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Chapter 91 - 83: 1000 Calls for the Shadowless Kick! [3rd Update, Seeking Monthly Votes!]
Chapter 91: Chapter 83: 1000 Calls for the Shadowless Kick! [3rd Update, Seeking Monthly Votes!]"Zhang Ying is being suppressed!"
"Zhang Ying is in danger!"
"Zhang Ying is making repeated blunders!"
"Zhang Ying is clearly at a disadvantage!"
"Brother Zhang, Struggle Hammer Style! Cutting Pipa Style!"
"Whew!"
"What a close call!"
Zhang Ying indeed falls short compared to Teng Siqian, three years ago he was inferior, and three years later he still is.
Yan Chuan gives guidance.
Thrilling parries.
Then.
The battle stabilizes slightly, and Yan Chuan takes the chance to introduce Songhe Sect’s martial arts: "Songhe Sect has four families of Boxing from Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li. The ’Crane Linked Fist’ used by Zhang Ying, also known as ’Helianlian Fist’, as everyone knows, ’Helian’ during the previous dynasty was granted the surname ’Zhao’, so ’Crane Linked Fist’, ’Helianlian Fist’ are actually ’Zhao Family Fist’, the top-ranked Boxing within Songhe Sect, divided into eight forms—"
"Struggle Hammer Style, Advancing and Retreating Continuous Style, Turnaround Pushing Style, Waist-Hitting Style, Double Pushing Hand Style, Binding and Pressing Style, Lute Style, Re
But, thinking from their perspective, if she were Zhang Ying or Teng Siqian, being continually commented on, listening to never-ending chatter, having a fair match disrupted, she would surely be displeased!
"A true gentleman does not speak while watching chess!"
Yan Chuan’s actions hardly qualify him as a gentleman!
He deserves getting hit!
"A good show is on!"
While gloating, Han Yerou is also curious: "Teng Siqian and Zhang Ying are both experts, can Yan Chuan handle two people at once?"
Shen Mei also worries.
In terms of strength, so far, Yan Chuan has been undefeated. His ’Shadowless Kick’, be it against Li Jianhua or Xiang Yue, has no contest, not even close to displaying Yan Chuan’s limits.
But now!
After all, it’s two experts like Li Jianhua and Xiang Yue attacking together.
Yan Chuan——
Can he handle them?
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"Gentlemen!"
Of course, Yan Chuan does not want to engage.
In the recent brawl between Teng Siqian and Zhang Ying, Yan Chuan has gained enough benefits, having no need to fight another round and reveal more of his abilities.
However.
The irritable and hot-tempered Zhang Ying!
The unsatisfied and furious Teng Siqian!
Their anger unquenched, irritated by Yan Chuan earlier, this time they must vent their rage.
Thus.
Two former opponents team up, cooperating remarkably well—
Fu Family Boxing!
Crane Linked Fist!
One advances, the other retreats!
One retreats, the other advances!
One attacks the Upper Plate!
One attacks the Lower Body!
Upper, middle, lower!
Left, middle, right!
Six directions attacking. Even Yan Chuan, under such an assault, can only defensively parry and continuously retreat—
Retreat, retreat, retreat!
Retreating again and again!
In the blink of an eye, he’s at the edge of the ring!
"I can’t retreat any further!"
"If I retreat any longer!"
Yan Chuan is cautious.
Even though he is outnumbered, Yan Chuan possesses a heart that is forever advancing, determined to walk the ’Grandmaster Path’—
One is fine!
Two is fine!
None can force him down!
He must advance!
He will advance!
Must continue onwards!
"Get down!"
Zhang Ying’s fist turns into an eagle claw, eyes fierce; taught by Yan Chuan, the Crane Linked Fist emphasizes poison, ruthlessness, and speed, and he has learned!
"You’ve learned well!"
"But can you grab me?"
Yan Chuan channels energy, twists his body; Zhang Ying’s eagle claw clearly grips his arm, but in the next instant, it’s as if he’s caught a slippery eel. Layer upon layer of force tremors across Yan Chuan’s arm, and like an eel, slips swiftly along the ring’s edge, mysteriously sliding past the right-sided Zhang Ying, bypassing both Zhang Ying and Teng Siqian to end up behind them.
The crowd only sees Zhang Ying and Teng Siqian jointly besieging Yan Chuan, forcing him to the ring’s edge, and Zhang Ying’s eagle claw about to pull Yan Chuan off the ring.
However.
The next moment.
Yan Chuan, like an eel, as if swimming in water or sliding in mud, shakes deftly to break free from Zhang Ying’s attack, escaping the siege by Zhang Ying and Teng Siqian, finding space and seizing an opportunity.
Everyone has a premonition, eyes wide open—
"Here it comes!"
"Here it comes!"
"Master Yan, Shadowless Kick!"
All shout in unison ’Shadowless Kick’!
Sure enough!
Yan Chuan flings his robe forward, his feet soaring as he shouts—
"Guangling Shadowless Kick!!"
Using sound to bolster energy, energy to drive force.
Yan Chuan blasts skyward, legs crossing in a manner truly without shadow!
Bang bang bang!
Pa pa pa!
Fist and feet clash! Strength contends!
Yan Chuan initiates, airborne, with feet swift as shadows, Zhang Ying and Teng Siqian can only passively defend, yet the strength within their fists and feet all dispersed by Yan Chuan’s ’Shadowless Kick’—
Heavy!
Weighty!
Compared to ’speed’, the ’heaviness’ of ’Shadowless Kick’ causes them more shock, making it tougher for them to defend.
Bang bang pa pa!
Feet kick without shadow!
A rapid attack!
The two find it hard to withstand—
Bam!
Bam!
Front and back, almost concurrently, they are kicked squarely in the chest, kicked off the ring!
"Guangling Shadowless Kick!"
"Another dual-person kick!"
Shadowless Kick!
Truly unbeatable!
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