OBS Chapter 57 My nephew is young and doesn't know the rules, so he doesn't know how to hold b
Chapter 57 My nephew is young and doesn't know the rules, so he doesn't know how to hold b
A bull charges!
This is the most basic starting stance in Mangniuquan (莽牛拳).
A hint of surprise flashed in Li Jintang's eyes.
Wild Bull Fist?
Zhang Yuan's displayed strength was impressive, but to him, who was at the late stage of the Acquired Realm, it was nothing more than brute force!
His blood and qi surged, and his true essence from his dantian poured into his arms. He spread his five fingers wide, like an iron gate, confident that he could firmly hold back this charging "calf" and even bounce it back the moment of contact, making it look bad!
"Buzz—"
Zhang Yuan's fist wind was no longer a simple tearing through the air, but condensed into a visible white wave of air, carrying the fierce aura of a brutal battlefield.
This is a sign that his boxing skills have reached a high level of mastery!
The phantom of a roaring bull appeared and disappeared above the fist, crashing into Li Jintang's shield-like palm!
"Bang—!"
The fists and palms collided, sounding like muffled thunder!
The air currents spread outwards, causing the light gauze curtains in the hall to flutter loudly!
The arrogance on Li Jintang's face froze instantly!
An overwhelming and terrifying force, far exceeding his expectations, surged forth from Zhang Yuan's fist like a torrent bursting its banks!
That force was not a simple collision; the first strike was like a heavy hammer hitting a shield, making his arm numb and his blood churn, forcefully dispersing the power he had poured into his palm!
This is not over yet!
The power to shake mountains!
The second force that follows is no longer a straight thrust, but a high-frequency oscillation!
It was like the power of the earth's veins, accumulated within a mountain, suddenly erupting!
Li Jintang felt his palms, wrists, and even the tendons, bones, and skin of his entire arm trembling and buzzing wildly, as if they were about to shatter inch by inch!
His defense, which he was so proud of in the late stage of the Acquired Realm, was like glass struck by a giant hammer, instantly covered with cracks in the face of this strange and violent shock!
The main gate is wide open!
Li Jintang's eyes were finally filled with unbelievable horror!
He tried to twist his waist to deflect the force and to stabilize himself, but the shock not only destroyed his defenses but also caused his blood and qi to surge, his internal energy to become disordered, and his body to stiffen momentarily!
In the blink of an eye!
Penetrating force!
Zhang Yuan's punching momentum was not yet over!
The third force, condensed like a needle, was sinister and cunning. It pierced through Li Jintang's already collapsed blood and qi defenses, ignoring his subconsciously tense chest and abdominal muscles, and went straight to his internal organs!
"puff--!"
Li Jintang could no longer maintain his unwavering stance.
He felt an indescribable pain explode in his chest, a sweet taste in his throat, and blood uncontrollably spilled from the corner of his mouth.
His entire body felt as if it had been struck head-on by a real ancient bull, and his feet could no longer touch the ground. He flew off the ground like a kite with a broken string!
"Boom—Crack!"
His body slammed hard against a rosewood octagonal table behind him, which was decorated with exquisite porcelain!
The heavy solid wood tabletop shattered into pieces with a loud crack!
Fragments and porcelain shards flew everywhere under the enormous impact!
Li Jintang crashed heavily to the ground, rolled several feet away, and was finally stopped by the wall. He curled up on the ground, coughing violently, each cough bringing out specks of scarlet blood.
The hall was deathly silent.
The steam from the fragrant tea swirled in the air, while the broken sandalwood emitted a faint woody aroma, mingled with a subtle, almost imperceptible, smell of blood.
The smile on Li Decai's face had vanished without a trace. His hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air, oblivious to the spilled tea.
His noodles twitched slightly uncontrollably, his eyes swirling with extreme shock and disbelief.
八岁？
Mid-stage Skin Refining in the Day After Tomorrow?
This...this is clearly a punch that only a battle-hardened, ruthless machine with unparalleled control over power could unleash!
What kind of monster did Zheng Chaoyang and Chen Wenyuan raise?
Wang Quanfu was stunned by this earth-shattering punch, and it took him two full breaths to react.
The horror on his face instantly transformed into a distorted expression that mixed fear and ecstasy. His obese body burst forth with astonishing agility, and he practically tumbled and crawled to Li Jintang's side.
"Oh dear! Young Master Jintang! Young Master Jintang! Are you alright?"
Wang Quanfu, his voice trembling with tears, hurriedly helped Li Jintang up while explaining urgently.
"It's a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding! My nephew is young and doesn't know any rules; he didn't know his own strength!"
"He's just a brute! Please be magnanimous and don't take it to heart!"
He carefully avoided Li Jintang's injuries, helped him sit up, and looking at the other's pale, bloodied face, his words were almost overflowing with flattery: "Look at you, your strength! Your demeanor! You are absolutely a genius!"
"How could the shallow waters of Fengming County possibly contain a true dragon like you? You will undoubtedly have a place on the Qingyun Elite List of the Prefectural City! Your name being inscribed on the golden list is a foregone conclusion!"
"Today, today was just an accident, a complete accident! Please don't take it personally with this ignorant child..."
Although his words were humble, a hint of pride was undeniable.
Zhang Yuan stood still, motionless.
He slowly withdrew his fist, and there wasn't even a red mark on his fist.
His blood and qi surged like the Yangtze River. After that earth-shattering punch, he not only did not feel exhausted, but because of the extreme concentration and connection of his mind, he appeared even more full and surging, with faint signs of breaking through the threshold of the late stage of the Acquired Realm.
His eyes were calm and deep, like an ancient well with a cold pool. There was no pride in defeating the young man of the prefecture, no pity for Li Jintang's injuries, and no regard for Wang Quanfu's smooth-talking, almost obsequious, attempts to smooth things over.
He didn't hold back, because his martial arts talent was the foundation of his livelihood.
We cannot lose.
Zhang Yuan cannot afford to lose to anyone.
This is not only about the dignity of the orphan of the Imperial Guard Commander, not only about the reputation that "Zhang Qingyang" has painstakingly built in Fengming County, but also about his invincible heart, forged in the blood and fire of Songshi Town, and his ambition to climb to the pinnacle of martial arts!
"Young Master Jintang, am I, Zhang Yuan, qualified to attend your gathering?"
Zhang Yuan's voice slowly rang out.
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In front of the imposing vermilion gate of the Li family, Li Decai and Li Jintang stood side by side, uncle and nephew with friendly smiles on their faces.
Li Jintang raised his hand and waved, saying loudly, "Brother Qingyang, don't forget the 'Listening to the Waves Pavilion' on the riverbank in three days!"
His tone was humble, as if the arrogant and provocative person from before had nothing to do with him.
Zhang Yuan nodded slightly and, accompanied by Wang Quanfu, boarded the waiting oxcart.
The carriage curtains were drawn, blocking out the view from the outside world.
Inside the carriage, the oxcart rumbled along the bluestone road.
Wang Quanfu let out a long sigh, raised his hand to wipe away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, his face full of emotion, and even a hint of unbelievable excitement.
"My dear nephew, I truly never expected that this young master Li from the prefectural city would possess such a magnanimous bearing!"
Wang Quanfu lowered his voice, his tone filled with lingering fear and relief.
"That punch of yours... tsk tsk, I saw it with my own eyes, he flew out and smashed Master Li's beloved rosewood table!"
"He vomited blood! Anyone else would have hated you to the core. But instead of being angry, he became even closer to you, calling you 'my dear brother' repeatedly..."
"Such magnanimity, such composure—truly befitting a scion of a prominent family in the prefectural city! So generous, so incredibly generous!"
As he spoke, he stole glances at Zhang Yuan's calm and composed profile.
After a moment's hesitation, he said in a low voice, with a hint of lingering fear, "But my dear nephew, you were too... too reckless! What if you had lost? That Young Master Li is a late-stage Acquired Realm cultivator, a rising star of the city! What if you..."
Zhang Yuan's gaze shifted from the street scene passing by the car window to Wang Quanfu's chubby face, which was etched with worry.
His voice was calm, yet it carried a deep-seated clarity: "If I lose, the last bit of goodwill and connections my father Zhang Zhenshan has built up will vanish with the wind."
He paused, and the air in the carriage seemed to freeze a little cold at his next words: "I, Zhang Yuan, won't live long either."
Wang Quanfu felt a chill run down his spine from these cold and blunt words. The relief on his face instantly froze, turning into deeper worry.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something like "Where there's life, there's hope" or "Take a step back and the world will be brighter."
However, before he could organize his thoughts, Zhang Yuan spoke again, his voice not loud, but containing an undeniable and absolute confidence: "I cannot lose."