Dragon's Might

Liu Chang'an pushed open the door and entered. Apart from the bald young man at the beginning, no one stopped him. He went straight into the backyard and saw Pu Shougeng in front of a screen where bamboo was only two or three layers thick but ten meters long.

The house is more secluded than it appears from the outside.

"I'm just here to do a live stream, I'm just here to do a live stream." Ma Benwei was extremely nervous because there was only Pu Shougeng in front of him, but many of Pu Shougeng's disciples had gathered behind him. Although he had experienced Liu Chang'an's kung fu and had great confidence in Liu Chang'an, it was impossible not to feel intimidated by being stared at by more than a dozen pairs of eyes. He quickly explained to the people behind him, hoping that if a fight really broke out, they wouldn't be caught in the crossfire.

Pu Shougeng sat on a futon, his eyes closed, his hair disheveled, wearing only a pair of black trousers, his muscular upper body bare. His muscles were not stiff bulges, but rather pulsated with vitality and power, as if he could transform into a tiger or wolf at any moment.

"You may all step back." Pu Shougeng opened his eyes and waved his hand.

Several disciples bowed, and one of them reached out and closed the door. With a dull thud, the air in the large room seemed to freeze. Pu Shougeng's sharp gaze fixed on Liu Chang'an.

If you encounter a lion or tiger in a forest or grassland, this is probably the kind of look you'll get.

"As you wish," Liu Chang'an said.

"Something's wrong with his eyes." Qin Yanan's gaze also fell on Pu Shougeng's eyes, but her hands remained in her bag. She lowered her voice and whispered in Liu Chang'an's ear, "Look closely, his eyes are Blood Red, his pupils look abnormal, and his nostrils are wider than usual. I saw a photo of Pu Shougeng before I came here, and he doesn't look like this now."

Liu Chang'an's ears twitched. Qin Yanan's breath was fragrant and pleasant, especially the warm breath that tickled his ears.

"I've seen similar situations before; it's probably due to taking some kind of drug or injection that stimulates the body's potential," Qin Yanan said confidently.

"You're more knowledgeable than I thought. Your wide-open nostrils are due to increased air intake, your abnormal pupils are due to heightened sensitivity to light, and your rosy complexion is a sign of accelerated blood circulation and greater explosive power." Liu Chang'an reached out and pushed Qin Yanan's still very close face aside. "In ancient times, some spies, when carrying out assassination missions and potentially needing to fight their targets, would consume a mixture of Ligusticum striatum bark and sea snake extract. The resulting physiological reactions were similar to those of Pu Shougeng."

Qin Yanan glared at him. His action of pushing someone's face away was also so smooth and effortless. She hoped that when his little girlfriend came over, he could push her away in the same way.

"So that means he cheated, right?" Qin Yanan looked coldly at Pu Shougeng.

"No, that doesn't count." Liu Chang'an shook his head. "There's no fairness in fighting me; what he did was perfectly reasonable."

Qin Yanan took a deep breath, feeling an urge to pull out her gun and give him a good whack, to see if he would still talk nonsense.

"Young friend, you've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you for a long time." Pu Shougeng stood up from the prayer mat.

"You little scoundrel," Liu Chang'an said.

Pu Shougeng looked furious. As the saying goes, one cannot hit a smiling face, yet this fellow had shown no courtesy or politeness upon meeting him. Pu Shougeng felt his blood surging, and he was clearly more prone to outbursts of anger than usual, but he quickly regained control of himself. Undoubtedly, it was the drugs given to him by Mrs. Karnsta and the Third Miss that were taking effect.

"Are you live streaming?" Pu Shougeng asked Ma Benwei, who was squatting in the corner.

Ma Benwei chuckled and waved. He was truly risking his life to broadcast live, and it seemed worth it so far, as long as Pu Shougeng didn't immediately cause trouble for him, the onlooker.

"Today is another battle that will make me famous. I'll show you what true traditional martial arts are all about." Pu Shougeng said, looking at Ma Benwei's camera. Although things had taken an unexpected turn and Liu Chang'an's actions were somewhat off-target, the outcome was basically in line with his expectations. As long as he defeated Liu Chang'an, all the doubts and insults he had been subjected to would eventually turn into praise.

"I know you've been questioning the poor performance of traditional martial arts in the conflict between them and modern combat. Today, I'm telling you, all of this is just commercial hype. You want to see something, and someone will perform it for you." Pu Shougeng continued, still looking at Ma Benwei's camera. "That's understandable, but you get tired of it after a while. Today! I'm going to show you what I want to show you: the real combat power of traditional martial arts!"

"I will prove myself on this stage! Others say traditional martial arts are nothing but herbivores, at the mercy of others. I will show you that in my hands, traditional martial arts are carnivorous killing techniques. As the spiritual leader and soul of South Hunan martial arts, it's time to stand up..."

Liu Chang'an looked calmly at Pu Shougeng as he spoke.

Qin Yanan, however, saw through it all. "It seems the current situation is all related to his planning. Even without Ma Benwei's live stream, he would probably have made a recording or video himself, making it known to everyone. In the end, all that nice talk is just for fame and fortune."

"Even cicadas know to keep chirping, to leave their mark on the world, to let people know that they have lived and existed, and even their noise evokes pity. How much more so should humans? In our short lives, we do not seek fame or fortune, but rather the great principles and righteousness. However, the great principles and righteousness are hard to find, and it is only human nature to abandon them in pursuit of fame and fortune." Liu Chang'an agreed.

Qin Yanan gently nudged him and said irritably, "Since it's understandable that he cheated, and it's only natural for him to seek fame and fortune, you might as well admit defeat and grant his wish."

I was just saying.

Qin Yanan patted her chest to calm herself down. Good heavens, why are there people like this?

Pu Shougeng had finished speaking and gestured for Liu Chang'an to leave the stage.

"Please." Liu Chang'an cupped his hands in greeting.

Pu Shougeng, however, had lost the fervor and passion he displayed during his speech. His expression was solemn. He had taken Mrs. Karnstein's secret medicine, which greatly enhanced his strength. The young man before him was no match for him. However, if he were to defeat his opponent in one move, the excitement would be greatly diminished. The live broadcast needed to be exciting to generate more discussion and buzz.

Seeing that Pu Shougeng was standing awkwardly and very conservatively, Liu Chang'an walked over step by step.

Pu Shougeng retreated step by step until he reached the screen, and finally, with nowhere left to retreat, he threw a punch.

"Bang!"

Fist against fist, the dull thuds echoing, yet neither of them moved an inch.

Pu Shougeng was quite surprised. His opponent's strength was unpredictable. Although the opponent's strength was not greater than his own, and the first move was considered a draw, his own strength seemed to have vanished without a trace.

Liu Chang'an's lips curled slightly, while Pu Shougeng snorted coldly and continued to throw punches. His footwork was like that of a cheetah pouncing and leaping, swift and fierce, accompanied by the whistling wind of his punches, creating an astonishing momentum!

"Did everyone see that? Mr. Pu is unexpectedly strong. Even Brother Chang'an, who defeated two masters from the martial arts school in one move, can only parry and can't find an opportunity to retaliate! Mr. Pu's punches are like thunder, his steps are like lightning, and his movements are like a roaring mountain forest! Brother Chang'an's feet are like stars and the moon, his moves are flawless, and he can't get through even if you try to hit him. He's fighting and retreating, waiting for his chance to counterattack. Yes, now is the time..."

Liu Chang'an suddenly raised his hand to block Pu Shougeng's punch, and used the momentum to leap backward, landing at the very edge of the courtyard. Although the conditions for victory or defeat were not explained, if he really took another step back, it would at least look bad on his face, giving people the feeling that he had already lost.

Qin Yanan clenched her fists, feeling both excited and nervous. After Pu Shougeng used the drug that stimulated his potential, his strength had clearly surpassed that of ordinary experts and even the upper limit of human beings. However, Liu Chang'an was able to withstand it completely. Of course, she was not an amateur like Ma Benwei. She could see that Liu Chang'an was actually handling the situation with ease!

"Please support me, everyone, send me a rocket!" Liu Chang'an said sincerely to the camera, standing right next to Ma Benwei.

Pu Shougeng was furious. He felt that with the fighting spirit, Mrs. Karnstein's drug was more effective, and he was more prone to emotional fluctuations. He jumped up and punched Liu Chang'an hard.

"I've sent it! I've sent it! Thank you to the netizen ' Longwei Lietian Kongkong Bashan Huanying Juesha the rocket!" Ma Benwei exclaimed in surprise, then his face turned pale as Pu Shougeng's figure was already close at hand. His imposing figure and aura made Ma Benwei, who was squatting in the corner, retreat in fear.

This fist technique is called Dragon Might.

Liu Chang'an threw a punch, which landed on Pu Shougeng's lower abdomen, accompanied by the sound of the punch.

Pu Shougeng's series of punches all missed their mark.

"I also use traditional martial arts, an unnamed style. Thanks to the netizens for the rockets, I've named it the Longwei Lietian Kongkong Bashan Huanying Juesha Fist."

After Liu Chang'an finished speaking, Pu Shougeng's body hit the ground.

"Smack!"

The sound of flesh hitting the ground.

Pu Shougeng stared in disbelief at his bloodshot eyes. He clearly felt that Mrs. Karnstein's secret medicine had reached its peak, and his whole body was full of explosive power, but with Liu Chang'an's punch that hit him squarely in the abdomen, all his strength seemed to be sealed off.

What kind of bloodline is this? Could it be that a bloodline exists in this world whose inheritance effect is not diminished? If it is diminished, then how powerful must the first generation be...? Pu Shougeng suddenly remembered the Third Sister's attention to Liu Chang'an. Could Liu Chang'an be a descendant of the missing member of the Five Constants?

"Rockets, keep sending! Thanks everyone, today's match undoubtedly ended in a crushing victory for Brother Chang'an. Today wasn't a clownish clash between a traditional martial arts master and a fighting expert; it was traditional martial arts against traditional martial arts, showcasing the true power of traditional martial arts. It seems Mr. Pu hasn't yet... Thanks to this brother for sending another wave of rockets. Yes, the live stream is still going on..."

Liu Chang'an sighed softly. He had originally wanted to punch Pu Shougeng to the ground, but having lived on this land for far too long, he ultimately wanted to protect what he had witnessed and what was still struggling to survive.

Just as many people have many complaints and grievances about their own country, but will spare no effort to defend it when outsiders criticize it, Liu Chang'an did not want to improve or destroy the image of traditional martial arts, but at least he would not make himself the benchmark for destroying it.

I don't want my actions to easily shatter the image that many people hold in high regard or have unrealistic expectations. It's a clash of traditions, and at least today it looks like a spectacular fight. Let the onlookers say what they want.

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