Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 698 - 698 694 Another Victory!

698: Chapter 694: Another Victory!

698: Chapter 694: Another Victory!

“The martial arts contest begins!”

With Mo Zunqiang’s declaration, the second match officially commenced, but Mo Jianhua was circling cautiously at a distance around Ye Fan, who stood at the center of the stage.

Ye Fan watched Mo Jianhua, aware of his intentions.

Since Mo Jianhua was keeping his distance, Ye Fan didn’t initiate an attack either.

He stood calmly in the center of the stage, eyes closed to conserve energy.

The stage for the martial arts contest was no ordinary ring; it was rather spacious.

If Mo Jianhua intended to avoid a direct confrontation, relying on his “Trigram Wandering Dragon Step,” even if Ye Fan could defeat him, he would surely waste a significant amount of stamina.

Therefore, Ye Fan simply chose not to attack as well.

If it came down to a war of attrition, so be it; after all, it was the Mo family’s reputation that would suffer.

He remained motionless at the center of the stage, making it seem like it was Mo Jianhua, who was skirting the edge of the stage, too timid to engage in combat—especially since this was the Mo family dojo.

Mo Jianhua hadn’t anticipated Ye Fan’s sudden change of tactic.

After circling Ye Fan several times, with Ye Fan showing no sign of movement and even closing his eyes, murmurs and comments started rising from below the stage.

Many of the Mo family youths, full of youthful vigor, couldn’t contain their impatience as they shouted, “Uncle Hua, beat him down!

Don’t wait any longer!”

“Hua brother, smack that poser, stop circling around!”

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As the calls from below the stage grew louder, Mo Jianhua felt the pressure and couldn’t help but glance towards the Mo family patriarch for guidance.

The Mo family patriarch, out of options, slightly nodded, signaling Mo Jianhua to take the initiative.

Following the Mo family patriarch’s instruction, Mo Jianhua stopped endlessly circling and cautiously began to close in on Ye Fan while still circling.

However, at that moment, Ye Fan sensed Mo Jianhua’s approach, opened his eyes, and adopted Xingyi Boxing’s “Three-body posture” to face Mo Jianhua’s oncoming attack.

Whenever Mo Jianhua attempted to move behind Ye Fan, Ye Fan continuously adjusted his direction.

In ancient martial arts, unless there was a substantial disparity in strength, one never easily exposed their back to their opponent.

Ye Fan wasn’t about to get careless.

After several tentative steps and feints, Mo Jianhua couldn’t hold back any longer and launched an attack with “Green Dragon’s Claw” towards Ye Fan’s lower ribs.

The “Green Dragon’s Claw” was as swift as lightning yet utterly silent, contrasting starkly with the way each of Ye Fan’s punches thundered through the air, exceedingly difficult to anticipate.

It turned out that Eight Trigram Palm and Xingyi Boxing were exact opposites in ancient martial arts: Eight Trigram Palm favored unexpected, sideways strikes, embodying a softer, Yin style, while Xingyi Boxing employed direct, forceful strikes, embodying a hard, Yang style.

However, since Ye Fan was facing Mo Jianhua, when the “Green Dragon’s Claw” came, Ye Fan immediately countered with a “Tiger-Shaped Backward Step Splitting Fist” aimed at Mo Jianhua’s clawed hand.

With a roar—

As the Splitting Fist was thrown, the punch’s wind seemed to carry with it the sound of a tiger’s roar heard faintly by those below the stage.

Whoomph!

The air was instantly blasted apart by Ye Fan’s strike, but he did not make contact with Mo Jianhua.

Mo Jianhua’s “Green Dragon’s Claw” was a feint; he didn’t engage with Ye Fan’s attack and, stepping through “Trigram Wandering Dragon Step,” he swiftly and silently moved behind Ye Fan, his palm cutting through the air like a knife towards Ye Fan’s back, chillingly cold and soundless.

Ye Fan’s reaction was lightning fast, immediately blocking with a “Turnaround Punch.”

Mo Jianhua quickly withdrew his strike, avoiding a head-on collision with Ye Fan, and stepping through “Trigram Wandering Dragon Step,” he swiftly moved to Ye Fan’s left side like a ghostly apparition.

However, Ye Fan was prepared, swiping with a “Progressive Horizontal Fist” to cut off Mo Jianhua’s path.

Caught off guard, Mo Jianhua quickly retreated.

But Ye Fan followed up at once with a “Horse-Shaped Forward Lunging Fist.”

Though “Trigram Wandering Dragon Step” was agile, Ye Fan was no slouch either; his Horse-Shaped stepping movements kept him relentlessly on Mo Jianhua’s heels, forcing Mo Jianhua to engage.

The two – one retreating and the other advancing – crossed a distance of eight or nine meters in the blink of an eye, leaving only elongated shadows in the eyes of the less-experienced Mo family disciples watching from below.

The Mo family patriarch, who could clearly see the exchanges between Ye Fan and Mo Jianhua, couldn’t help but frown.

Mo Jianhua was only two meters away from the edge of the stage with no room left to retreat.

Mo Jianhua knew all too well the danger, but he gritted his teeth and risked tilting his upper body to the left, dodging Ye Fan’s fierce cannon punch, then stepped with the Trigram Wandering Dragon Step, darting to the left in an instant, escaping the range of Ye Fan’s attack.

Ye Fan struck air and immediately knew that Mo Jianhua was attempting to flee.

He then forcefully sprung off the right foot he was continuing to move forward on the competition stage.

With a loud “bang,” the competition stage shook, and at that moment Ye Fan had forcefully halted his momentum, harnessing the power from his waist and hips, emitting a series of crisp cracking sounds, and twisted his body, pouncing towards Mo Jianhua.

Swoosh—

Suddenly, a high-pitched and piercing eagle’s cry echoed within the competition hall, revealing Ye Fan’s form as he swooped down on Mo Jianhua like a fierce eagle, his right hand transforming from a fist to a Green Dragon’s Claw, tearing through the air with a “sizzling” sound, aiming straight for Mo Jianhua.

At this time, Mo Jianhua was escaping with his back towards Ye Fan.

Eight Sealing Palm was known for launching surprise attacks from behind an opponent, but now Ye Fan was the one attacking from behind.

Mo Jianhua felt a strong wind hit him from the back, fast and ferocious.

Realizing he couldn’t escape, he was forced to step forward and executed the Returning Palm.

Boom!

A thunderous noise erupted as claw and palm collided, sending gusts of energy in all directions, to the discomfort of the Mo family disciples watching below whose faces stung from the blast.

Mo Jianhua grunted, using the rebounding force to leap into the Trigram Wandering Dragon Step, and in an instant, rotated to the other end of the competition stage.

Ye Fan, however, didn’t immediately give chase.

The two paused their exchange of blows, and the sharp-eyed Mo family disciples below quickly noticed that Mo Jianhua’s right hand was hanging by his right leg, dripping with blood.

It turned out that during the clash of claw and fist, not only had Mo Jianhua failed to break Ye Fan’s eagle claw, but had in fact been wounded by Ye Fan’s grip.

Mo Jianhua was breathing heavily with a dark and heavy complexion.

Just two or three moves had taken a heavy toll on his stamina in an instant, and more importantly, he felt his right hand was weak, as if a tendon had been injured in that moment.

Below the stage, there was a deafening silence, as if the air itself was freezing.

Ye Fan turned slightly, facing Mo Jianhua, he moved forward step by step, unhurriedly.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

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With each step Ye Fan took, there was an imprint and a sound, his momentum building more and more as he approached Mo Jianhua.

The Mo family disciples below couldn’t help but hold their breath; they seemed to see Ye Fan’s towering figure become an ever larger and more majestic mountain, rolling towards Mo Jianhua.

Faced with Ye Fan’s advancing steps, Mo Jianhua felt an overwhelming pressure that made it hard for him to breathe.

Yet, he temporarily couldn’t avoid Ye Fan’s oppressive aura, because the distance between them was too great.

It would take substantial movement for him to change his position, while Ye Fan only needed to make a slight half-step turn to keep him in check.

Finally, at a distance of over three meters, Mo Jianhua could no longer bear it.

He stepped into the Trigram Wandering Dragon Step, circling to the left.

At this moment, Ye Fan’s momentum was fully gathered.

With a tiger’s roar, he leaped from the ground, causing the competition stage, and the entire hall, to quake.

Ye Fan exploded towards Mo Jianhua like a cannonball.

Roar—

With the fierce wind howling, a tiger’s roar sounded as Ye Fan unleashed the powerful Tiger Descending the Mountain technique, pouncing towards Mo Jianhua with unmatched ferocity.

Boom!

In that instant, a deafening blast echoed, accompanied by a scream.

Mo Jianhua’s body flew sideways through the air, crashing into a group of Mo family disciples some seven or eight meters away.

Gurgle—

Mo Jianhua tried to sit up, but unexpectedly felt sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of fresh blood spewed out.

Ye Fan had won!