Facing the charging Ren Donglai, Wu Li still adopted the Three Body Formation stance, stepped forward, and with a horizontal swing of his right arm, blocked the incoming punch with Horizontal Fist Power. Then, he quickly twisted his arm, flipped his wrist over, coiled his body like a snake, and with agile steps, sidled to Ren Donglai’s flank.
Snake Form, Snake Grass!
Wu Li blocked Ren Donglai’s arm with a Cross Fist, then spun his right fist upward in a drilling motion, striking Ren Donglai’s chin with Drilling Fist Force.
Ren Donglai turned his body, not bothering to dodge Wu Li’s punch deliberately, but instead, using the montum to spin around and threw a Hook at Wu Li’s head.
Bang! Wu Li landed the first punch on Ren Donglai’s chin, then quickly dodged to the side, widening the distance as his opponent’s punch brushed past his shoulder.
Without delay, Wu Li flashed out and then imdiately closed back in, again using the Cross Fist like a beam to stop Ren Donglai’s punch, followed by an upward spiraling Drilling Fist resembling a surging whirlpool.
Bang! Hit, and then he flashed again to recreate distance.
This shaking, cutting in, flashing out fully showcased the agility and speed of the Snake Grass.
Regrettably, the original technique of Snake Grass was ant to be executed up close, aiming at the groin to bring down and incapacitate an opponent, but here, Wu Li naturally couldn’t do that. He could only target the opponent’s chin with Drilling Fist, ensuring the movents weren’t too uncoordinated. He had to retreat quickly after striking; otherwise, he risked being hit by Ren Donglai.
The chin and the bridge of the nose are vulnerable parts of the body, where a heavy hit can easily lead to temporary unconsciousness. However, Ren Donglai seed unfazed after two hits to his chin, as if he was rely bitten by a mosquito. Even though Wu Li hadn’t exerted his full power, such a Resistance To Hits still seed sowhat surreal to Wu Li.
Ren Donglai launched another aggressive attack, lashing out with both fists without any defense, aiming for an offensive clash!
Wu Li showed no fear, using Cross Fist to Block and then countering with Drilling Fist, imdiately using Snake Form to evade after striking. If he couldn’t dodge in ti, he’d transform his Drilling Fist into a Splitting Fist to exchange punches with Ren Donglai, utilizing the Bounce Shake Force inherent in Splitting Fist to temporarily repel his opponent.
Both sides were fiercely trading blows, as strikes flew back and forth. Ren Donglai landed fewer punches on Wu Li, while Wu Li’s attacks nearly always connected. In just over a minute, Ren Donglai’s face showed damage: a crooked nose bridge, a split at the corner of his eye, and his chest and shins swollen red.
In comparison, Wu Li appeared much better off, with only a swollen right cheek. Even without looking at the referee’s score, everyone knew Wu Li had the upper hand. Yet, Wu Li did not relax.
Just now, he had hit Ren Donglai with a Piercing Kick four tis, struck his chin with Drilling Fist six tis, and hit his face and chest with Splitting Fist five tis. Such offensive might, even with the bonus of Iron Body, would be overwhelming, and if Wu Li were to take them all himself, it would be severe; although Ren Donglai appeared disheveled, Wu Li saw no hint of weakness in his eyes. On the contrary, he could feel his opponent’s responses getting quicker and punches heavier.
At this mont, Wu Li also acutely experienced the restrictions of modern Free Fighting rules on Traditional Martial Arts. In a real fight, Ren Donglai would have been dead many tis over.
Eagle Form eye gouge, Monkey Form throat strike, Snake Form groin grab, Horse Form knee stomp... Without restrictions, Wu Li would have landed many blows on Ren Donglai; just one well-placed hit, and Ren Donglai would be either dead or crippled. What need would there be for a drawn-out fight?
Moreover, the competition followed Free Fighting rules, significantly limiting knee strikes, elbows, and takedowns. Techniques like the Bear Form’s rising elbow, Chicken Form’s knee lift, and Tiger Form’s takedowns were unusable by Wu Li.
Of course, there were also Free Fighting competitions with fewer restrictions on knees, elbows, and takedowns, such as allowing the use of knees and elbows but not in consecutive strikes.
By comparison, Mixed Martial Arts (MMA) had the least restrictions, not only allowing the use of knees and elbows but without limiting takedowns. It also permitted Joint Techniques on the ground, providing more scope for Traditional Martial Arts to be effective.
Nevertheless, regardless of the rules, traditional Martial Arts, designed with killing as the primary goal, did indeed lack the efficiency of modern Combat Skills honed specifically for competition regulations.
Reflecting on this, Wu Li didn’t feel discouraged; rather, he was more determined.
Real combat and killing were indeed not suitable for promoting and couldn’t be used in sports competitions. Then Wu Li intended to defeat one opponent after another in the modern fighting ring, ensuring more people recognized that Traditional Martial Arts wasn’t just for physical strengthening and killing but also for competition and widespread admiration!
Ding! The bell rang, signaling the end of the first round. Ren Donglai still wanted to advance and punch, but the referee quickly embraced him, urging him back to his corner.
Ren Donglai, breathing heavily, returned to the corner and sat down, gritting his teeth like a wild beast, his gaze fixed intently on Wu Li across from him, as if ready to charge at any mont.
"Quick, hold him down!"
Zhang Xiaodong called over two coaches from the gym, one on each side, to forcibly restrain Ren Donglai.
The drug he had given Ren Donglai was working well; it was at peak effectiveness now, causing Ren Donglai to be extrely agitated, seemingly tireless and impervious to pain, almost impossible to KO, as passing out seed unlikely.
"Massage him, water!"
Zhang Xiaodong shouted, and about four or five people were busy attending to Ren Donglai.
Ren Donglai poured water over his face, trying to cool his nearly blazing nerves, but it wasn’t very effective. Frustrated, he crushed the water bottle in his hand, let out a low roar, and struggled to break free from those surrounding him, wanting to charge back into the fray.
"It’s almost ti, it’s almost ti," Zhang Xiaodong shouted in his ear.
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