easily countered.

Every style's weaknesses in one form would be covered by the preceding form, creating a complete circle.

This greatly increased one's combat power.

Thinking of this, Zhou En was secretly alarmed. He raised his focus to the utmost.

He absolutely could not let Su Lin get close.

That was the only thought in Zhou En's mind.

Even an idiot knew that Wing Chun could unleash its greatest power only in close combat.

"Three, two, one, begin." The referee did not give everyone time to think and swiftly announced the start of the match.

Zhou En narrowed his eyes and threw a side kick at Su Lin.

Su Lin watched the incoming leg with an indifferent expression, calm to a frightening degree.

"Master." In a rural village, Su Lin bowed respectfully to the old man before him.

The wrinkles on the old man's face seemed ready to fall off, and there were countless dark spots across it.

The old man looked at the somewhat slack youth before him and slowly said, "Do you know that you are not my only disciple?"

Su Lin fell silent for a moment. It was clear that he was somewhat uneasy as he slowly replied, "This disciple does not know."

If outsiders had been present, they would surely have thought the two were acting, or perhaps insane.

A scene that could only appear in fantasy novels was actually taking place in a humble rural household.

The old man sighed, and the age in his expression seemed to deepen.

"It has been more than seventy years since I learned Wing Chun from Ip Man. All my fellow disciples from those days have already died."

Anyone who heard those words would have been shocked. Ip Man was said to be Bruce Lee's master, yet this man had actually been Bruce Lee's fellow disciple.

"I had always wanted to find someone to inherit and carry on Wing Chun, but talented martial artists were simply too difficult to find."

At that point, the old man paused.

"Then I met your Senior Disciple Brother. He had exceptional talent for martial arts and was upright and humble, so I decided to teach him Wing Chun."

"Your Senior Disciple Brother truly lived up to expectations and became a grandmaster of his generation."

"At the time, I never expected your Senior Disciple Brother's hunger for fame to be so great. After completing his training, he began teaching Wing Chun on a massive scale and opened Wing Chun schools all over the country."

Su Lin asked in slight confusion, "Isn't that a good thing?"

"Heh heh." The old man let out two bitter laughs, his voice seemingly filled with endless desolation.

"I warned your Senior Disciple Brother, but not only did he refuse to listen, he went even further."

"He turned the teachings of our Yongchun lineage into books and sold them widely in bookstores everywhere."

Su Lin fell silent after hearing this. He did not know what to say. People simply had different aspirations; those who followed different paths could not work together.

But from another perspective, as a disciple, he should have listened to his master no matter what.

"The reason I took you as a disciple was in the hope that you could defeat your Senior Disciple Brother fairly and honorably during the Battle of a Hundred Schools."

Hearing his master reveal his true feelings, Su Lin's expression dimmed. So his master had not accepted him because of his great talent, but merely to take revenge on Senior Disciple Brother.

Seemingly seeing through his disciple's thoughts, the old man said, "That is only one reason. The most important reason is that your talent is no less than anyone else's."

"But I still hope that you can defeat your Senior Disciple Brother fairly and honorably during the Hundred Schools War."

Those words gave Su Lin both hope and pressure. From then on, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to learning Wing Chun from his master.

Su Lin looked at the leg sweeping toward him and ignored it entirely, charging straight into Zhou En's arms.

"My God! Su Lin actually gave up defending and directly closed in on Zhou En!" Zhang Li shrieked, completely abandoning her usual composure.

"Zhou En, today I'll show you the real Sun Character Consecutive Fist." As Su Lin spoke, he hammered his right fist viciously into Zhou En's abdomen.

In the stands, Liu Yu's eyes widened involuntarily. With her wealth of experience, she instantly realized that there was only one way for Su Lin to deal with Zhou En's incoming kick at this point.

Inch Force. Only if Su Lin had mastered Inch Force could he strike Zhou En's lower abdomen in such a short time, achieving the goal of relieving the siege by attacking the enemy's rear.

However, countless martial arts enthusiasts had tried learning Wing Chun's Inch Force, yet without exception, all had failed.

Could Su Lin, a young man who had only just turned twenty, do it?

At that moment, everyone had the same question. Anyone with even a little martial arts knowledge could see it plainly.

Su Lin wanted to use an Inch Punch to strike Zhou En's lower abdomen.

An Inch Punch was a strike that generated force within an inch of distance, hence its name.

Many people misunderstood the Inch Punch, believing it to be an extremely powerful punching technique.

But that was not the case. The Inch Punch, or rather all Wing Chun techniques, pursued speed.

Therefore, if Su Lin had such profound Wing Chun fundamentals, he could deliver the Inch Punch to Zhou En's lower abdomen before Zhou En's leg touched him.

Thud! As a muffled groan rang out, everyone could barely bear to watch.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Before anyone could figure out who had won, a succession of punching sounds rang out.

Now, even the dumbest person understood.

This was the Sun Character Consecutive Fist. Su Lin had won.

Realizing this, everyone revealed shocked expressions. The biggest dark horse in the competition was not Zhou En, but Su Lin.

Zhou En lay face-down on the ground. He knew Su Lin had held back, or he would not have been completely unharmed.