Sunlight penetrates the clouds, casting rays onto the courtyard covered with fine white sand but presenting a chaotic scene.
Two figures, one thin and one robust, standing distinctly opposite each other.
A fierce gust of wind assaults, black shattered hair brushes over the forehead, dancing with the wind.
Fang Cheng lowers his head, his eyes suddenly open, a flash of brilliance.
He looks at the ferocious figure resembling a giant beast, already pouncing in front of him.
Quick as a flash of lightning, he reaches out his wrist, seizing the opponent’s neck and left wrist.
Simultaneously powering from his lower back, his body twists 90°, his right leg hooks naturally, shifting the opponent’s center of gravity to the left.
Next is to execute Throwing Techniques, hurling him flying.
However, Shijima Gorou possesses enormous strength.
Even when losing his balance, he forcibly halts, and yanks back forcefully.
Fang Cheng continuously senses the subtle changes in his opponent’s muscles.
Upon seeing this, he immediately shifts from a wrist-grappling pull to a corner reversal.
As he falls backward, his right foot kicks upwards.
Utilizing the opponent’s own forward momentum, he easily throws him backward.
The beast-like figure traces an arc in the air, crashing heavily onto a rockery.
Fang Cheng immediately swings his legs downwards.
Leveraging the force of stamping on the ground, he thrusts his hips and instantly stands up again.
Thanks to days of flexibility training and Back Bridge practice,
he naturally masters the classic Martial Arts move "Carp Jump".
In fact, the philosophical essence of all fighting styles is universal.
It’s simply about breaking the opponent’s momentum, grasping their momentum.
Eventually blending it with one’s own, to enhance the extremity of strength one can exert.
If a move doesn’t succeed, one must change tactics promptly, rather than getting stuck grappling with the opponent.
That’s the essence of free combat and mixed martial arts.
Otherwise, how different would it be from street thugs brawling with crude punches?
Facing an opponent like Shijima Gorou, who has brute force but lacks technique,
Fang Cheng initially feels uncomfortable, then gradually grasps the essence of "using the opponent’s strength against them".
He begins to fully play to his strengths, achieving effective countermeasures.
At this moment, his whole person spins and rolls rapidly like a spiral.
By seizing a flaw, he uses the opponent’s own kinetic energy, with slight traction, throwing him out to cause greater damage.
The throwing techniques used are not confined to Jujitsu.
Gradually, integrates grappling throws from Sanda into his skill set.
Twisting waist and pinching chest, hooking leg and encircling shoulder, reversing arm to free oneself, pulling elbow to bend wrist...
His body moves elegantly agile, effortlessly dealing with a storm-like assault.
He even begins to take risks in grappling, utilizing previously unusable Boxing and leg techniques.
Once again experimenting with various combinations of Boxing and Sanda.
This round, his performance is obviously more proficient, vaguely feeling a fusion of three skills.
Even if sometimes hurled away by the opponent’s brute strength, he can promptly kick, roll, and mitigate dangers.
Fang Cheng has a Constitution of 20 points, and his resilience isn’t lesser either.
As the sun gradually tilts, the light becomes somewhat cold and desolate, yet seems fiercer.
On the field, the two men have fiercely battled for an hour and continue to tirelessly chase and wrestle each other.
One is extremely tensed, exhaling heavily like a bull.
The other is completely relaxed, his breathing still prolonged.
If not for the surrounding landscape—rockeries, trees, and ground—suffering a horrific state of destruction,
It would seem like merely a normal martial contest.
[Congratulations, through unremitting effort, your agility has been enhanced]
A notification suddenly appears in front of his eyes.
Fang Cheng pays no heed.
Stepping backward to dodge an opponent’s bear hug, he turns around to deliver a spinning kick.
The counterattack simultaneously creates distance.
The battle continues.
After a short moment.
Several new notifications appear.
[Facing an unimaginably strong foe, you grasp the concept of combat, applying knowledge to practice, reaching Expert Level in skill]
[Jujitsu lv1 (0/250)]
[Congratulations on achieving a skill Enhancement reward, please choose between two enhancement options]
Fang Cheng remains unmoved.
He is not using the Concentration Skill at the moment, but he is completely immersed in the battle,
his blood boiling inside his body, transforming into endless fighting spirit, soaring upward.
Some people chase fame, some chase profit.
Some just want to keep challenging.
Challenging those formidable and strong opponents that make others tremble.
Enjoying the adrenaline rush.
Enjoying the thrill of progressing step by step to the peak!
Dust flying, figures clashing.
A relatively thin figure ducks to evade a Sweep Kick.
Immediately, he steps forward, and with a hard shove of his shoulder, he smashes the muscle-swelled monster against the windows and doors of a building.
Glass shatters everywhere, stained with traces of fresh red blood.
Seeing Shijima Gorou swaying, showing signs of physical exhaustion, Fang Cheng’s eyes sharpen.
"It’s time to finish you off!"
The thought flashes through his mind, and his body instantly reacts.
Pushing off the wall to gain momentum, he slams back close to his target.
His whole body spins in the air, and his legs, like scissors, clasp around the target’s neck.
The tremendous impact drags Shijima Gorou to the ground.
Fang Cheng once again uses the Sacrifice Technique, attempting to strangle him to suffocation with the power of his legs.
The muscles of the legs squeeze the neck, making a faint grimace-inducing noise.
Shijima Gorou, realizing the danger to his life, glares with bulging eyes, desperately trying to pry the legs apart.
For a moment, there is a slight loosening.
Fang Cheng’s original strength is indeed much weaker.
But at this moment, he clearly has retained more energy than his opponent.
In fact, he has steadily gained the upper hand in this struggle.
Slowly, Shijima Gorou’s resistance begins to weaken.
His face contorts, his exhales larger than inhales, the bloodshot in his eyes gradually fading, his swollen muscles seem to shrink, and his body is slowly returning to normal.
Eventually, his breathing becomes barely audible.
Fang Cheng’s chest heaves, he takes deep breaths, his lips slightly curling up.
Enjoying the pleasure brought by victory.
Suddenly, a bad thought crosses his mind.
"Crap! Did I actually kill him?"
At this thought, Fang Cheng immediately pulls himself out of the nearly frenzied state of combat.
He releases his legs, stands up, and is just about to check Shijima Gorou’s condition.
A sharp, crisp voice suddenly comes from inside the house.
Then, a young woman in a bathrobe runs quickly into the yard.
It was the white-dressed young woman he had seen at the door earlier.
Clearly, she is Shijima Gorou’s wife or girlfriend.
Facing her furious questioning gaze, Fang Cheng’s eyes shift.
He spreads his hands, indicating that he is actually the innocent party.
The reason he hit Mr. Shijima so hard was purely at his personal request.
The question is, would she believe it?
The ambulance, with its flashing warning lights, rushes the unconscious Shijima Gorou to the nearby hospital.
Fang Cheng stands in the street under the setting sun, looking somewhat speechless.
The club sent him to woo a major client, and he ended up sending the client to the hospital.
What kind of situation is this?
Fortunately, both parties had signed a consent form before the competition, stating the relevant circumstances.
Otherwise, he might have had to make a trip to the police station by now.
As for... how Shijima Gorou turned into such a monstrous form?
Fang Cheng did not ask further.
In this situation, not being scolded by the opponent’s family is already good.
He secretly guesses various possibilities.
The only thing confirmed is one point.
"This world is definitely not simple!"
Fang Cheng’s eyes flicker with an unexplained radiance, gazing intently at the panel emerging before him.
As if a door hidden in the mist is slowly opening towards him.