Gray Wolf retreated continuously. His upper clothing had been torn apart by Su Jie, his hands braced against the ground.
But Su Jie lunged with a "Hoe Strike," breaking through his defense, striking with his entire body. Gray Wolf's chest took a headbutt, feeling as if his sternum had cracked, the pain leaving him breathless.
In the instant Su Jie pounced, he unleashed a seamless barrage—hand strikes, elbow strikes, shoulder strikes, abdominal strikes, rib strikes, hip strikes, back strikes, knee strikes, stomping kicks, and headbutts. Every part of his body beca a weapon, striking wherever it landed!
To outsiders, Su Jie's move was far from elegant. Once he lunged, he grabbed whatever he touched, tore what he grabbed, ripped what he tore, and split what he ripped—like a madwoman in a frenzy. Yet this was the true combat essence of traditional martial arts, embodying the predatory style of wild beasts. A tiger pouncing on a sheep or an eagle seizing a rabbit—lunge, press, then fling, tear, rip, knead, and crush, using full force to shred the prey in the shortest ti. It was the most ferocious and ruthless.
In less than three seconds, Gray Wolf retreated three steps. Not only was his upper clothing shredded, but his belt and pants were torn to tatters, even his underwear reduced to rags, exposing unsightly parts. Fortunately, his agility, strength, and keen danger sense spared him; otherwise, it wouldn’t be his clothes torn apart but his limbs and head!
"This is the truest Chinese martial arts!" Su Jie had never fought like this before. He knew many variations of the "Hoe Strike
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