Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 986 - 991: Please Enlighten Me

Chapter 986: Chapter 991: Please Enlighten Me

The masterclass doesn’t mean you become a master, but that it’s taught by master-level instructors.

Since it’s a master’s class, it certainly isn’t something you just sign up for. Yang Yi knew this when he called to apply for the combat training class. The masterclass requires a reservation and the instructor’s approval.

At this level, fighting isn’t just fighting anymore, and training isn’t just training—it’s also, to some extent, a transmission of these masters’ legacies. Therefore, those who teach are experts, and those who come to learn are also experts.

Standing in the hallway, Yang Yi hesitated, unsure if he should knock on a door, as it would be quite impolite.

At that moment, one of the doors in the hallway opened, and a man in his fifties with some beard on his face came out. After looking Yang Yi up and down, he waved him over, saying loudly, "You, come here."

Yang Yi approached, and the bearded man gestured for him to enter, saying, "Please come in."

Yang Yi went inside. There was a man wearing a karate gi, and the man who had let him in was also dressed in a karate uniform, his waist adorned with a black belt.

"I am Weiss, a karate black belt, eighth dan."

Weiss appeared very polite as he smiled at Yang Yi, saying, "The one you just defeated is my student."

Yang Yi suddenly understood.

Weiss continued with a smile, "In martial arts, the accomplished lead the way. I’d like to have a friendly sparring session with you. No other reason, but according to my student’s description, you are a fighter who has transcended fixed techniques. I wonder if I could have the honor of crossing hands with you? Oh, there are no roles of instructor or student now."

Yang Yi became excited, and he even felt a hint of nervousness. The more a karate eighth dan black belt is humble and polite, the more unfathomable he seemed.

"It would be my honor."

"My students would also like to observe, is that alright?"

"That’s fine."

"Thank you, please wait a moment."

Weiss went to the side, where there was a phone, and then Yang Yi understood why Weiss had proactively opened the door and called him in.

Soon, the instructor who had been teaching knife combat arrived, along with his four students.

"Let’s begin."

Without any nonsense or provocations, Weiss stood up, stretched his muscles and joints, then took his position in the center of the room, bowing to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi hurriedly returned the bow, then he too wanted to take a starting stance, but he didn’t have a fixed starting stance to assume...

After some thought, Yang Yi mimicked Zhang Yong’s pose and adopted the Wing Chun starting stance.

Weiss suddenly let out a loud shout, then quickly charged towards Yang Yi, his footsteps weaving and body dodging left and right. To the uninitiated, it seemed like pure showmanship, but to Yang Yi, the opponent’s footwork made it difficult to predict where the attack would come from.

Yang Yi didn’t retreat; usually, when he doesn’t fully understand his opponent’s true capabilities, he prefers to momentarily withdraw to observe. But retreating now didn’t seem appropriate.

Yang Yi advanced to meet him; he threw the first punch, but Weiss parried his fist and counterattacked with a punch to his abdomen. Yang Yi could dodge this punch, but he knew Weiss’s subsequent kick would inevitably follow. If he dodged, he wouldn’t be able to avoid the next kick.

The reason masters are masters is primarily due to their ability to judge; in more esoteric terms, this means anticipating the enemy’s moves.

Without dodging, Yang Yi moved as he wished, as dodging would give Weiss space to kick. Yang Yi retracted his arms in a boxing defense, bearing Weiss’s punch with his forearms, and while taking that hit, his knees struck upward, attacking Weiss with a knee strike from Muay Thai.

Weiss chose to retreat, and then Yang Yi quickly backed away several steps, energetically swinging his arms.

A true expert reveals themselves with a single move.

This round, Yang Yi was at a disadvantage, but if Weiss hadn’t retreated, after taking the punch, he would’ve immediately lost his ability to move. But since Weiss retreated, Yang Yi ended up at a loss.

Weiss was formidable, truly formidable.

Weiss smiled, the kind of smile that comes from meeting a match, a smile that arises naturally from encountering a worthy opponent.

Weiss shouted and charged once more.

Yang Yi first stepped back twice, disrupting Weiss’s adjusted stance and the timing of his planned attack, so these two steps back were very meaningful and much more significant than non-fighters could imagine.

Yang Yi’s hands opened in feint, and when Weiss bellowed and chopped down with his right palm, Yang Yi didn’t respond in the normal way but instead raised both hands to meet it.

Yang Yi grabbed Weiss’s arm, and if this were karate or sambo, he should have bent down to use his body’s weight to break the opponent’s arm. But Yang Yi did not, because Wei would know how to counter that and could break free from his hold.

With his left hand pulling and his right hand unloading, Yang Yi dislocated Weiss’s elbow with a snap.

Mian Zhang Fist, which Yang Yi had rarely had the chance to use since he learned it.

After dislocating Weiss’s elbow, Yang Yi’s right arm raised to Weiss’s neck, where a strong hit could crush his throat bones. But Weiss was also Yang Yi’s first real opponent; he twisted his head, protected his throat with his left arm, and kicked out, trying to force Yang Yi to retreat.

Yang Yi spun around to Weiss’s back, his hands naturally reaching from behind Weiss’s head.

The neck, heart, and lower abdomen are areas humans instinctively protect, but Yang Yi always found a way to reach his opponent’s neck, whether due to talent or preference.

From behind, Yang Yi grabbed Weiss’s chin and one hand pressed on the back of his head, then instinctively he wanted to twist.

Fortunately, Yang Yi exerted only a little strength, finally remembering this was just a spar and not a fight to the death, so he released his hand and jumped back.

Weiss’s right arm was now powerless. He turned around, not advancing but retreating a few steps and then suddenly said, "I’ve lost."

Discontent showed on Weiss’s face, but he still slightly bowed to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi returned the gesture.

"What is this... martial art? It’s different from anything I know."

This time, Yang Yi used pure Huaxia Kungfu, the genuine martial art, true kungfu, unseen by the public, not on television. Its simplicity, without showiness, lacks aesthetic appeal for directors to make movies out of it. With movements that disable joints or take lives at the first strike, it can’t be allowed in the ring, and few people practice it, being on the brink of being lost – Mian Zhang Fist.

A very minor style, yet truly powerful, without benefits for health or fitness. One must truly train with a partner, risking broken arms or legs – a style for those who genuinely need to fight with fists and weapons. But who would practice this when carrying a gun is simpler?

So it’s normal for Weiss not to know. Not to mention him, even in Huaxia, how many people are aware this martial art even exists?

This was about making a name for one’s lineage, making a name for a martial art on the verge of vanishing. So Yang Yi stood upright, solemn, slightly bowed, and said in a solemn voice: "Mian Zhang Fist, please enlighten me."