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In any true life-and-death confrontation, one must not be careless.
Because at any moment, a slight misstep or failure could lead to a complete reversal of the situation, and such a reversal could mean defeat, which most likely results in the loss of one's precious life.
Therefore, whether it is Wei Yuan or Shen Qingyi, both treat the situation with extreme caution. Especially after Wei Yuan has preliminarily understood and analyzed Shen Qingyi's skills and combat index outside the door, he is even more careful.
However, at the same time, both of them experience a thrilling exhilaration because, given their current abilities, it is actually quite difficult to find suitable opponents.
It is unlikely that anyone can withstand much time under their hands. As the saying goes, invincibility is the loneliest; within the realm of Kung Fu, they have found no rivals. Thus, encountering an evenly matched opponent naturally excites them.
But excitement aside, in such a life-and-death battle, Wei Yuan has no doubt that if he were to lose to Shen Qingyi, he would likely pay with his life. Conversely, if he were to capture Shen Qingyi alive, he would not allow him to live for long.
Despite both having such thoughts, their skills are still too closely matched; their levels are equivalent, making it impossible for either to gain the upper hand over the other.
Although Wei Yuan temporarily gains an advantage through his intelligence and agile speed, it does not mean that Shen Qingyi is easy to deal with. Clearly, he still maintains a combative demeanor.
"Ha!"
A feigned charge distracts Shen Qingyi's focus, causing him to instinctively channel all his strength into his fist and strike at Wei Yuan.
However, Wei Yuan shifts his approach; what seemed like a reckless charge was actually intended to provoke Shen Qingyi into throwing this punch. In that moment of concentrating all his power into his fist, Shen Qingyi has no time to react.
So when he realizes he cannot hit Wei Yuan at all, it is already too late.
Because Wei Yuan has already executed a 360-degree turn just as Shen Qingyi's fist was about to make contact with his body, moving like a ghost and swiftly arriving behind him.
By the time Shen Qingyi reacts, it is far too late. At this moment, Wei Yuan has firmly grasped Shen Qingyi's shoulders with both hands and with all his might flings him forward...
As Shen Qingyi was thrown out completely, Wei Yuan did not just stand there waiting to see Shen Qingyi's disheveled appearance upon landing. Instead, he moved like Stephen Chow in the final fight scene of the movie Kung Fu, executing a slow-motion side kick in mid-air.
Wei Yuan swiftly soared into the air. While Shen Qingyi was still suspended in mid-air from being thrown, his movement resembled an eagle striking from above. He grasped Shen Qingyi with an eagle claw, securing him in place, then channeled all his strength into his foot and struck down.
The entire action seemed to be in slow motion, flowing as smoothly as a cinematic scene.
This kick landed squarely on Shen Qingyi's abdomen, and due to the momentum from the leap, Wei Yuan's kick was even more powerful. As a result, Shen Qingyi immediately could not withstand it...
After being kicked by Wei Yuan, Shen Qingyi toppled toward the nearby wardrobe, nearly smashing his head into it.
Upon landing, although Shen Qingyi remained conscious, he continuously rubbed his stomach, clearly feeling the impact of that kick...
After all, no matter how skilled one is in Kung Fu, or how much training they have undergone, a flesh-and-blood body is still just that—a body. Under such a fierce series of attacks, it was enough to leave Shen Qingyi reeling.
Looking at Shen Qingyi sprawled on the ground, he appeared pale; that kick seemed to have caused him significant pain.
However, despite this, Wei Yuan did not let his guard down. His arrogance surfaced because he knew deep down that for a master like Shen Qingyi, while this move could inflict real damage, it would not be enough to bring him down completely...
Seeing that Shen Qingyi seemed to be seriously injured, Wei Yuan still did not fully trust him and immediately approached to check on him.
Little did he know that no matter how cautious he was, Wei Yuan had still fallen for his trick; he felt like a fool for being so naive—this guy was truly cunning.
Inwardly sighing, Wei Yuan watched as Shen Qingyi, who had been clutching his stomach moments ago, suddenly swept his leg in a low kick toward Wei Yuan.
Although he was prepared for a counterattack with his upper body, Wei Yuan had no idea that his opponent would seize this opportunity to attack his lower half.
"Damn it! I've fallen for this guy's trick!"
When Wei Yuan realized what was happening, it was already too late. With a sweeping kick, Wei Yuan lost his balance and fell to the ground.
However, Wei Yuan did not simply give in. Although he fell, he did not fall backward. Instead, he pushed off the ground with his arms and leaned forward, lifting his legs off the ground as he charged toward Shen Qingyi.
Yet, Shen Qingyi was not someone to be underestimated. Realizing Wei Yuan's move, he quickly sprang up, causing Wei Yuan to miss completely.
In that moment when Wei Yuan was leaning forward, Shen Qingyi showed no mercy and kicked directly at Wei Yuan's chest.
The force behind Shen Qingyi's punches and kicks was formidable. This was the one aspect that Wei Yuan found most challenging because years of martial arts training had given Shen Qingyi an unmatched mastery of strength.
Decades of hard work represented not only experience but also the toughness he had accumulated over time.
Therefore, receiving such a kick from Shen Qingyi was definitely more painful than the kick Wei Yuan had attempted to deliver.
After being struck, Wei Yuan felt as if his insides were boiling. He couldn't help but marvel at the power behind Shen Qingyi's Kung Fu.
In an instant, Wei Yuan was sent flying, crashing into the now vacant wooden door. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he coughed but kept his eyes fixed on Shen Qingyi.
"Not bad, you've got some guts," Shen Qingyi remarked with a hint of admiration. However, since they were not in a ring match, Shen Qingyi could not afford to give Wei Yuan even ten seconds to recover; it was a matter of taking advantage of the situation.
While Wei Yuan was still trying to catch his breath, Shen Qingyi charged at him again and delivered another kick.
At this point, Wei Yuan had no choice but to spring up and evade Shen Qingyi's powerful strike.
Generally speaking, even the most honest man would have had some experience with fighting throughout his life; it was just a matter of how often it happened.
As long as one has fought with someone, they will have a similar experience: when the opponent is particularly fierce, or when there are many of them, or when one is surrounded and beaten to the point of losing control, it is impossible to feel pain.
Of course, it's not that a person can temporarily cast aside physical pain just by going crazy; it’s not that exaggerated. It’s not like some supernatural skill; where would that kind of magic come from?
It’s just that during an intense fight, especially in a brawl, your attention cannot focus on the pain in your body. As the saying goes, "The more you fear pain, the more you get hit."
We don’t need to trace back to who originally said this saying because for Wei Yuan, he himself is just an ordinary person. Thus, what he thinks and what comes out of his mouth are all common sayings...
Because there is no attention to focus on where it hurts, sometimes after fighting with someone, we only realize how painful it is afterward...
At this moment, Wei Yuan felt this way. With Shen Qingyi attacking so fiercely, he didn’t even have the chance to sit down and wail or groan; he could only grit his teeth and swallow his pain...
Enduring the pain in his body, he jumped up and dodged Shen Qingyi's kick. However, it became even more difficult for Wei Yuan to leverage his advantages afterward.
First of all, after being hit by Shen Qingyi's punch and sweeping kick, his overall condition immediately declined significantly. The force behind Shen Qingyi's strikes was truly overwhelming; if Wei Yuan were not on high alert, he would probably have collapsed and needed a good rest.
But now cornered by Shen Qingyi, Wei Yuan could only continue to fight back. With a leap and a turn, he finally managed to evade that powerful kick.
However, despite this, under the condition of his body being exhausted, Wei Yuan was still at a disadvantage, so he couldn’t fully utilize his strengths...
But Shen Qingyi didn’t care about that; after all, they were not just engaging in ordinary sparring. This was a real life-and-death battle where there was no way to determine whether it was just or fair. There was also no way to accuse the other side of being despicable or shameless.
Because when you are defeated, you can no longer speak; in other words, you are already done for.
So despite feeling immense pain, Wei Yuan still had to force himself to respond with all his might. Shen Qingyi, adhering to the principle of "taking advantage of your illness to claim your life," naturally seized this best moment to unleash everything against Wei Yuan.
Thus, he quickly charged at Wei Yuan and threw a punch. Although Wei Yuan slightly sidestepped to avoid it, it wasn’t that simple; next came another kick from Shen Qingyi.
Even if Wei Yuan could evade, Shen Qingyi's punches and kicks never stopped, and it was clearly a set style of Kung Fu. Just when Wei Yuan slightly found his rhythm, Shen Qingyi executed a powerful move and switched to another set of techniques.
"That bastard is really cunning; he clearly wants to exhaust my stamina completely in this way."
At this moment, Wei Yuan could only focus on evasion. After all, without understanding Shen Qingyi's fighting style, he had no idea how to counter it.
Occasionally, during the gaps in Shen Qingyi's attacks, Wei Yuan would respond with a punch or kick, but simply doing that was not enough.
After all, before the saying "a blind punch can kill a Master Craftsman," there should be a premise: that the Master Craftsman is already old and weak, which makes it possible. In the martial arts world, there is a very practical saying: "A punch fears youth; a staff fears an old wolf."
Unfortunately, although Shen Qingyi was clearly much older than Wei Yuan, it did not mean he was truly old and weak. On the contrary, Shen Qingyi was only nearing fifty.
Moreover, even with some lack of awareness, Shen Qingyi had not developed gray hair due to the troubles of age; instead, his hair remained black and shiny, making it hard to discern his age.
Additionally, after decades of martial arts training, his physique remained intact without the loose and frail condition typical of elderly people. Therefore, the saying about youth did not apply to him.
Instead, because he had practiced Kung Fu for many years, his mastery of strength surpassed that of ordinary people. Thus, from an experiential standpoint, Wei Yuan was even less of a match for him.
Being relentlessly attacked by Shen Qingyi, Wei Yuan felt indignant but had no way out; he could only keep dodging. Even his occasional counterattacks were ineffective.
Gradually, he found his remaining stamina being worn down bit by bit by Shen Qingyi. Although Wei Yuan knew this was not a sustainable approach, at that moment, he had no other options.
In the continuous evasion, his eyes and mind needed to focus constantly on Shen Qingyi to discern the patterns in his strikes. Only by doing so could he avoid Shen Qingyi's punches and kicks. After all, this old guy's Kung Fu was formidable; if Wei Yuan were hit squarely by a few punches or kicks aimed at vital points, he would likely end up on the ground.
No matter what, the defending side remained at a disadvantage. No matter how cautious and determined Wei Yuan was, he was always in a passive position while Shen Qingyi could use numerous feints or continuous attacks to confuse and assault Wei Yuan...
At this moment, the situation became exceptionally tense. Although both used various methods, their movements were so fast that even after such complex exchanges, less than half a minute had passed...
At this moment, Wei Yuan found himself at a disadvantage. Although he carefully observed Shen Qingyi's punching patterns, it was still of little help.
After all, for the defensive side, no matter how quickly Wei Yuan's mind worked, it could never match the speed of Shen Qingyi's fists and feet. Thus, despite his caution, he still suffered quite a bit.
Although Shen Qingyi couldn't strike at his vital points, the force of his punches and kicks still caused some pain even when hitting Wei Yuan's most muscular areas.
Moreover, with the rapid consumption of energy, it seemed that Wei Yuan had already resigned himself to defeat. Relying solely on his cleverness and the surge in physical attributes brought about by cleansing his Spiritual Energy was still no match for Shen Qingyi's years of martial arts training and combat experience.
Wei Yuan felt unwilling to accept this but found himself at a loss. As he realized he was increasingly unable to defend himself, he began to feel disheartened.
There was simply not enough time for him to think about how to counter Shen Qingyi; the fierce onslaught of punches and kicks left him unable to keep up with even basic reactions...
Could it be that he couldn't last even a minute against Shen Qingyi?
Thinking this way made Wei Yuan feel somewhat despondent. After all, after advancing to the second form of Restorative Power, he had begun to understand how to absorb Spiritual Energy from certain objects for his own use.
With the impact of Spiritual Energy coursing through him day and night, along with several practical battles, Wei Yuan had initially been filled with confidence, feeling as if he were an invincible martial arts master...
However, after encountering Shen Qingyi, that sense of superiority plummeted. Although relying on his advantages and cleverness allowed Wei Yuan to gain some benefits, the gap between them became increasingly apparent through their exchanges.
Wei Yuan had never undergone rigorous training nor did he possess any systematic Kung Fu skills. Therefore, all he could rely on were his advantages. But when those advantages faded away, he truly didn't know how to handle himself against Shen Qingyi.
"Looking for my fighting rules? Then take your time; I have hundreds of sets of punches to play with."
Shen Qingyi grew more and more pleased as he fought. After all, possessing hundreds of fighting techniques meant that if Wei Yuan wanted to find a pattern, by that time, he would likely be finished.
Thus, Wei Yuan's earlier thoughts became useless. Who was Shen Qingyi fooling? His practical combat experience was simply incomparable to Wei Yuan's.
After all, in terms of practical experience, Wei Yuan indeed has a bit, but it's only been two or three times. The only real life-and-death battle he can count as such is this one time, plus the incident in the wilderness when he and Yuan Ziyi were being chased, which can barely be considered two times.
As for those earlier experiences, even if they were brawls, to the current Wei Yuan and Shen Qingyi, they are not much different from children playing in the mud; they hardly count as real combat experience...
At this moment, Wei Yuan was increasingly unable to cope, yet he still held on for nearly a minute. With Yang Ying's skills, she had already rushed up from upstairs.
After all, her relationship with Wei Yuan was no longer ordinary. Knowing that Wei Yuan was facing Shen Qingyi, she naturally felt worried. So she hurriedly disregarded her carefully arranged lady's outfit and ran up quickly in her high heels.
"Wei Yuan, don't confront him head-on; switch to Xingyi Quan!"
At this moment, Yang Ying reached the top of the stairs and saw Wei Yuan being completely restrained by Shen Qingyi and continuously taking hits. Naturally, her heart ached for him.
However, she understood that this was not the time to be soft-hearted; it was time to harden her resolve and help Wei Yuan instead. So she steeled herself.
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