Everyone was sowhat puzzled.
Was it really necessary to be so cautious against an ordinary person?
"Uncle, be careful!" Lin Haitang and Xiao Yu said with worried faces.
"Yan Weiwei! If you don’t want your friend to get hurt, tell him to concede quickly and stop fooling around!"
After a round of chest patting and acupoint pressing, the finally revived Yan Feng could only feel the sha burning his cheeks, wanting to quickly end this farcical match.
"Don’t worry, that guy might not have practiced martial arts, but he has a powerful secret technique that can’t lose!"
Yan Weiwei, however, was full of cryptic confidence.
This made everyone all the more confused.
A powerful secret technique despite having never practiced martial arts?
So sort of immortal move from beyond the heavens?
On the competition field.
Just as ng Lang was growing impatient, the observant Li Lei finally made a move!
His massive body charged forward with the montum of wind and thunder!
Ten steps... five steps... three steps...
As usual, quickly closing the distance to bring out the short-range advantage of Baji Fist.
The next mont would be a stable and steady punch, ready for both offense and defense!
But he only used fifty percent of his strength, holding the other fifty percent back to change moves at any ti!
Clearly, he was trying to test ng Lang’s reality.
However, even as Li Lei closed in to within three steps of ng Lang, ng Lang didn’t move a muscle, as if completely unaware of the imminent danger...
How dare he look down on !
Li Lei’s eyes sharpened, and his fist, big as a sandbag, thundered towards ng Lang’s face!
"Ah!" Many people in the crowd had already closed their eyes, unable to watch.
The next mont, the two figures rushed toward each other...
"Bang!"
... Ti seed to stand still.
At this mont, Li Lei’s fist was only 3 centiters from ng Lang, hanging in mid-air as if paused...
Nobody understood what had happened.
Then... they saw Li Lei’s face stiffen, his eyes bulge, and his legs clench, before suddenly...
"Bang!"
Li Lei went down with a face full of cold sweat, in an extrely inelegant posterior-first position!
"Hiss~" The whole crowd drew in a breath of cold air.
The n in particular felt an involuntary tightening.
"That’s impossible!"
Master Li’s voice screeched—in a tone that reminded one of a drake.
The slightly recovered Yan Feng’s eyes bulged out on witnessing the scene, his breath sharp as if he were about to pass out again.
Only then did ng Lang retract his raised leg, looking sympathetically at the collapsed, incapacitated Li Lei on the ground.
"Sorry, I’m in a hurry!"
That’s right, what he used was the secret ultimate move from the Twelve Road Spring Leg—not often used, but deadly when employed...
The Groin Kick!
No matter how hard you train your Qigong, there are so areas that remain vulnerable...
Having observed throughout the matches, ng Lang noticed that the mountaineering competitions were indeed wild, where even eye-gouging wasn’t considered a foul, not to ntion kicks below the belt.
So why should he hold back!
My attacks might be too weak to penetrate your defense, but aiming for the weak spots for critical hits is another story...
"Why... Why..."
Li Lei, lying on the ground drenched in sweat, painfully turned his head, eyes filled with reluctancy.
"Why... can’t I... block it!"
He had seen ng Lang’s kick and knew his target, and had also attempted to dodge and block, but... to no avail!
That kick... was like the graceful hook of an antelope’s horn, tracing an incredibly fine trajectory, perfectly dodging all his defenses...
"In the world of martial arts... nothing is indestructible, only speed can’t be broken!"
ng Lang dropped the classic line with a pretentious flair, and then, in the face of everyone’s god-like gaze, he waved his hand grandly.
"Let’s go! To the mountain top!"
...
"I am Huo Tian of Mizong Fist, please!"
"Bang!"
"I declare this match won by Twelve Road Spring Leg!"
...
"I am Song Shuhang from Wudang, good to et you!"
"Bang!"
"This match is won by Twelve Road Spring Leg!"
...
"Hong Fist Hong Tianci! Sorry in advance!"
"Bang!"
"... Twelve Road Spring Leg wins!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang"...
...
As the sunset’s afterglow fell, ng Lang gazed into the distance at the sun gradually sinking into the sea of clouds.
Overlooking all the small hills beneath him...
Then, amidst everyone’s peculiar, admiring, reverential, and indescribable expressions encompassing the full spectrum of human life, he unveiled the red cloth over the giant rock at the mountain peak.
"Hero of Guanzhong!"
The four elegant and vigorous ancient characters caught everyone’s eyes.
"We won!" "Yay!" "Uncle, you’re aweso!"
Amidst the cheering crowd, ng Lang folded his arms behind his back, taking a long sigh.
"All are but empty fa..." he lanted.
Watching the man behind him glimring as if bathed in golden sunlight, Yan Feng’s expression was exceptionally complicated...
Nine kicks!
With just nine kicks, he had managed to dominate his peers and look down upon the Martial Arts circles!
The key point was... it was still under the banner of his Twelve Road Spring Leg...
Yan Feng could already foresee that starting tomorrow, the ultimate skill "Groin Kick" from the Twelve Road Spring Leg would undoubtedly claim the top spot in the current rankings of the Martial Arts world’s extraordinary skills!
Every kick from Xiao ng struck true!
His Groin Kick had probably reached the sa level of perfection as Lu Xiaofeng’s Lingxi Finger, and Li Xunhuan’s Little Li’s Flying Dagger!
As the saying goes...
Unrecognized for ten years despite diligent study, but achieve fa with one move known to all!
From this day on, the Jianghu will probably never forget...
That terrifying figure on Zhongnan Mountain, who vanquished his foes with a kick to their nether regions...
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