Purple Mist Dao Master-Chapter 107 - 95: 8 People! Not Enough to Fight!!

"Still using Tiger Form Boxing!"

"Not changing it yet?"

Below the stage, Meng Nan was fully focused, his brows furrowed as he watched Yan Chuan repeatedly use ’Tiger Form Boxing’, feeling both surprised and suspicious. Just as he had imagined, compared to the first day of the second lunar month, Yan Chuan’s strength had indeed made a qualitative leap.

Before the second day, he still needed to use ’Guangling Shadowless Kick’ to defeat his opponents.

But now.

Today.

Yan Chuan could instantly defeat He Junjie and scare away Yu Yan with just a set of ’Tiger Form Boxing’.

The progress is evident.

But ’Tiger Form Boxing’ can defeat one, can defeat two, but what about four?

Can it still fight?

...

"Of course it can!"

Yan Chuan was intensely focused, his toes gripping the ground, his hands still in tiger claw form—

Fierce Tiger Washing Claw!

The tiger claws splayed outward, center of gravity shifted forward, first entangling Teng Siqian.

Evil Tiger Flipping Mountain!

He darted forward, relentlessly attacking.

Bam!

The tiger claw transformed into a fist, hitting Teng Siqian squarely in the chest, causing her pain and forcing her to retreat.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind chased after his ear.

Punches from both sides!

An aching sensation!

"Hah!"

Yan Chuan used his energy to fuel his strength, his left hand formed a claw and swung to the left, while his right hand clenched into a fist and smashed to the right, defending against Xiang Yue and Li Jianhua simultaneously—

Fierce Tiger Roll!

Tiger Tail Kick!

Bam!

The Character Gate Fist from Cao Xu attacked from behind; this kick landed squarely, pushing him back several steps despite him trying to defend with both hands—

"Hiss!"

His arms ached painfully!

"This Yan Chuan!"

Cao Xu shook his arms, shouting, "Beware of Yan Chuan’s strength! It’s not simple!"

That strength, when it hits, drills right into one’s heart with pain!

On the stage, in just a flash, Yan Chuan repelled He Junjie, then Yu Yan, and easily defended against Teng Siqian, Xiang Yue, Li Jianhua, and Cao Xu, countering every move, seemingly perilous, yet masterfully under control.

Six people attacked consecutively, yet they still couldn’t take him down!

"Senior Brother Peng, don’t wait any longer!"

"Let’s go together!"

’Wensheng Fist’ Su Jiangang called out, teaming up with ’High Fist’ Peng Tieshou, the two rushing forward to attack Yan Chuan, filling the gaps left by Teng Siqian and Cao Xu.

One was Su Jiangang, using ’Wensheng Fist’, a display of mastery in combining softness and hardness, stretching muscles and pulling bones, very stable.

The other was Peng Tieshou, using ’Gao Family Boxing’, utilizing supporting defense, hooking and hanging as abilities, transforming into wonders, attacking with skill, and unstoppable bravery!

"Haha!"

"Refreshing!"

Yan Chuan roared like a tiger, repeatedly using ’Tiger Form Boxing’, every move awe-inspiring, maneuvering swiftly, striking forward and back, fists and feet in unison, as if a real fierce tiger was showcasing its dominance on stage, while Su Jiangang, Peng Tieshou, and others were all tiger hunters, attacking in waves, but all being parried by Yan Chuan!

Bam bam bam!

Clap clap clap!

Fists and feet clashed, strength collided!

Just repelled Su Jiangang on the left, and then Peng Tieshou attacked on the right.

Faced Li Jianhua at the front, and then encountered Teng Siqian at the back.

Eight elites!

As one retreated, another advanced!

Constantly attacking Yan Chuan from all sides.

Yan Chuan charged forward and broke through, his fists and legs all in motion, using hands, elbows, shoulders, back, legs, feet, knees, his entire body capable of striking, every part able to attack.

He fought with excitement, reaching the peak with ’Tiger Form Boxing’, finally reaching its limit under the pressure from the eight.

Then.

’Tiger Form Boxing’ transformed!

’Crane Form Boxing’ emerged!

Head upright, neck steady, pulling balance, relaxing shoulders, waist, hips, lifting the crotch and tautening the belly!

Breaking hands, moving hands, charging hands, throwing hands!

"Crane Form Boxing!"

"Oh no!"

"Bam!"

Yan Chuan instantly transformed from a fierce tiger to a white crane, the rhythm suddenly shifted; He Junjie, who just had a drink, was now facing not a tiger, but a crane. He was immediately pecked by Yan Chuan’s crane claw, the ’crane’s beak’ striking his arm, seemingly taking off a piece of flesh—

"Hiss!"

The pain pierced his heart!

He Junjie was in pain, his arm bleeding, sobering up from the alcohol, forced to step off the stage again.

With He Junjie gone.

Yan Chuan was more relaxed.

Tiger Form Boxing.

Crane Form Boxing.

Changing at will, using as he wishes.

The two peak-level boxing techniques in Yan Chuan’s hands exhibited unimaginable power.

Attacked by seven elites, he was able to stay calm and collected.

However, as Teng Siqian and the others became more in sync and coordinated better, the pressure on Yan Chuan also increased.

"Good!"

"Just like that!"

Yan Chuan’s boxing arts transformed again—

Punch, palm, finger, claw, hook!

Throw, nail, hang, strike, insert!

This is ’Tiger Crane Double Forms’!

"Flexible in offense and defense, tightly integrating defense into offense!"

This boxing technique is truly perfect for fighting against many with a few, or against a multitude with one.

But see on the stage—

Yan Chuan sometimes like a tiger, sometimes like a crane, sometimes adopting Tiger Crane Double Forms.

Boxing!

Claw technique!

Leg technique!

Footwork!

Change, change, change! Changing as desired!

"Seven people!"

"Not enough to fight!"

Yan Chuan advanced, knocking Teng Siqian flying, palm-striking Xiang Yue away, punching back Li Jianhua, then switching to hang palm to repel Su Jiangang, executing a Tiger Tail Kick, performing Plum Blossom Open Second Degree, kicking Cao Xu away, then leaning back, executing Iron Mountain Lean, crashing into Yu Yan’s embrace, knocking the beauty away.

Finally.

Turning around.

Yan Chuan stood steadily, flicking the hem of his clothes, both feet launched from the ground with a bursting shout—

"Guangling Shadowless Kick!!!"

With sound aiding energy, with energy fueling strength.

Yan Chuan erupted from the ground, his legs crossing in the air, indeed shadowless and traceless!

Bam bam bam!

Clap clap clap!

Fists and feet colliding! Strength engaging!

Yan Chuan in mid-air, feet too fast to see.

Below him were ’High Fist’ Peng Tieshou and ’Drunken Immortal Fist’ He Junjie, who just drank another jar of wine.

Shadowless Kick!

Tricky!

Vast!

Compared to three days ago, it appeared even more exquisite.

Heavy!

Firm!

Fast!

Perilous!

Bam bam clap clap clap!

Kicking with shadowless speed!

A rapid assault!

Both Peng Tieshou and He Junjie found it incredibly difficult to counter—

Bam!

Bam!

One kick hit Peng Tieshou, this ’High Fist’ elite, like a mountain that could not be toppled, bending and unloading as he was pushed back, following Yan Chuan’s Shadowless Kick’s strength, rolling on the ground—

"Reasonable yet powerless, impotence is true strength. Intentional yet unintentional, lack of intent is true intent!"

Though he was kicked away, he still remained on stage.

The unfortunate one was He Junjie.

He was drunk, colliding right into it, Yan Chuan’s foot kicked with shadowless precision, a kick straight to the heart gate.

He Junjie quickly bent his arms to guard.

He protected his heart.

But he was still stuck to Yan Chuan—

Bam bam bam bam!

Kicking relentlessly with shadowless speed, four connected kicks in an instant, each hitting He Junjie’s chest—

Boom!

After four kicks, He Junjie spat blood, the entire person being kicked off the stage, unable to get up.

Drunken Immortal Fist!

’Drunken Immortal’ He Junjie!

The first to exit!

Eight-person siege, unable to defeat Yan Chuan!

Even!

Yan Chuan only needed to use ’Tiger Crane Double Forms’ and ’Guangling Shadowless Kick’, already securing his victory.

Eight people!

Not enough!

Tap tap tap!

Yan Chuan kicked He Junjie away, not giving any quarter, turning back and striding quickly, with a roar, kicking towards Peng Tieshou.

Vicious person!

Ferocious person!

Yan Chuan, truly invincible!

...

"This Yan Chuan, something’s off!"

In the stands, Wang Kuan frowned, looking towards Yuan Shicai beside him: "Brother Yuan, what do you see?"

"’Tiger Form Boxing’, ’Crane Form Boxing’, both embodying their essence, harmonizing with the techniques of numerous schools, unrivaled; solely discussing these two boxing techniques, Yan Chuan has already reached the end."

"Moreover—"

"Tiger Crane Double Forms!"

"A combination of the essences of ’Tiger Form Boxing’ and ’Crane Form Boxing’, it is said that this boxing technique, like ’Iron Wire Fist’, is also one of the top-level boxing techniques from the Cheng Family."

"This boxing technique, so powerful, seems to have also been cultivated to the utmost by Yan Chuan, leaving no more room for advancement, invincible and unbreakable."

"Terrifying!"

"And that renowned ’Guangling Shadowless Kick’, the foot striking shadowlessly, is a decisive ultimate move, unmatched among the younger generation with just this move!"

Yuan Shicai, being one of the Ten Elders, had exceptional and sharp insight.

He saw through Yan Chuan’s entire martial arts mastery, and after witnessing the ’Guangling Shadowless Kick’, understood why Yan Chuan commanded such high prestige in this year’s Martial Arts Competition, and why he could easily defeat many academic elites like Tu Tiannan.

This footwork!

It’s even worthy of kicking him!

But—

"He wasn’t originally this strong!"

Wang Kuan, presiding over this year’s Martial Arts Competition, had witnessed Cham Chuan’s original martial arts mastery from beginning to end—

Tiger Form Boxing.

Crane Form Boxing.

Tiger Crane Double Forms.

Including ’Guangling Shadowless Kick’.

Although stronger day by day, winning match after match, it never showcased such dominance as today. Today, on the arena, Yan Chuan held absolute control.

This was unlike before.

It should be the gains from recent closed-door cultivation.

"This kid’s talent is truly terrifying!"

Wang Kuan marveled.

But he always felt that besides his martial arts mastery, there was something strange about Yan Chuan. This progress was definitely not just due to a breakthrough in martial arts mastery.

Be it Tiger Form Boxing.

Or Crane Form Boxing.

Including Tiger Crane Double Forms and Shadowless Kick, there are countless connections in between, common points, and more than just a single lineage.

It seems—

"There’s an aura!"

"There’s a web, gathering all his boxing techniques, promoting each other, integrating into one. Not just a single boxing technique being strong, but the integration of strength, a mixed element unity, with all boxing techniques receiving a boost!"

Wang Kuan, worthy of being a ’Six Harmonies Fist’ grandmaster, sharp and insightful, made speculations directly pointing to the essence, almost guessing the root of Yan Chuan’s great progress.

But he was still a bit off.

Just a little.

He couldn’t see it temporarily, needed to keep watching, needed to see Yan Chuan continue fighting. The more he fought, the more exposed, sooner or later he could see through.

Only, the eight on the stage, now seven, are no match for Yan Chuan—

...

"Get someone up!"

"If no one else joins, the eight on stage will all be kicked off by Yan Chuan one after another!"

"Oh no!"

"So exciting!"

Han Yerou, rare to be short with words today, had just watched Yan Chuan fighting one against eight, the danger making her not dare to breathe deeply.

By now.

The eight were defeated!

Yan Chuan dominated, completely establishing victory; Han Yerou finally breathed a sigh of relief, her cheeks flushed with excitement: "Yan Chuan is so strong!"

Punching and kicking!

The eight elite seemed like mere clay chickens and pottery dogs, while Yan Chuan effortlessly defeated them as if slicing through melons and vegetables.

At this moment.

Below the stage.

If the rest of Guangling Academy’s elites didn’t step up, they would have to watch helplessly as Yan Chuan kicked off Peng Tieshou, Teng Siqian, and others one by one from the stage, establishing final victory, and forging the path of an invincible grandmaster!

This cannot happen!

This is unacceptable!

"Master Yan!"

"I’m here to meet you!"

A shout arose from below the stage, and it was Wu Fist, the one coming was Zeng Yong. This person, like Tu Tiannan, practiced ’Wu Family Boxing’, ranked among the ’Seven Killings’, renowned for his fierce attacks.

He ascended the stage to assault Yan Chuan, providing relief for Peng Tieshou, also giving Teng Siqian and others a moment to catch their breath.

But he alone was far from enough—

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