Qin Xuan turned sideways to barely avoid this heart-piercing punch.
Although his body skills are not as sophisticated as Jiang Fa, he is still as agile as a swallow. When dodging, he swayed gently like a wicker, the wind of the fist brushed against his clothes, and he had already circled the side of Helan Mountain.
His right hand pointed like a sword and pointed at Helan Shan's ribs as fast as lightning.
This finger condenses his precise control over An Jin. If it is hit, the soft and dense force will penetrate into the opponent's meridians like a poisonous snake, shattering the nodes where blood and energy circulate.
A strange color flashed across Helanshan's eyes.
He made a mistake in his steps and twisted his upper body to the other side in an extremely weird posture. Qin Xuan, who was determined to win, scraped his ribs with his finger, leaving only a hole the size of a finger in his clothes.
The two of them separated as soon as they touched each other, and each took two steps back.
There was a burst of applause from the audience.
"So fast! What happened just now? I saw the two of them flashing!"
"Then Rogue Cultivator is not easy, it can compete with Qin Xuan."
"Why do I feel that Qin Xuan is not as relaxed this time as before?"
On the ring, He Lanshan twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Qin Xuan with his dry well-like eyes.
"It's true that the bones are of the highest quality, but that's all."
Before he finished speaking, his whole body shot out like an arrow from a string.
This time he stopped testing,
Instead, the punches fell like rain, and each punch was exerted with all his strength, punch after punch, with great force and heavy force, like a huge wave crashing on the shore, causing low-pitched explosions of energy to continuously explode in the air.
This posture is like a ferocious beast that has been cornered, punching hard to the flesh, pressing forward step by step, completely looking like it is exchanging lives for lives.
Qin Xuan frowned slightly, stepped back quickly, and moved around in the shadow of fists in the sky.
He saw it.
Helan Mountain has no defense at all and doesn't care whether it will be attacked or not.
He was forcing himself to confront him head-on.
Use strength to defeat cleverness.
"A good example of using force to overcome skill."
In the stands, Zhou Tai stood up with his spear in his arms, his eyes filled with gleaming light. "This Helanshan is even more powerful than he looks on the surface. His boxing looks rough, but in fact he has integrated all his defense into his attacks, using offense instead of defense. Every punch forces his opponent to make a choice."
"Either hide or fight." Gu Qingyan was several feet away, but she and Zhou Tai came to the same conclusion at the same time.
Pei Yan'er was confused when she heard this. "What do you mean? Can't we just hide?"
Gu Qingyan did not answer.
Because in the arena, Helanshan has already given the answer with actions.
His punches became faster and faster, and his fists dragged out residual images, crushing Qin Xuan from all directions.
This is no longer a style of play that pursues a one-hit kill, but uses continuous attacks to weave an extremely fine net, compressing all the space Qin Xuan can dodge bit by bit.
He gave up all fancy tricks, and every punch was the simplest straight punch, uppercut, and swinging punch. Every move was clear.
However, the simpler the punch, the more difficult it is to deal with.
Because it's simple, it's fast.
Because it is fast, it is dense.
Because it is secret, it cannot be avoided.
Qin Xuan's figure is swimming in the boxing net, like a small boat in the stormy sea. It seems that it may capsize at any time, but it can always pass through the gaps with great danger.
But no matter how flexible the boat is, it is still just a boat.
When the waves come over it, it can only drift with the current and cannot move forward through the waves.
Qin Xuan's face showed a solemn look for the first time.
What Zhao Zhong once said to him flashed through his mind.
"The martial arts in this world are always the same. The most powerful moves are often the simplest. But because of the simplicity, most people can't practice it well. Only when you can understand the not-so-simple way from the simplicity can you really get started."
Every punch of Helanshan is the ultimate in "simplicity".
No feints, no back tricks, no changes.
Only fast, ruthless and accurate.
"How could a Rogue Cultivator master such a basic boxing technique to such an extent?"
Qin Xuan was thinking while dodging.
It's not like he hasn't seen anyone who can box.
The brothers and sisters in the inner courtyard, and even Mountain-Breaking Fist who Zhao Zhong personally demonstrated, are all pursuing how to defeat the enemy with skill, how to use An Jin to hurt people, and how to see the true meaning in the subtleties.
But Helan Mountain is different.
There is no "skill" in his boxing, only "truth".
To the extreme, it is as clever as clumsy.
Qin Xuan suddenly understood why Zhao Zhong said this person was a rare whetstone.
"Good boxing skills."
Qin Xuan suddenly stopped.
As soon as he stopped, Helanshan's punch arrived.
A punch hit his face, the wind of the punch made his white clothes squeak, and the extremely thick and powerful energy hit his face like a substance, as if it was going to blow his entire head into pieces.
However, Qin Xuan did not hide.
He raised his right fist, and the breath around him suddenly condensed.
Mountain-Breaking Fist.
It's also a simple punch.
The two fists met, and a muffled sound suddenly exploded in the air, like thunder.
A wave of air visible to the naked eye exploded from where the two fists met, and swept away in all directions.
Helanshan's pupils shrank slightly.
He felt as if his fist had hit an indestructible iron wall. What made him even more uncomfortable was that an extremely strange force came from the iron wall.
It's not a shock, but a feeling of pulling, entangling, and dissolving, as if all the strength of his punches were wrapped up, crushed, and dissipated into nothingness by the opponent.
Use strength to defeat cleverness.
But if the cleverness is taken to the extreme, the power will not be broken.
Qin Xuan's Mountain-Breaking Fist is the ultimate coincidence.
His fist strength was soft and dense, layer by layer, like thousands of strands of spider silk entwined into an invisible rope, unloading, dividing, and dissolving Helan Mountain's fist strength layer by layer.
In the end, when the terrifying power that was enough to shatter iron plates fell on Qin Xuan, it was already less than 30% strong.
Qin Xuan used the force to retreat, took three steps out of his feet, and discharged the remaining strength into his feet.
Every step made a thumping sound on the ring.
Looking back at Helan Mountain, An Jin was wrapped in Qin Xuan's own strength and backfired. He took five steps back in a row, each step being extremely heavy.
His drooped right arm was trembling slightly, and most of the straps on his knuckles were broken, with blood oozing faintly from several cracks.
"Your punches are powerful."
Helan Shan raised his head, there was no trace of frustration in his eyes, but instead a more ardent fighting spirit ignited.
"But I said, your punches are too clever, not pure enough."