Chapter 50 Today I Met the Real Tiger
Chapter 50 Today I Met the Real Tiger
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was no chance of a comeback for the Dazhuang group.
Two consecutive defeats have exhausted the little morale that the team had.
Several of Zhuang Daqiang's disciples took advantage of the chaos to sneak away and have long since disappeared.
They were also afraid that the people from the martial arts school would take revenge on them later, so they quickly severed their relationship with Zhuang Daqiang and went about making a living.
Now, only Zhang Shiyu who is still in a coma and Zhuang Tie who is seriously injured are left.
Zhuang Daqiang said loudly, "Wang Lao Hu, you and I both know that it doesn't matter if the children fight with each other."
"The win or loss between you and me is what determines the future."
Zhang Shiyu, whom he was proud of, was defeated, and Zhuang Tie, whom he regarded as half a son, had half of his arm broken. Now he is the only one left.
However, Zhuang Daqiang still did not give up hope.
"That makes sense. If you kill me, these guys won't be able to keep their foundation and will definitely be taken away by you."
Wang Jianxiong nodded. "As for your escaped disciples, it doesn't matter. People generally follow the red and trample the black. As long as you have a territory and a reputation, you can recruit as many disciples as you want."
"In the third match, if you kill me, you will have both territory and fame."
If he can defeat Wang Lao Hu head-on, he will definitely have a place in Gongliang City.
Zhuang Daqiang asked Zhuang Tie to wrap the wound, and then carried the unconscious Zhang Shiyu aside.
"I want to meet Wang Lao Hu."
There is a local tiger in Gongliang City, and his sons and grandsons compete with each other in bravery.
Although this sentence is a slogan promoted by the martial arts circles, it has the credibility of real gold.
Hearing about someone is not as good as meeting him in person. He has just witnessed the ferocity of the tiger's descendants, and now he is going to face the tiger's ancestor face to face.
Dazhuang boxing originated in Sucheng and has been passed down to him for three generations. It will never die in obscurity.
In this battle, he would make a name for himself even if it meant burning out his old bones.
In the circle of warriors, it is a place where the strong prey on the weak, and one fights their way to survival.
Outsiders only know the reputation of the local tyrant Wang Jianxiong, but they don’t know the piles of bones laid beneath the reputation.
The question is, can he succeed in fighting tigers today?
Wang Jianxiong stood up and entered the venue, took off his coat and threw it behind him. Several trusted disciples vied to take the coat.
He took a few steps, looking like an ordinary old man, but Zhou You noticed that his steps were extremely steady.
How stable is it?
Under Wang Jianxiong's feet, not even the sesame-sized gravel was blown up, and the soil lay quietly.
He was strolling leisurely here, but Zhuang Daqiang was as if facing a powerful enemy and had already prepared his position.
"Your Dazhuang Fist is, after all, a farming move, and its upper limit is too low."
"I'm giving you a compliment by beating you to death with my Jade Tiger Kung Fu."
"Zhuang Daqiang, it is hard to leave your hometown, and you are destined not to be buried in the soil of Sucheng in this life."
Wang Jianxiong's eyes shot out two beams of silver light, and when they landed on the ground, a honeycomb-like group of holes like needles appeared.
"Today I will beat you, this tiger sitting on the ground, to death."
Zhuang Daqiang's muscles bulged all over his body like a dragon, and his skinny body burst out with amazing strength.
When he threw a punch, the building including the martial arts hall jumped twice in everyone's sight.
Some apprentices couldn't help but hold their chests, fearing that their hearts would beat too violently and jump out of their mouths.
This terrifying power that shook the earth was on a higher level than the previous fight between Qi and Blood disciples.
Wang Jianxiong attacked him. He raised his right hand, his skin flashed silver, and in an instant it turned into a tiger claw.
"You are showing off your mere trifling skills."
The silver tiger claw swung out like lightning, Zhuang Daqiang's pupils shrank sharply, and he quickly twisted his body and swung his arms to dodge.
His mud-wading steps were more experienced, without any worldly airs, and with a slight sway he could cover dozens of meters.
Wang Jianxiong's tiger claws followed closely and killed him.
Others only saw the old man, the owner of the museum, jump off the ground and cross the long distance to kill him.
The tiger came down the mountain with both speed and strength, directly breaking the prejudice that giants are clumsy.
Zhou You's ears twitched. When the two martial artists fought, the collision of flesh and blood made a sound like metal ringing.
At their level, their defense is as strong as if they were wearing a layer of iron armor, making them invulnerable to swords and knives.
After fighting for more than ten rounds, a burst of heroic laughter suddenly came.
"Zhuang Daqiang, is this all you have?"
Wang Jianxiong raised his head and laughed wildly, then suddenly stopped.
He turned around and spoke to a few of his trusted disciples, "Look carefully, this is how Wang Hugong's boxing moves."
Lu Qiang and several of his trusted disciples stood respectfully and listened to their master's teachings.
"The mountain king welcomes guests with open hearts!"
Silver light burst out, golden patterns appeared, and the palm swelled into a tiger claw.
Wang Jianxiong's figure instantly turned into a sturdy tiger, raising a fishy wind on the plain.
Zhou You rubbed his eyes. It was not an illusion, but the real outline of a tiger, with its fur, claws and teeth so lifelike.
Can boxing achieve this?
A body of flesh and blood transformed into the form of a tiger, which was truly miraculous.
Zhuang Daqiang was not willing to be outdone and unleashed an equal trick.
His arms were shaped like sickles, and the cold light bursting out of his pores condensed into sharp blades, like two crossed steel sickles.
The breeze brushed against the surface of the sickle, instantly rubbing it in two, leaving no trace afterwards.
The ultimate skills of the two martial artists are about to usher in a showdown that will shock heaven and earth.
"Wang Lao Hu, die!"
Zhuang Daqiang took the lead, waving his two sickles crosswise and cutting towards Wang Jianxiong's head.
Mowing the grass is like cutting your head, now the truth is revealed!
Wang Jianxiong didn't say much. He raised his two tiger claws and pounced forward. Golden and silver light rolled like boiling water.
The sickle broke, and the sound of shattering was heard immediately!
The violent force hit Zhuang Daqiang's chest, penetrated his body, and came out directly from his back.
The sternum broke completely, piercing into the internal organs and even the back, causing the skin and flesh to turn inside out and blood to flow out.
Zhuang Daqiang's body was like a kite with a broken string. It flew through the air and fell to the ground, leaving a dent.
Boom! The sound of the landing was clearly heard by everyone.
With three wins in a row, Jianxiong Martial Arts School achieved a crushing victory from start to finish.
Moreover, each victory was quicker and easier than the last.
Then the owner of the gym, Wang Jianxiong, took action personally and won in less than twenty rounds, beating Zhuang Daqiang to the point where he was barely alive.
"Master!"
Zhuang Tie stumbled forward and supported Zhuang Daqiang, who was breathing weakly.
"He's not dead yet. He's still breathing. You can take him away!"
Wang Jianxiong put on his coat and shook his head in self-mockery, "I'm old, and my heart has softened."
In the past, he wouldn't mind kicking Zhuang Daqiang again and crushing him to death.
The kick-out contest ended here.
Jianxiong Martial Arts School maintained its reputation and nearly destroyed the Dazhuang boxing lineage, leaving only three old, weak and sick people.
Armed struggle is so cruel, the winner is glorious and the loser is destroyed.
If Jianxiong Martial Arts School lost, the outcome for both sides would be reversed, there is no dispute about that.
However, this is not an isolated case.
In the following days, news came from various martial arts schools in the city, and the Sucheng martial arts circles launched challenges to each school.
Although most of them failed, there were also a few that succeeded.
The defeated martial arts school took down its signboard and gave the territory to the winner, and the apprentices and disciples scattered like monkeys when the tree fell.
The impact from the troubled times began to hit the martial arts circle.
(End of this chapter)