Absolute Crushing!

The compacted Yellow Mud Ground broke into Fist- sized hard lumps. The midday sun shone brightly on the Martial Arts Field, and fine dust particles danced in the beams of light, rising and falling with each rapid breath.

The shadows of people were intertwined, and it was impossible to tell how many people were clinging to the walls of the Martial Arts Field.

Silence reigned.

Lan Tai looked down, his shadow swaying beneath his feet. He then turned to look at his Master and found Pang Qinghe expressionless, or rather, so blank that he couldn't make any lively expression.

The junior apprentice lost.

In a boxing match, either one side overpowers the other and forcefully returns the blow, or they bounce back and retreat. It would never be like this, stuck together.

There's only one possibility: Liang Qu's control over power far surpasses Kou Zhuang's! His upper body wasn't being forced backward by the blow; he was dissipating the force! He traded distance for power, sticking to Kou Zhuang's Fist, and then violently pressing it back with Iron Plank Bridge stance! An absolute crushing of skill and brute force! With just one punch, his junior brother lost completely!

Looking at the grinning young man on the field, Lan Tai suddenly felt his mouth go dry.

The other party did it on purpose; they wanted to eliminate all the fancy and gimmicky things.

The junior brother was incredibly strong, like a giant, so he would compete with him in strength! He would show everyone the most visually striking and intense clash! Liang Qu was more than a head shorter than Kou Zhuang, but he used his Fist to forcefully suppress him, forcing the other to look up at him!

What back and forth, punches and kicks.

If the opponent comes to challenge us, we must crush them with the most powerful attitude.

Those scholars, farmers, young masters, and lords outside couldn't understand the dangers of a duel; they only knew that whoever was stronger was the most powerful! And Liang Qu was very strong! Absolutely strong!

Yang Dongxiong stroked his beard, a smile playing on his lips.

Xu Zishuai bit off the grass stems one by one and hummed, "Innate Strong Bone and immense strength, his Second Barrier of cultivation is comparable to that of Four Gates Martial Master. He is extraordinary by nature, but unfortunately, he is only comparable to the fourth level, not surpassed."

Junior Brother Liang is a true Innate Martial Bone; he's stronger than Second Barrier than at the fourth! What a pity about that big guy.

"Ah!"

Kou Zhuang's eyes were bloodshot, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his arms were trembling uncontrollably.

He stretched out another hand, but Liang Qu intercepted it halfway through. Their palms collided, creating a barely perceptible shockwave in the air.

The Yellow Earth dust flew up and tumbled along the cross-section, rolling away close to the ground.

The two transformed into iron Raging Bull, constantly grappling with each other, but one was rooted to the spot, and no matter how the other tried to break the ground, it was to no avail.

With Dragon Tendons Tiger Bones as large as a dragon and bones as strong as a tiger, his energy was boundless and his strength limitless. He could drag nine oxen backwards, and his momentum was unstoppable! Liang Qu exhaled Long Qi from his mouth and nose, his feet lifted off the ground, and his large tendons all over his body twisted and coiled like pythons, providing him with explosive power. His bones were like cast bronze and iron, incomparably fierce and powerful. He pushed Kou Zhuang forward step by step.

Kou Zhuang tried to break free, but he couldn't get out at all.

The 2.1-meter-tall man was forced to retreat by Liang Qu alone, which thrilled the audience outside the wall, and the apprentices Martial Arts School cheered loudly.

Overcome with excitement, the scholar on the wall took out a silver ingot from his pocket and threw it into the courtyard.

Fighting shirtless, Liang Qu was too lazy to resort to underhanded tactics.

The clothes were the most ordinary cloth garments, which shattered in the intense churning of Qi and Blood with just one punch.

A torn strip of cloth hung from the thick belt, revealing an extremely muscular upper body. His chest was broad and his muscles were strong, but not bulky; the lines were as smooth as flowing water.

A raw, untamed energy washes over you.

The female students in the Martial Arts School covered their eyes, but couldn't help peeking through a crack. Even the ones brought by Pang Qinghe did the same.

But if we were to ask who was the most excited among everyone present, it would undoubtedly be Li LiBo and Chen Jiechang, who were hugging each other.

They watched Liang Qu grow from a small-time fisherman to where he is today!

"Water Bro is awesome!!!"

Kou Zhuang felt dizzy and lightheaded. After half a year of learning martial arts, his Master praised him for his extraordinary talent, and every fellow disciple said that he was incredibly strong and a natural-born martial arts prodigy.

No one could stay in Hua Zhu County any longer, and everyone placed high hopes on this martial arts competition.

"We can't lose! We can't lose!" An even more powerful force erupted from Kou Zhuang's body, his muscles bulging.

Liang Qu's steps faltered, but he wouldn't tolerate Kou Zhuang. He suddenly pulled Kou Zhuang's arms back to his chest, twisted his body, and kicked Kou Zhuang in the side.

The airflow generated by the toes emitted a sharp whistling sound, lashing through the air like a whip.

Kou Zhuang tried to stop him, but he couldn't stop him at all.

A terrifying force surged forth like a flood, spreading from the arms, shoulders, back, waist, and abdomen.

Kou Zhuang's entire body trembled like waves, the tension pulsating endlessly, until finally they all exploded.

Like a stone thrown into a lake, splashing water.

Its entire body flew into the air before crashing to the ground, rolling around endlessly.

The apprentices who followed him all stepped aside, Kou Zhuang only stopped rolling after he crashed into a stone pillar while scraping the ground.

With a single kick, the little giant was sent flying. The students of the Yang Martial Hall blushed, feeling a surge of excitement filling their chests.

Ordinary people rarely witness such a scene, and their hearts are filled with emotion.

As expected of Master Yang's disciple!

Amazing!! Villagers from Yi Xing Town traveled sixteen miles to watch the martial arts competition, shouting Liang Qu's name in their voices.

Kou Zhuang clutched his lower back and abdomen, his entire face contorted in pain.

The excruciating pain was like a python devouring a person, spreading along the tendons and bones, inch by inch, through the flesh and blood.

But he held his breath and stood up again.

Liang Qu stood still, his brows slightly furrowed.

Both Innate Martial Bone and Martial Dao Divinity; the gap between them was enormous, both in terms of technique and strength.

He held back because the other party's Master was being relatively polite; otherwise, he would have kicked the other party in the head.

So clueless! They should have just marked out a field and considered it a loss if they had qualified.

Kou Zhuang readjusted his breathing, maximizing his physical strength, internal energy, and Blood Qi circulation.

The ground caved in, and giants descended from the sky, attacking once more.

Liang Qu charged out at almost the same time, his right hand flashing like lightning, slashing horizontally and striking Kou Zhuang's elbow, which he was using to block. His left hand transformed from a fist into a palm, striking Kou Zhuang's neck, and his momentum suddenly exploded.

With a surge of internal energy, Kou Zhuang contracted his body, raised his hands to protect himself, and disregarded the excruciating pain that felt like his bones were being cracked. He pushed aside Liang Qu's left hand, reached out his right arm to grab Liang Qu's shoulder, and attempted to sidestep and strike him.

Unexpectedly, Liang Qu stopped in time, pressed his palm down on Kou Zhuang's right arm, and easily tucked it under his armpit. Using this as the center, he stepped his left foot into the ground and his right foot soared into the sky like a dragon, kicking Kou Zhuang's neck to the side, almost separating it from his body, and both feet even left the ground.

Kou Zhuang was flying in mid-air when Liang Qu threw punches like arrows, delivering several blows in succession, and finally kicked him away again with a side kick.

Force rose from the ground, Kou Zhuang, like a drifting willow catkin or a tattered rag doll, helplessly yielded to the gale, bouncing off the ground and crashing into the stone pillar once more.

Blood Water mixed with sweat spurted out, the stone pillar cracked with a finger-width fissure, and white ash fell in a flurry.

The onlookers cheered loudly, and a deafening roar of screams and shouts erupted.

Several months later, Liang Qu was no longer the naive young man who relied on brute force to Fist; the opponent's attempts to get close were completely ineffective.

Kou Zhuang fell to the ground as if the world was spinning, swallowing large mouthfuls of dust that stuck to the mucous membrane of his throat. He wanted to cough, but there was no breath in his lungs.

Liang Qu's final kick landed squarely on his chest, knocking him out of his wits.

He was like an angry bull, but what he rammed was the boundless sea, only splashing up tiny droplets of water.

"Da Zhuang, that's enough, we admit defeat."

Pang Qinghe suddenly spoke up.

He had already figured it out; Liang Qu was definitely not an ordinary person and most likely possessed genuine Martial Bone.

In a prefecture or state, a prodigy who might only appear once every few decades has been encountered by them, so they have no choice but to accept it.

"I haven't lost yet."

Kou Zhuang, gritted his teeth and uttered a sentence.

He weighed 12.6 pounds at birth. His mother suffered a difficult labor and severe bleeding, and the midwife had to cut open his abdomen with a polished stone knife to save his life.

When my father was nine years old, he went hunting in the mountains and was hit on the head by a falling rock. When he was found, he had been torn to pieces by wild wolves.

He grew to be 5.5 feet tall by the age of twelve. All the children in the village regarded him as a monster, and the villagers said he was a jinx, that he would bring death to his mother at birth and to his father when he grew up.

When he was fifteen, there was a severe drought in the surrounding area. The Village Elder said that he had offended Heaven and had to atone for the villagers' sins. He harnessed a plow and plowed the fields from house to house every day like an animal.

Later, bandits came and killed the villagers. They freed Kou Zhuang and wanted him to kill more people. His Master happened to pass by, rescued him, taught him martial arts, and said that he was not a monster and that his talent was a gift from heaven.

Finally, I can finally do something for my Master and fellow disciples.

"How can we lose? How can we lose? How can we lose!"

Kou Zhuang spat out a mouthful of blood, braced himself on the ground with his knuckles white, and, gripping the crack in the stone pillar, shakily stood up again.

The dust was stirred up by the airflow, rising and falling like Whirlwind with every breath.

The veins on his neck bulged out like thin red snakes, throbbing constantly. Kou Zhuang's whole body turned crimson, almost as if he was bleeding!

For a moment, the cheering audience fell silent, shocked and bewildered by his terrifying will.

If I get up again, I'll really be beaten to death. It's just a friendly sparring match, isn't it?

Liang Qu was surprised.

What's going on here? Sit-ups?

Am I the villain?

Immediately afterward, he noticed a dark shadow flash in front of him, and when he came to his senses, Kou Zhuang had vanished.

Pang Qinghe stood at the sidelines, holding his disciple with one arm, and slapped Kou Zhuang on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.

"We concede defeat in this match."