Each one, alone, has a formidable record, but now, they’ve gathered on the same stage, waiting for one person, waiting for Yan Chuan.
"Enough to give Yan Chuan a hard time."
Below the stage, Meng Nan stood unmoving like a mountain, glancing at the woman next to him, he asked with a smile, "Did you hurry back from there for Yan Chuan? Don’t you want to step onto the stage and exchange a few moves with him?"
The woman was named ’Tang Huaiyu’, she practiced ’Yellow Dragon Fist’, and was nicknamed ’Daffodil’, one of the ’Four Immortals’.
Originally, she wasn’t interested in the Martial Arts Competition, being in the Mountain and Sea Realm.
But there she heard that a ’Shadowless Kick’ emerged in Guangling, who pierced through Guangling Academy, and even killed one of the Ten Elders, ’Wu Fist’ Wu Qi.
Tang Huaiyu’s curiosity was piqued, and she rushed back immediately.
There were quite a few like her; top elites from Guangling Academy returning urgently from the Mountain and Sea Realm in recent days.
However, returning doesn’t necessarily mean they want to fight Yan Chuan.
"The eight of them are enough."
She more or less knew the strength of the eight people on stage; even she wasn’t a match for them when they teamed up, so what could Yan Chuan possibly use to fight after discarding the ’Red Tassel Spear’?
To send more people would be bullying!
"Still, I’m quite looking forward to whether Yan Chuan can bring out something new this time and hold on for a few more moves in the arena."
Meng Nan thought of Yan Chuan——
Divine Movement Transformation!
Cheng’s Six Harmonies Spear!
And ’Red Tassel Spear’!
This Yan Chuan, with too many cards, loves to conceal them, never showing his hand until the last moment.
Before the battle began, no one knew whether Yan Chuan still had unknown cards up his sleeve.
In fact, considering Yan Chuan’s character, past achievements, and battle tactics, it’s almost certain he has more cards hidden, the only question is——
"How many cards does he have left?"
"How strong are these cards?"
This intrigued Meng Nan the most.
It was also the curiosity of everyone present today, from spectators to elites, from champions to big shots, young and old.
Yan Chuan, as the main character, did not keep people waiting long.
The eight had just gotten on stage.
A commotion started at the outskirts.
"Master Yan is here!"
The main challenger has arrived!
Yan Chuan was already eager; at the outskirts, unable to wait for the crowd to clear a path, he leapt into the air, stepping on people’s heads thump thump thump, crossing a hundred feet of void straight toward the stage.
Landing firmly at a corner of the stage.
"Such excellent Qinggong!"
On stage, Xiang Yue praised.
"Yan Chuan, a few days ago you fought two at once and won. This time, we are eight. If it seems too many, point to any, and they will step down. You decide how many to leave!"
"Let no one say we’re bullying you!"
He Junjie gulped down wine, tossing the emptied jar with a crash that shattered it to pieces.
The atmosphere on stage immediately grew tense.
Yan Chuan glanced at the eight on stage; the eight straightened up, starting from He Junjie, they cupped their fists and declared aloud——
"Guangling Academy, ’Drunken Immortal Fist’ He Junjie."
"Guangling Academy, ’Fu Fist’ Teng Siqian."
"Guangling Academy, ’Five Ancestors Crane Sun Fist’ Xiang Yue."
"Guangling Academy, ’Floral Fist’ Li Jianhua."
"Guangling Academy, ’Wensheng Fist’ Su Jiangang."
"Guangling Academy, ’Character Gate Fist’ Cao Xu."
"Guangling Academy, ’High Fist’ Peng Tieshou."
"Guangling Academy, ’Coiling Silk Fist’ Yu Yan."
Different styles of boxing.
Different appearances.
The one thing these eight all shared was battle intent!
Among them, three had fought Yan Chuan in recent days, while the other five were first meeting him, but they did have a brief confrontation during the arena face-off on the second day, familiar faces were present.
Yan Chuan did not hesitate either; he likewise cupped his fists, sternly announcing: "Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall, Cheng Family Boxing, Yan Chuan!"
He Junjie was the least reserved, walking the Eight Diagram with staggering steps, bleary-eyed, swaying——
"Drunken Immortal Fist!"
"Seemingly drunk in form but not in spirit, drunk in fist but not in heart!"
He Junjie lunged forward, his punches appearing chaotic yet concealing unpredictable changes.
"Drunken Immortal Fist."
Yan Chuan moved like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, tiger claws fierce, with one grasp, two presses, three swipes——
He Junjie dashed forward like a whirlwind and retreated like a startled rabbit.
In just one encounter, everyone saw a claw mark appear on He Junjie’s chest, tearing his clothes, a fraction deeper would reach his heart!
"Yan Chuan held back!"
"He’s even stronger now!"
Below the stage, Meng Nan didn’t blink, seeing Yan Chuan repel He Junjie with one strike, recognized that Yan Chuan’s mastery of ’Tiger Form Boxing’ had reached Transformation Realm, incomprehensible.
This was the first time Tang Huaiyu saw Yan Chuan take action, she was shocked, "Brother He can’t last even one round against him?"
How is this possible!
He Junjie was her equal, also one of the ’Four Immortals’, their strengths always neck and neck, in constant pursuit of each other.
He Junjie couldn’t even last a move under Yan Chuan?
"Could he really be drunk?"
Tang Huaiyu couldn’t believe it.
The crowd below was in complete shock.
On the platform, including He Junjie, all eight top elites were equally astonished.
Especially He Junjie.
Yan Chuan’s claw seemed like a real tiger, ready to take his life in an instant. Having experienced it firsthand, He Junjie definitely felt that Yan Chuan had held back.
Otherwise, he would either die or be critically injured.
"Thank you, Master Yan, for holding back!"
He Junjie sobered up with fright, quickly expressing gratitude to Yan Chuan.
Yan Chuan waved amicably, smiling, "Everyone, come together now."
His two hands formed into tiger claws, ready to use ’Tiger Form Boxing’ against these eight people.
"Beware of his tiger claws!"
He Junjie warned, then staggered and fell to the ground——
He landed with a thud!
Black Dragon Twisting Pillar!
This time, He Junjie learned his lesson, avoiding Yan Chuan’s tiger claws, focusing attacks from the lower body up.
"I’ll attack the upper plate!"
The shout came from ’Coiling Silk Fist’ Yu Yan, as a woman, her movements were like silkworm spinning silk, soft and adhesive, releasing like a poison arrow, spell and force both reaching--
Tiger claw against attack!
Yu Yan’s stance faltered after three moves, a tiger claw sweeping past her face, almost disfiguring her, scaring her into a hasty retreat.
As for the lower body.
Yan Chuan casually moved his legs, swift as a whip, delivering kicks, swipes, hooks, and pushes, like dragon leaping, easily breaking through He Junjie’s ’Black Dragon Twisting Pillar’ cleanly——
A kick sent him flying back, close to the ground!
He Junjie slapped the ground to regain balance, the drunkenness he’d been building up pricked by the sting of the force in Yan Chuan’s kicks, waking him again.
This Drunken Immortal Fist!
Unable to fully get into it, He Junjie’s strength was at least reduced by thirty percent. He simply retreated to the side, shouting to the crowd below: "Bring me wine!"
He planned to drink to fuel the fight!
With He Junjie retreating, others stepped up.
Low kick, level kick, kicking leg, piercing leg, sweeping leg, coiling leg!
This is Fu Family Leg!
Teng Siqian joined in.
She took over from He Junjie, showcasing the leg techniques from ’Fu Fist’ to the fullest.
Shaking body and thrusting shoulder!
Skill hand like a drawn bow!
This was ’Five Ancestors Crane Sun Fist’, Xiang Yue struck. His hand techniques varied in length, forceful strength aiming squarely at Yan Chuan’s Taiyang Temple, side ears, throat and other vital areas.
Hands blossoming like flowers opening suddenly.
Directing from above to below, from left to right.
This was ’Floral Fist’, Li Jianhua also moved! His hand skills like a shuttle, false forms delighted, forceful attacks resulted in anger, surpassing positions caused sadness, pressing doors delighted!
Someone released force like spring thunder, crisp and clean, making one’s spine shiver.
This was from the actual elite of ’Character Gate Fist’, the society leader of the Character Gate Fist Society, Cao Xu, who was among the ’Seven Marvels’, far more formidable than those Yan Chuan encountered from Character Gate Fist on the arena days ago!
’Fu Fist’ Teng Siqian.
’Five Ancestors Crane Sun Fist’ Xiang Yue.
’Floral Fist’ Li Jianhua.
’Character Gate Fist’ Cao Xu.
Front, back, left, right!
Four-person pincer attack!
One plus one plus one plus one!
The pressure is more than four!