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Chapter 113: [093] Overlord Lifting Cauldron Style_4

Chapter 113: [093] Overlord Lifting Cauldron Style_4

Zhang Jinhua slid three or four meters on the ground before coming to a stop. Zheng Dongliang, who watched from the side, was deeply impressed. How much force must it take to send an adult flying that far?

But Wang Longhu’s expression was quite peculiar because when his elbow struck Zhang Jinbao, the sensation was unlike anything he’d felt before.

It was as if he had hit a leather drum, with the force disappearing like a clay ox into the sea.

"Cough, cough!" Zhang Jinbao got up from the ground clutching his chest, and apart from a cough, he showed no other signs of injury.

"This guy also knows horizontal training," Wang Longhu thought, and suddenly he had a moment of clarity.

Horizontal training is most effective against fists and feet. The muscles and skin are trained like a membrane, with a punch having seventy to eighty percent of its force absorbed, leaving only twenty to thirty percent for the martial artist to easily dispel.

Having horizontal training has always been Zhang Jinbao’s trump card, and not even his hometown fellows knew he had this skill.

In this duel with Wang Longhu, he was forced to use this trump card hidden in his arsenal.

"Your Baji Fist is quite good, the stance is steady, but I can straightforwardly receive many of your moves. How many of mine can your endurance take?" Zhang Jinbao shrugged and assumed a Baji Fist offensive stance again.

It was apparent he was very confident at this moment. Having practiced horizontal training deeply, he had an advantage over other martial artists.

Wang Longhu sneered. It seemed his consecutive defeats of two of the opponent’s subordinates with Baji Fist gave him the impression that he was primarily trained in Baji.

Unbeknownst to him, currently, Baji Fist is only the second martial art Wang Longhu learned; in terms of mastery, it was less than half of his Xingyi Boxing skill.

And in Xingyi Boxing, the Beng Fist is the nemesis of horizontal training.

Beng Fist can penetrate and harm internal organs without needing to use Dark Force. Zhang Jinbao was unaware of this. If Wang Longhu seized the opportunity, he could deliver a fatal blow.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Zhang Jinbao charged forward, closing in on Wang Longhu in just three and a half steps, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, his right leg raised high, bending his knee for a ferocious strike.

Such an approach, abandoning his body’s center of gravity, meant Zhang Jinbao was solely focused on attacking with no intention of defending. Even if Wang Longhu capitalized on Zhang Jinbao’s unstable stance, he would still face Zhang Jinbao’s reckless counterattacks.

In an instant, no time for thought, Wang Longhu raised his fist to block Zhang Jinbao’s knee strike. Zhang Jinbao immediately used the rebound force to leap up, executing a side kick directly at his face.

Fortunately, Wang Longhu’s reaction was quicker, placing his overlapping hands in front of his face, sending Zhang Jinbao flying backward.

But upon landing, he stomped and bounced up again, leaping high, aiming both knees forward with all his might. This strike contained all his strength, and if it hit, not even a bull could withstand having its head smashed in.

Wang Longhu didn’t dare be arrogant, stepping aside swiftly, but Zhang Jinbao had anticipated it, grabbing Wang Longhu’s arm as he landed, driving his right elbow, delivering one, two, three continuous strikes to Wang Longhu’s chest.

This barrage and combination highlighted the terrifying nature of Baji Fist, where a martial artist could unleash all their strength and speed in a short burst, leaving the opponent unable to defend. If any move hit, it would be followed by relentless, storm-like assaults.

Better to take ten punches than suffer one elbow.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Jinbao showed no mercy, not giving Wang Longhu a chance to recover.

No matter how Wang Longhu responded, Zhang Jinbao stayed close, refusing to let Wang Longhu escape past half a meter away.

This barrage of hard-hitting strikes left the onlooker Zheng Dongliang, who was not far away, with his heart in his throat, his expression tense yet excited.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Every punch Zhang Jinbao delivered emitted a crisp sound, causing Wang Longhu’s arms to feel numb. After a few hits, it felt like his bones might crack. Wang Longhu’s physique reaching 2.40 allowed him to withstand it.

In contrast, if any ordinary martial artist clashed with Zhang Jinbao at this time, their chest would have been forcibly caved in by these blows.

"What’s going on with him!"

While Wang Longhu was marveling at Zhang Jinbao’s striking power, Zhang Jinbao’s mind was equally blown, overwhelmed like a raging sea, unable to stay calm.

Human stamina is finite; this is true even for martial artists. Exerting Ming Jin requires full effort, and each punch depletes one’s strength.

Although Zhang Jinbao’s punches were still resounding with crisp sounds, each weighing a thousand pounds like an iron hammer, but if dragged on, he would gradually exhaust himself and enter a period of fatigue.

With the barrage of his recent moves, even an elephant would be half-dead from his assault, showcasing the extent of his outburst.

But if he couldn’t take down Wang Longhu after this outburst, he would be the one in trouble.

Yet Wang Longhu kept parrying steadily, showing no signs of fatigue, utterly shocking Zhang Jinbao.

Is he even human, how come he seems so unfathomable?

Bam!

Wang Longhu dislodged Zhang Jinbao’s hand, and after such explosive assaults, he noticed that Zhang Jinbao’s steps were now floating, his stance somewhat unsteady.

If this pace continued for a few more minutes, without Wang Longhu making a move, Zhang Jinbao would exhaust himself, leading to his defeat.

"Ha!" Zhang Jinbao suddenly swung his arm that Wang Longhu had pushed away, making a loud cracking noise like a whip, whipping towards Wang Longhu’s head.