Baji Masters the Universe

It was just that this close engagement was noticeably a bit more rushed this time.

As He Ping stepped forward, before he could even get close, Song Ren met him with a powerful and heavy Pigua strike to the head.

He Ping deflected the Pigua with his elbow and moved forward again.

But to his surprise, Song Ren closed the distance at the same time.

From an angle He Ping hadn't noticed, Song Ren stepped into the space between He Ping's stance.

The next moment, his footwork suddenly retracted.

This tore open He Ping's usually stable lower body foundation, causing his form to falter for a moment.

By the time he reacted, Song Ren, who had initiated the close engagement, had already slammed into his side.

Baji Quan, Mountain Lean!

Bang!

A look of shock flashed across He Ping's face, and he was instantly sent heavily backward.

However, his resilience and reaction time were quite good.

Pushing off with his hands, before his back even hit the ground, he flipped himself back up.

The entire sequence was executed with great agility.

But as he got up, he was met with a stance, a bow fist, and finally a powerful strike from the elbow.

Baji Quan, Top Heart Elbow!

Bang!

This blow was incredibly brutal.

Unlike the Top Heart Elbow He Ping had missed earlier, this time it landed directly on He Ping's chest.

Gasp!

A large mouthful of blood sprayed out.

He Ping was sent flying back two to three meters, crashing heavily onto the ground.

At this moment, the spectators outside the ring, whose eyes had been shining with excitement, suddenly dimmed.

It seemed that Tyrannosaurus could only go this far.

He Ping quickly got up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Instead of dejection, his eyes grew even more excited:

"So strong!"

"You can even use Baji Quan, my specialty, with such ease."

"You truly are different."

He Ping hadn't refrained from using Baji Quan on the middle-tier stages before; it simply wasn't necessary.

His sheer power and physical advantages were enough to crush his opponents.

It was only when facing Song Ren that he unleashed his most proficient Baji Quan for the first time.

But now, it seemed it still wasn't particularly necessary...

Because he still couldn't win.

However, his personality was flamboyant and fearless. More than the outcome, he enjoyed the process.

Regardless of victory or defeat, or even life or death.

Just like the very first words he had spoken.

Let's put on a thoroughly exhilarating show together!

A brilliant smile spread across He Ping's lips as he lunged forward again!

Baji Quan excels at close-range fighting, but usually, those proficient in Baji also study Pigua.

The open and expansive Pigua compensates for the awkward situations where Baji Quan cannot close the distance.

Baji combined with Pigua, even immortals would fear it.

This was the situation He Ping found himself in.

His forward rush was met with a fierce Single Whip Kick from Song Ren when he was still two steps away.

He blocked it with his elbow, but the immense force of the whip kick caused him to shift his footing to the side.

As he tried to close in again, Song Ren unleashed a barrage of consecutive whip kicks.

He Ping blocked with both his arms and elbows, managing to parry them all steadily!

But the situation became passive, and he couldn't advance an inch.

On the contrary, Song Ren's Tan Tui grew faster and faster!

Whip kick, front kick, side kick, intercept, hook, back kick, forward and backward thrust kicks, high swing kick!

The Twelve Routes of Tan Tui were being delivered with exhilarating power!

Even as He Ping was kicked back, Song Ren would often get carried away and follow up with a soaring high whip kick.

Full of power!

He Ping was forced to retreat step by step, his once surging passion gradually cooling down.

Watching the two spar, Song Ren's dazzling leg techniques left the audience parched.

If he found an opening, even Feng Yuxiu was completely suppressed by Song Ren until the very end.

Compared to He Ping's powerful physique and fierce strength, Song Ren's moves, aided by the Hoof Seal, were even stronger and more ferocious with every strike.

He directly suppressed He Ping, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

The greatest advantage of Baji's close-quarters combat was completely nullified.

Inside the VIP room

Tong Peipei's cheeks flushed as she stared intently at the thrilling fight below.

Beside her, an elder with a youthful face and white hair couldn't help but praise:

"What sharp leg techniques."

"The Northern Tan Tui he displays is seamless, and there's a bit of wildness in his style, suggesting he didn't learn it through conventional means."

"However, while his martial arts aren't peak, they're certainly remarkable."

"What's most outrageous is the terrifying suppression he exhibits with every move."

"Though his true physique can't be seen through his clothes, based on his general build, how can his suppression be so absurd?"

By the end, his tone was tinged with confusion.

One could only say the world is vast and full of wonders.

A little further away, Du Youbang witnessed Song Ren's sharpness firsthand again, unlike last time in the container.

Back then, the bald Xu Shao's skill level was indeed average.

But this time, there was no explanation. The level of sharpness Song Ren displayed made his eyelids twitch.

If he wanted to gain the upper hand and attract Tong Peipei's attention, Du Youbang felt he could only hope for the more brutal weapon fights.

He truly had no confidence in his fist and foot techniques.

As for weapon fights...

On the stage

Song Ren's whipping kicks from both sides had already made He Ping increasingly disheveled.

Song Ren's suppression was too exaggerated, leaving He Ping unable to catch his breath.

His defense became more strenuous, and spots of bright red blood began to splatter onto him.

Song Ren delivered another fierce high swing kick.

After blocking it, He Ping still staggered back two steps.

A sharp glint flashed in Song Ren's eyes. He suddenly stepped forward, twisted his waist, and launched a mid-air back kick.

He kicked He Ping away, exposing his fatigued defense, and landed a powerful, incredibly violent kick on his chest.

Thump!

With a dull thud of flesh hitting flesh, He Ping was sent flying backward.

Already pushed to the edge of the stage near the iron cage, his entire back slammed directly into it.

Clang!!!

The heavy iron frame shook slightly.

The tremendous noise made the nearby spectators outside the ring instinctively cover their ears.

He Ping's arms were already red and swollen, with skin broken in many places.

Clear footprints were imprinted on his chest, shoulders, and the side of his face.

His entire jaw was stained red with blood flowing from his mouth.

He raised a hand and wiped the blood from his mouth with his palm, then flashed an incredibly brilliant smile again.

Even though his mouth and teeth were full of blood.

He leaned heavily against the iron cage, his legs and hands trembling uncontrollably, but his eyes still held excitement:

"Come on, continue."

Song Ren didn't speak, merely walked forward leisurely.

He finally stopped in front of He Ping.

He Ping tried to throw a punch at him, but his body trembled, and the punch missed in front of Song Ren.

Instead, he himself swayed, almost falling, but he managed to support himself by bracing his hands on his knees, stabilizing his stance.

Song Ren placed one hand on his shoulder and pressed down heavily.

He Ping could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

His heavy eyelids, which he could barely keep open, could only vaguely see Song Ren turn and walk away. He couldn't help but call out:

"Hey, aren't you going to finish me off?"

Song Ren turned back, "Are you crazy? Do you really think I'm a murderer?"

He Ping felt his consciousness flicker and couldn't help but grin, "Ah? Is that so? That's good then."

I've had a lot of gatherings these past few days, and it's been hard to decline them.

So the update schedule has been a bit unstable, please bear with me.

This section is about done. I held back a bit at the end and didn't go for the kill, after all, we have no grudges, and he's not a criminal.

There might be another weapons match on the stage.

But I need to connect some plot points first.