Yan Nan cupped his fists and said, "Brother Lin, I don't want to hurt you, so please take the initiative to get off the ring."
Facing a cripple, if you win, you won't win, but if you lose, it will even harm your reputation.
Lin Shundou drooped his eyelids and smiled coldly: "Huh! I should give you this sentence. Now get out of here, you still have a chance of survival."
"What?"
Yan Nan's face darkened: "Brother Lin, I'm trying to persuade you, but you don't know how to praise me."
"Hahaha... It's just you?"
Lin Shundou looked contemptuous and suddenly stretched out his right hand.
"One round, one hand, is enough!"
"You bastard, you are looking for death."
Faced with provocation, Yan Nan became furious.
He opened his Bajiquan stance and punched him.
'Snapped!'
I saw Lin Shundou using only one hand to firmly grasp his fist.
"What?"
Yan Nan was shocked and immediately followed up with his left fist.
Lin Shundou was very fast. He knocked off his fist with a slap, then turned sideways and slapped his chest.
'boom!'
With a muffled sound, Yan Nan flew backwards several meters away.
He fell heavily to the ground, rolled back and stood up again, feeling a dull pain in his chest and back.
At this time, the entire venue suddenly became quiet and became silent.
Just now, everyone was laughing at Lin Shundou, but now they are all shocked.
Even the four people on the rostrum showed expressions of wonder.
"I'm going, what's going on?"
"Yan Nan was actually knocked down?"
Yang Liuqing blinked her eyes and couldn't believe it.
"Is it a mistake?"
Yuan Yin was also a little confused.
"No!"
Xiao Feng shook his head: "Yan Nan is not his opponent, I'm afraid he will lose."
"What?"
Yang Liuqing and Yuan Yin looked at each other, can't they?
On the ring, Lin Shundou slowly took back his hand and smiled mockingly.
"Bajiquan? You haven't mastered it yet, get out of here."
"Asshole!"
Yan Nan scolded: "Stop being so arrogant, I didn't use my full strength just now."
"Yeah?"
Lin Shundou smiled sinisterly: "Don't waste time, show all your skills."
"Okay, then I'll let you see how terrifying Bajiquan is."
'boom!'
Yan Nan stamped his foot on the ring, and his true energy spread throughout his body.
"Take the move, Baji collapses."
He shouted loudly, stepped forward in two steps, went straight to the opponent's chest and hit him.
The power of this punch was enough to smash rocks, and Yan Nan exploded with all his energy.
But Lin Shundou still stood there. When the opponent attacked, he easily defused it with one hand, then used his strength to hit Yan Nan hard on the back.
'puff!'
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Yan Nan flew forward a few meters again before falling heavily to the ground face down.
The whole audience was shocked again. All the members of the Wu League could hardly believe that Yan Nan would be beaten to the point where he was unable to fight back, and the opponent was still a lame man.
"This is...Sanfeng Tai Chi."
Off the field, Xiao Feng's eyes widened and he exclaimed.
"Master, what is Tai Chi?"
Yuan Yin asked hurriedly.
"Sanfeng Tai Chi, this is the oldest Tai Chi method, created hundreds of years ago by Master Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect."
"But this boxing technique has been lost for many years. How did he learn it?"
The reason why Xiao Feng knew this was because Sanfeng Tai Chi was recorded in detail in the ancient martial arts books of Longyi Sect. The boxing manual was quite complete, but the last few moves were missing.
However, the martial arts of Longyi Sect is not spread to outsiders. Apart from his two masters, only three of his brothers have seen this boxing technique.
Where did Lin Shundou learn this? Could it be that... he is also a disciple of the Dragon Medicine Sect?
No, outer sect disciples are not qualified to enter Baodian Pavilion. There may be other martial arts sects that still possess the remnants of this set of boxing techniques.
"What? Sanfeng Tai Chi?"
Yuan Nanwu took a breath: "I have also heard of this ancient boxing technique. Brother Xiao, are you sure?"
"certainly!"
Xiao Feng nodded: "I have seen the boxing manual, and it is exactly the same as Lin Shun Dou's moves."
"I'm sure he uses Sanfeng Tai Chi."
"Oh, that's too bad."
Yuan Nanwu's face darkened: "The power of ancient boxing is definitely not comparable to that of modern boxing."
"If the fight continues, Yan Nan's life will be in danger. Let him admit defeat and get out of the ring."
Yang Liuqing shouted anxiously: "Yan Nan, stop fighting, come down quickly."
Yan Nan supported his body and climbed up. He spit out a mouthful of blood and looked a little embarrassed.
"Did you hear that? The president asked you to come down."
Yang Liuqing shouted again.
"Hey! Boy, go down."
Lin Shundou waved his hand: "The victory between you and me has been decided. If we continue to fight, your life will be at risk."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I haven't lost yet."
Yan Nan gritted his teeth. If he gave up and left the ring, it would be a real loss of face.
What face does he have to face the many junior disciples of the Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association?
"Come down quickly!"
Yang Yangqing and others were so anxious that they shouted below.
"Stop shouting!"
Yan Nan yelled: "President, I will never give up easily, please believe me."
"Yan Nan, I order you to come down immediately."
Yuan Nanwu stood up. Warriors are proud, and it would be impossible to make him admit defeat.
"I'm sorry, President, please forgive me."
This is the first duel, and it affects the momentum of the entire Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association.
Yan Nan ignored everyone's dissuasion and roared, gathering all the strength in his body.
Bajiquan emphasizes close combat. Yan Nan rushed to the opponent at extremely fast speed and hit a close-up strike with his elbow.
But Lin Shundou's body was like a tumbler, leaning back forty-five degrees and still maintaining balance.
"What? How is this possible?"
Yan Nan was completely dumbfounded. This shot of sticking to the mountain failed.
'boom!'
There was a muffled sound, Lin Shundou's body suddenly moved forward, and a palm hit him in the chest.
"puff!"
Yan Nan spat out another mouthful of blood and took two steps back.
Lin Shundou didn't give him a chance this time, grabbed his wrist and pulled Yan Nan back.
"Show mercy!"
Xiao Feng shouted under the ring, but it was still a step too late.
"Look carefully, this is the real support."
Lin Shundou took a step forward and hit his chest hard with his shoulders and arms.
Since both sides exerted force at the same time, Yan Nan was knocked away and fell directly from the five-meter-high ring to the ground.
‘Bang!’
Yan Nan fell face down to the ground. He vomited out several mouthfuls of blood, struggled for two seconds, and fainted on the spot.
There was a dead silence in the whole place. Everyone was dumbfounded. This man who was lame on one leg actually easily defeated the deputy hall leader of the Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association.
Lin Shundou sighed: "Hey! If you don't listen to the old man's advice, you will suffer a lot."
"Yan Nan!"
Yang Liuqing screamed and led several people to run over quickly.
I saw a big bump on Yan Nan's back, and her chest was severely dented, as if it had been flattened by a big hammer.
Several people quickly carried him back, and Xiao Feng immediately checked his body.