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Lin Fung The showdown with the middle-aged man is intense, and the scene is thrilling. In their exchange under the old pine tree, their techniques are diverse, and every punch and kick contains immense power and skill.
Lin Fung wields the Tiger Roar Fist, with fierce punches carrying the force of a storm. His attacks have a wide range, at times as fierce as a violent storm, and at other times as agile as a tiger leaping from the mountains. His movements are fast and decisive, with each punch accompanied by explosive sounds, leaving people in awe.
The middle-aged man's movements were light and mysterious, as if he were one with nature, his punches flowing smoothly and naturally. He dodged Lin Fung's attacks like flowing clouds, each evasion carrying an artistic beauty. His counterattacks were swift and precise, hitting Lin Fung at vital points, forcing him to be on high alert.
Lin Fung felt an unprecedented pressure, his whole body continuously emitting internal energy, trying to resist the middle-aged man's onslaught. His brows furrowed, eyes fixed on the opponent's every move, attempting to find a way to break through.
This duel is not only a test of skill and strength, but also a challenge of the mind. Lin Fung knows that only in such a duel can he continuously push his limits and take his martial arts training to the next level.
Lin Yuan quietly observes this duel. He witnesses Lin Fung's progress and is deeply impressed. However, as the battle continues, his thoughts gradually drift back to the days when he was still wandering the rivers and lakes.
Recalling the experience of traveling in East Valley years ago still gives him chills. At that time, he heard the name "Mad Valley Fist Demon" for the first time from the villagers. People described his boxing style as fierce and domineering, often attacking travelers in the mountainous areas. There were even rumors that he could single-handedly take on dozens of people and was invincible.
At the time, Lin Yuan didn't take these rumors seriously, thinking it was just a legend in the martial arts world. So, he decided to venture deep into East Valley for exploration. However, he didn't expect that this journey would become one of the most thrilling memories of his life.
As he ventured deeper into the valley, he suddenly heard the sounds of a battle. Hurrying to investigate, he came upon a shocking scene. A group of martial artists were attacking a young man, who turned out to be the "Mad Valley Fist Demon."
The battle was chaotic, with punches as fast as lightning, each strike filled with destructive power. The Fist Demon's eyes were bloodshot, his body seemingly filled with boundless hostility, sending shivers down everyone's spine. In the blink of an eye, the dozens of attackers lay dead, and as the last survivor knelt and begged for mercy, the Fist Demon suddenly let out a long howl that pierced the air like a tiger's roar, shaking everyone to their core. In that moment, he seemed to transform into a fierce tiger, exuding wildness and destructiveness. With a loud cry of "Tiger's Roar Breaking Through the Sky," his fist pierced through the last man's chest, causing blood to spray out in a terrifying scene.
The roar of the Fist Demon echoed through the valley, creating an unbearable pressure in the air. Lin Yuan felt as if his heart was about to stop beating, fully understanding the terror of the "Mad Valley Fist Demon." Then, the Fist Demon's gaze turned towards Lin Yuan, and he felt an indescribable pressure, as if the presence of the Grim Reaper. At that moment, Lin Yuan dared not stay, he ran as fast as he could, afraid of becoming the next target of the Fist Demon. This thrilling experience is still deeply imprinted in his heart, and today, watching the battle under the old pine tree, he couldn't help but recall that scene from years ago.
The showdown between Lin Fung and the middle-aged man reached its climax. Lin Fung's figure was like a fierce tiger, every punch carried the power of a storm, and the wind of his punches howled through the valley, causing the trees to sway. His fist techniques were varied, at times raising both fists high like a tiger's body, and at other times crouching low like a tiger pouncing for prey, launching a continuous and unrelenting assault.
The middle-aged man is agile and his moves are elegant and mysterious. He skillfully dodges Lin Fung's attacks with apparent ease. His punches are full of clever variations, each strike filled with artistry, like a magnificent dance. He seems to be in harmony with nature, his punches flowing effortlessly and naturally.
Lin Fung feels an unprecedented pressure, his sweat soaking through his clothes, but his gaze remains unwavering. He unleashes all his strength, constantly adjusting his punches, trying to find a way to break through. However, the middle-aged man seems invincible, effortlessly deflecting his attacks and then counterattacking.
The entire valley was shrouded in the energy of the battle, creating an extremely tense atmosphere. The wind in the valley howled as the fists of the two clashed, seemingly adding to the intensity of the fight. Lin Yuan stared intently at every move of his son and master, while Lin Fung assumed the stance of "Tiger's Roar Breaking Through the Sky." Seeing this, the middle-aged man burst into laughter and also took the same stance, rapidly gathering energy. It was an unprecedented showdown, with two powerful energies colliding and causing the entire forest to tremble.
The two powerful energies collided in the air, producing a deafening roar. Lin Fung and the master both radiated dazzling light, their punches fierce and spectacular as they clashed with each other.
Lin Yuan witnessed this scene and was suddenly shaken. He suddenly realized that the middle-aged man was none other than the "Mad Valley Fist Demon" he had heard about in East Valley years ago. He looked at the man in astonishment, realizing that the once described as fierce and domineering Fist Demon had become his son's master.
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