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"There are opinions," came from a certain armed police unit in the Northeast, named Meng Meng. True to his name, Meng Meng was tall and imposing, with a fierce appearance and slightly curly short hair, giving him a lion-like impression at first glance.
"Please elaborate!" Kuro Sijin said.
"We all saw Zhang Yang's obstacle course just now. I have no objections to physical training, but why should combat and fighting training be exempted?"
Kuro Sijin smiled slightly, ignoring Meng Meng, and asked everyone, "Besides Meng Meng, does anyone else have objections?"
Seeing that no one spoke up, Kuro Sijin continued, "You have no objections to exempting physical training but do have objections to exempting combat and fighting training. If I understand correctly, if his combat and fighting training can convince you, then you would have no objections, right?"
"That's right. Once a certain level is reached, training can naturally be skipped!" Meng Meng replied.
"Report!" Zhang Yang suddenly said.
"Speak!"
"I want to ask Meng Meng what would convince him?" Zhang Yang said. Kuro Sijin thought to himself that this kid not only had great skills but was also very quick-witted. If the conversation continued as before, it would fall to Kuro Sijin to question Meng Meng. However, that might give the impression that Kuro Sijin was deliberately paving the way for Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang timely called out "Report," and then asked himself, making it a discussion between both parties while Kuro Sijin merely acted as a referee, which seemed much fairer.
"I want to compete with you!" Meng Meng declared confidently.
Zhang Yang smiled slightly and looked at Kuro Sijin, saying, "Let's find a quiet place and have Black Instructor as the referee, how about that?"
"Right here is fine; all the trainees can witness it!" Meng Meng insisted firmly.
In fact, from the moment Zhang Yang started to take the lead, Meng Meng felt that this guy was just trying to show off. Although he thought Zhang Yang was running quite fast, he didn’t pay much attention. Later, he focused all his energy on running. After Zhang Yang finished and began to show off in the center of the arena, Meng Meng merely glanced at him, thinking there was no need to flaunt after finishing a run, and didn’t pay attention to the specifics of his performance.
Of course, this was just the surface. The reason Meng Meng dared to propose a contest was rooted in his confidence in his own skills. He had inherited traditional martial arts.
A series of whips.
What is a series of whips? Please refer to Mr. Gu Long's description: an unparalleled skill that reaches the pinnacle of external martial arts.
"You can watch, but I won't be responsible for any injuries!" After Kuro Sijin agreed to the match between the two, he signaled the students to disperse. With such a good show, how could they miss it? One by one, they began to secure advantageous positions. Shi Qing watched Zhang Yang and Meng Meng for a while and gently shook his head.
Meng Meng clasped his hands and began to concentrate and gather energy; Zhang Yang also clasped his hands but stood relaxed.
At this moment, Meng Meng had already begun to channel his energy. Starting from the joints of his fingers, it extended all the way to his spine, producing sounds like firecrackers along the way, a continuous series of noises.
Zhang Yang remained still, as if his body had gone soft.
Meng Meng's eyes were filled with confidence; the sounds from his joints cracking like firecrackers became an indestructible weapon for him. Amidst the noise, Meng Meng launched a punch.
This was a punch that was hard to see where it came from or where it was aimed at; it seemed as if his entire body had transformed into a fist, or perhaps one fist had turned into several fists.
"It seems I really underestimated him before. There are masters everywhere in this world, and they seem to always be hiding. Such a domineering and flashy external skill is indeed rare," Qi Shen thought as he watched. "No wonder he dared to challenge Zhang Yang."
Suddenly, Zhang Yang floated backward like a leaf without support, swaying left and right with Meng Meng's punch wind, his body appearing as if it had no bones.
While Meng Meng's attack was fierce and sharp, Zhang Yang's evasion seemed weak but was actually graceful.
As time went on, Meng Meng became a bit anxious. He was on the offensive, but Zhang Yang was dodging effortlessly. If this continued, Meng Meng would exhaust himself; his joints were not firecrackers, and the sound came from exertion. The power he unleashed was formidable, yet it encountered a type of evasion that was particularly frustrating. If Meng Meng's offense was like the autumn wind, then Zhang Yang's dodging resembled falling leaves. The wind may seem to control the leaves, but they remained unharmed, ready to land safely once the wind subsided.
Meng Meng's sweat had soaked through his crew neck shirt, and he began to regret his approach. This kid was running circles around him so quickly; his lightness in movement was definitely not weak. At this rate, it would truly be exhausting without any reward.
In the midst of his struggle, Zhang Yang's gaze seemed playful. Seeing this, Meng Meng suddenly had a flash of inspiration: since Zhang Yang was solely focused on defense, he could temporarily adjust his strategy!
Thus, Meng Meng rhythmically adjusted his breathing and slowed his offensive pace. At this moment, Zhang Yang still hadn't launched a real counterattack; he continued to evade with only an occasional aggressive move that lacked the determination to fully engage.
Meng Meng's body began to relax. Relaxation felt comfortable, and he still held an advantage; his sense of superiority gradually intensified. "This kid is just good at lightness in movement and running fast; it's all showy techniques," Meng Meng concluded.
In this state of gradual relaxation, this thought acted like the last straw, causing the tension in his joints to begin to dissipate, starting from his fingers.
There’s a saying: it’s easy to ascend a mountain but hard to descend; it’s easy to invite a deity but hard to send them away.
Now it should be called: it's easy to exert force but hard to release it.
The drifting Zhang Yang, once like a falling leaf, suddenly became rigid and sharp. His form shot forward like a meteor, striking with precision towards Meng Meng's left wrist as he began to release his force.
So fast! Meng Meng was startled and hurriedly swung his right fist horizontally to block. In his haste, he exerted considerable force. However, Zhang Yang's move was actually a feint; before it could connect with Meng Meng's right hand, he swiftly withdrew. Meng Meng's horizontal strike missed entirely!
With his left arm releasing force and his right arm swinging empty, Meng Meng's balance suddenly faltered as the power dissipated along the direction of his right arm's strike.
A series of whip-like forces were released. Due to the abrupt loss of balance, Meng Meng stumbled sideways and fell awkwardly to the ground.
From start to finish, Zhang Yang had not even touched the hem of Meng Meng's clothing nor had he truly attacked him. Even the final fierce move was merely a feint.
But Meng Meng was defeated.
"You cheated!" Meng Meng stood up, looking very displeased.
"In a battle of experts, it's about wit, not strength," Zhang Yang said calmly, his pale face showing no signs of distress, beads of sweat dripping from his long hair.
"I refuse to accept this. You're just running away; this isn't a contest at all!" Meng Meng's demeanor softened somewhat, and her words became more focused.
"Listen carefully, I am going to take your right wrist," Zhang Yang stated.
Meng Meng was taken aback. Zhang Yang's figure rushed forward, delivering a punch aimed at the position of Meng Meng's heart. The force of the punch didn't seem very strong, but it was fast—who would dare let someone hit their heart with a punch? There was no way to evade it; raising her right arm to block was merely a reflexive action.
As Meng Meng raised her right arm to block, Zhang Yang's fist was already closing in on her before her arm could fully react. In the blink of an eye, his fist spread open, fingers extending sharply as he seized Meng Meng's right wrist and pinched her pulse point!
Looking at the controlled Meng Meng, Zhang Yang slowly said:
"At the moment the whip strikes with force, if I were to use your strength against you, you might have already become a cripple."
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