Lin Kong and Meng Yiran stood facing each other, less than a meter apart. The evening breeze rustled through the trees, carrying a tense atmosphere.
Meng Yiran's pretty face was taut, her eyes filled with a stubborn, unyielding determination. "This time, I'm determined to get my revenge!"
Lin Kong sighed helplessly and replied, "Alright then."
He really had a headache.
This bare-knuckle sparring match was fraught with limitations from the very beginning.
First of all, can we really prove them wrong?
No! That would Meng Yiran and cause the situation to spiral out of control.
Secondly, can it be injected into the neck?
Absolutely not! That's a vital area; the slightest carelessness could lead to a major disaster.
Then, is it okay to get an injection in the chest?
Absolutely not! That would be tantamount to courting death.
In this way, the only areas that can be attacked are the shoulders and abdomen.
But Meng Yiran didn't have these restrictions; she could act with complete impunity.
From the very beginning, this matchup was not fair.
"Take this!" Meng Yiran shouted, her figure flashing as her left hand transformed into a palm strike, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, and slammed hard towards Lin Kong's shoulder.
Seeing her attacking hand, Lin Kong's heart calmed down. He realized that at this moment, there was only one tactic that could perfectly counter her—joint techniques.
Due to numerous limitations, punches and kicks have limited power even if they land, but joint locks are different. As long as one strike lands, it can subdue Meng Yiran and win the one-on-one fight.
Lin Kong used both hands simultaneously, his movements as fast as lightning. His right hand precisely met Meng Yiran's left palm, catching the attack; his left hand, in turn, gripped her wrist, twisting it slightly with force.
If this twist is successful, Meng Yiran's arm will be countered, and the outcome will be decided.
Meng Yiran's unarmed fighting skills were quite good. Just as Lin Kong grabbed her wrist with his left hand and before he could exert any force, her right hand immediately followed up, grabbing Lin Kong's left wrist and twisting it outwards in an attempt to neutralize Lin Kong attack.
Lin Kong reacted extremely quickly, immediately releasing her hand with his right hand and then placing it on Meng Yiran's right wrist, countering with a joint lock. Meng Yiran not to be outdone, and immediately freed her left hand to tightly grip Lin Kong's right arm.
A few seconds passed in the blink of an eye.
The two moved faster and faster, grabbing each other's wrists and arms, restraining and dismantling one another, creating a chaotic and bizarre scene.
Oscar was completely bewildered, scratching his head. "What are they doing?"
You grab me, I grab you—what kind of friendly sparring is that?
Ma Hongjun chuckled, his eyes darting suggestively between the two, thinking to himself: This isn't a fight, it's clearly flirting!
Ning Rongrong was initially on tenterhooks, expecting a fierce battle, but upon seeing this scene, she couldn't help but pout, looking disgusted: What a waste of my feelings.
Zhu Zhuqing's brows furrowed tightly at first, and she stared at the two people's movements for a moment. Then her brows slowly relaxed, and her eyes held a thoughtful look, as if she understood something, or as if she didn't understand it at all.
Only Tang San's mouth gaped wider and wider, his eyes filled with shock, and his heart was in turmoil. " Eighteen Falls on Touching Clothes?"
How could Lin Kong know such exquisite grappling techniques? Did he also transmigrate here with me? What's going on?
No, it doesn't quite look like that. The complete "Eighteen Falls on Touching Clothes" are far more exquisite than this. Lin Kong's movements are more like... improvisation.
No, their clinical performance was excellent!
He's just messing around!
That's right, Lin Kong had never practiced any joint locks; he was just improvising based on his superhuman reflexes and understanding of human anatomy.
Meng Yiran, on the other hand, fought entirely on instinct.
She didn't know any grappling techniques, but subconsciously she told herself that she absolutely could not let Lin Kong grab her arm and twist it, otherwise she would definitely lose. She could only be forced to react to each move as it came, and it looked like she was exchanging moves with Lin Kong.
Zhao Wuji and Meng Shu, who were standing to the side, watched as their brows gradually furrowed into a deep frown.
A Soul Saint and a Soul Douluo, two renowned powerhouses, actually discerned some secrets from the bare-handed sparring between the two juniors, and even had a faint sense of enlightenment.
This scene is so unbelievable, no one would believe it if you told them.
At this moment, Lin Kong and Meng Yiran, who were entangled together, suddenly stopped.
Their arms Entanglement and restrained in an extremely bizarre position, their bodies pressed tightly together sideways. Due to the excessive force, both their faces were flushed red, and their breathing became slightly rapid.
"Let go!" Meng Yiran gritted her teeth, her voice filled with exasperation, and tried to break free by squeezing her wrist.
"I won't let go!" Lin Kong refused to budge, increasing the pressure on his hands. "If you're so capable, break free yourself."
"You're just blindly attacking!" Meng Yiran glared angrily. Lin Kong's moves were chaotic and disorganized, yet they were making her very uncomfortable, forcing her to find a way to counter them.
"So what?" Lin Kong curled his lips into a smile. "As long as we win."
With their arms locked in a pincer movement, neither of them could move. In this stalemate, the two almost simultaneously thought of using their feet.
Lin Kong struck first, raising his right foot sharply and sweeping it across Meng Yiran's left calf. Caught off guard, Meng Yiran had no time to react and her calf was struck hard, breaking her balance.
Lin Kong seized the opportunity and pushed forward with both hands, trying to use the momentum to knock Meng Yiran to the ground.
At this critical moment, Meng Yi suddenly erupted!
Her right leg braced itself firmly on the ground, and using this support, she leaned her upper body backward at an incredible angle. Her movement was even faster than Lin Kong's forward push, and it felt like she was using his force against him. The two of them flew out at the same time, their feet leaving the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Meng Yiran twisted her waist sharply, and her body spun nimbly in the air like a serpent.
Lin Kong's eyes widened, his heart filled with shock: How could she make such a move?
What he didn't know was that Meng Yiran's Second Soul Skill was " Serpent Body," which could greatly enhance the flexibility and agility of her body. This ability, which she could only display when using her Martial Soul, was now being perfectly utilized by her in hand-to-hand combat.
According to the original trajectory, the two would lose their balance and fall together, with Meng Yiran landing on her back. However, with her effort, the situation was reversed, and Lin Kong was instead pulled down, about to crash to the ground first.
The onlookers stared in disbelief, no one expecting that this seemingly silly sparring match would turn into such a thrilling reversal.
But the next second, something even more shocking happened.
Lin Kong, who was below, stomped his feet hard on the ground just before his body hit the ground. A strong force came from the soles of his feet and was guided to his whole body.
Using this force, Lin Kong's body twisted again in mid-air, forcefully reversing the situation once more!
Thump!
With a muffled thud, Meng Yiran landed heavily on her back on the grass. Lin Kong landed firmly on top of her, his hands still firmly gripping her wrists, rendering her unable to move.
The whole process took only a few seconds, but everyone watched in suspense until the dust settled.
Lin Kong pressed down, their faces almost touching, their breaths mingling. "Do you admit defeat?"
Meng Yiran's eyes were blazing with anger and shame. How dare this bastard pin her down! "Impossible!"