Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 87 - 87 083 Liangjian

87: Chapter 083 Liangjian 87: Chapter 083 Liangjian “”””

After three intense minutes of a storm-like barrage, at the moment when the white mist became the thickest above Shi Sheng’s head, Ye Fan felt Shi Sheng’s strength begin to wane.

“Let’s end it here,” Ye Fan suddenly unleashed even greater power, and with a punch during the collision of fists, he sent Shi Sheng staggering back three or four meters.

After being forced back, Shi Sheng steadied himself; his body heaved dramatically, gasping like a bull, drenched all over, with a dense white mist steaming from his head and his tiger-like eyes as red as blood.

Ye Fan stood with his feet slightly apart, proudly erect as a great tree or mountain peak, his eyes flashing like lightning when he blinked.

If one observed closely, they would notice his temples bulging unusually.

Just as Shi Sheng was about to charge over again, Ye Fan called out, “Hold on!”

Shi Sheng stopped, looking at Ye Fan in confusion.

“You’ve already begun to tire, while I am in excellent condition, so you lose,” Ye Fan said.

“There’s no point in continuing to fight aimlessly, getting hurt isn’t good.”

Shi Sheng laughed heartily, “You are indeed stronger than me, but I have never conceded defeat unless I’m knocked down!

Even if there’s not even one in a hundred million chance, I, Shi Sheng, will fight to the end!

On this arena, I represent not just myself but also the spirit of Huaxia’s soldiers!

Come, let me show you what the true will of a Huaxia soldier is!”

“Fine, I will accommodate you!” Ye Fan bellowed, emitting a powerful aura.

He decided that in the fight to come, he would not hold back, for to do so would be to disrespect Shi Sheng.

“Hah!” Shi Sheng roared, charging toward Ye Fan as swift as an arrow.

Ye Fan’s eyes narrowed.

As Shi Sheng’s fist was about to hit him, he suddenly shifted his body and, with lightning speed, grabbed Shi Sheng’s oncoming fist at the wrist with his left hand, while his right hand, clenched in an Empty Fist, hammered toward Shi Sheng’s chest.

This move was no longer military combat technique but the turn, deflect, and punch from Tai Chi Boxing.

Although Ye Fan’s practice was Xingyi Boxing, he also had some exposure to Tai Chi Boxing.

As he delivered the punch, his left foot stomped the ground to generate power, which linked to the twisting of his hips and spine like a great dragon, driving his entire right arm to throw the punch with all his might.

The four points of exertion connected as one, merging into a tremendous force.

This was the essence of ancient martial arts; every move, every punch or kick, connected the whole body, coiling all its strength into a singular combined force known as “Jin.”

Whoosh—Crack—Boom!

The right arm holding the Empty Fist lashed out, bursting through the air and slamming vehemently onto Shi Sheng’s chest.

Shi Sheng was sent flying five or six meters, landing on the ground and “puffing” out a large mouthful of blood.

The audience below was astounded, barely able to believe someone could be sent flying midair for five or six meters.

This was Tai Chi Boxing: slow and soft in appearance, yet intense and unrivaled in power, its punching method one of the most powerful attacks in ancient martial arts.

When everyone thought Shi Sheng was too badly hurt to get up, he spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately scrambled up, wiped the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth with his right arm, and continued to charge at Ye Fan.

Boom!

Shi Sheng was once again sent flying by Ye Fan, landing several meters away and vomiting another mouthful of blood.

The next moment, he was up on his feet and lunged fiercely at Ye Fan again.

Boom!

Once more, he was sent sprawling out several meters, spewing a mist of blood, then getting up and launching a bloody, ferocious attack on Ye Fan.

Boom!

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Boom!

Boom!

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Shi Sheng, whose body was neither tall nor robust—it even appeared slightly lean—was repeatedly knocked flying, his blood spattering all over the stage.

Yet his fighting spirit soared to the skies, fueled by a heart-pounding ferocity as he continuously charged at Ye Fan with unyielding tenacity.

A hushed silence fell over the audience, all faces somber, eyes fixed on Shi Sheng’s figure being thrown time after time.

Unconsciously, their fists clenched tight.

Their hearts had surrendered to his dogged and bloodied resistance, their sentiment shifting from wishing Ye Fan would quickly defeat him to hoping Shi Sheng would persevere and overcome Ye Fan in his relentless attacks.

Ye Fan faced Shi Sheng’s fearlessness and unyielding determination, his tenacity as inexhaustible as a cockroach’s, and he couldn’t help but feel a surge of shock.

However, he too was a soldier, his will forged as strong as steel, with a non-trivial count of enemies felled by his hands.

Thus, when Shi Sheng charged at him frantically, Ye Fan did not hesitate to send him flying back.

If it had been anyone else, even with martial skills superior to Shi Sheng’s, they might have been cowed by his tragic momentum and stirring ferocity, and would either have turned to flee or been defeated by Shi Sheng.

As Ye Fan once again sent Shi Sheng flying, a line from “Liangjian” suddenly flashed in his mind: “When ancient swordsmen met their adversaries on a narrow path, no matter how strong the opponent, even if they were the number one swordsman under the heavens, knowing full well they were no match, they would still draw their treasured swords!

If they were to fall, they would become mountains, ridges!”

Indeed, this was the spirit of the Huaxia military soul!

During the anti-Japanese war, faced with the heavily armed Japanese invasion forces, amid countless planes, artillery, and a rain of bullets, Huaxia’s soldiers knew they were outmatched but refused to surrender, time after time resisting the aggression of the Japanese imperialists, launching the most fierce and tragic attacks against the brutal Japanese military.

Not just the Huaxia soldiers, but also the civilians did the same—everyone ready to sacrifice themselves for their country in its time of need!

Today, though Huaxia has been at peace for many years, the spirit of Liangjian lives on forever!

Boom!

Shi Sheng was sent flying for who knows which time, crashing hard onto the bloodstained floor, then struggled to rise with unwavering resolve.

His body was covered in blood, his own blood.

Tears filled the eyes of the spectators below, with some even crying out loud, “Stop fighting!

Stop fighting!

Please, I beg you, stop!”

“Kill!” Shi Sheng roared with all his might, his tiger-like eyes blood-red, he threw his last ounce of strength into a final charge at Ye Fan.

At this moment, many people, with tears in their eyes, closed them, unable to bear the sight of Shi Sheng being thrown again.

Ye Fan also found his breathing growing heavy, but he did not show mercy nor admit defeat.

For to do either would be the greatest insult to Shi Sheng.

This time, Ye Fan increased his strength, determined to strike Shi Sheng down with one punch so he couldn’t rise again.

Boom!

He landed a Xingyi Boxing’s Horse Shaped Cannon Fist squarely on Shi Sheng’s chest.

Shi Sheng’s body spun in midair, spewing a mouthful of blood, and crashed six or seven meters away.

Shi Sheng struggled to rise and fight again but couldn’t get up.

Ye Fan approached solemnly, squatted in front of Shi Sheng, and said seriously, “You have not been defeated, but you have been knocked down.”

Shi Sheng looked at Ye Fan, his eyes regaining clarity, and asked with a blood-filled smile, “Big brother, what’s your name?”

“My name is Ye Fan, the Ye of Ye Gucheng and the Fan of extraordinary,” Ye Fan replied.

“And you?”

“I’m Shi Sheng, stone as in rock, Sheng as in born from nature,” Shi Sheng said with difficulty.

The next moment, he lapsed into unconsciousness.

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