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Listening to Ye Mingshang's passionate speech, the crowd erupted in thunderous applause.
"Senior Brother, can you show us your skills?" After the applause, a New Member asked.
"Yes, Senior Brother, we have never seen your abilities. Let us take a look."
Facing the crowd's suggestion, Ye Mingshang understood clearly that some were genuinely curious about his skills, while others simply wanted to verify his capabilities and see if he truly deserved the title of Senior Brother.
Although Ye Mingshang did not care much about being the Senior Brother, since he had agreed to take on the role, he naturally wanted to do it well.
Choosing to meet everyone's expectations, he waved his hand and said, "Since everyone is so enthusiastic, I will show you a couple of moves."
Then, the crowd parted to make space for Ye Mingshang to stand in the center.
Ye Mingshang looked around at everyone and said loudly, "Now, bring your best state and come at me."
"What?"
"What?!"
"What does that mean?"
The crowd was momentarily stunned. Most of them thought that Ye Mingshang's idea of showing his skills meant performing a couple of forms or breaking a brick. Even if it involved sparring, they expected it to be a teaching demonstration. They never anticipated that he would want to engage in actual combat against all of them.
"Senior Brother, are you sure you didn't misspeak? You want us to attack together?" a New Member asked, peering in confusion.
Ye Mingshang nodded. "New Senior Members can join too. You all can attack me anytime; it's fine to come together. Use all your combat skills to defeat me."
Upon hearing this, everyone was astonished, exchanging glances filled with disbelief and shock.
One person against all of them? Including the new Senior Members? Was there a mistake?
They were all martial artists with good physical fitness; even the newcomers were the type who excelled in one-on-one fights among their peers, not to mention the Senior Members who could take on three opponents at once. Together, they numbered around thirty or forty, with a combined combat strength at least double that of an average person. In other words, this so-called Senior Brother actually wanted to challenge a hundred people?
At this moment, not only the New Members but even the Senior Members, including Hou Xiaohou, felt that he was being a bit overconfident.
Seeing that they were hesitant, Ye Mingshang understood their thoughts and smiled. "You don't believe me? How about this: you send out five people, or even just one or two, to fight me first."
With these words, everyone finally relaxed a bit, though no one believed he genuinely thought this way; it seemed more like he was looking for an excuse for his bravado.
"I'll go," said a well-built New Member stepping forward.
"And me," said another member who was over six feet tall and also quite strong.
Ye Mingshang looked around. "Only two people? Is no one else coming?" After confirming that no one else wanted to step up, he sighed and said, "Alright then, let's have our match."
"Now, attack me," Ye Mingshang said slowly as he looked at the two.
The two exchanged glances, and the tall Member said, "I apologize for this." He then took a big step forward, making a starting gesture, and threw a punch towards Ye Mingshang's face.
This punch was quite impressive, fast and urgent, making it difficult for even the Senior Member to evade.
However, Ye Mingshang showed no intention of dodging. He casually waved his arm, and with a clever strike at the joint of his thumb, he hit the burly Member's pressure point. The Member felt a numbness in his wrist that quickly spread through half of his body. He cried out in pain and tilted to one side, collapsing.
One move to subdue the opponent, simple and effortless.
Everyone looked at him in astonishment, and the strong young man across from him lost some of his disdain as he seriously recalled the techniques taught by his senior brother. His footwork was light and nimble, resembling a dragonfly touching water. The greatest advantage of this style was its agility, but its biggest drawback was an unstable center of gravity; if not practiced well, it could easily be exploited.
The young man performed well and quickly adjusted his stance, lunging forward to kick at his opponent's head.
Ye Mingshang did not dodge; instead, he lightly tapped down with one foot, gently striking the young man's calf on the standing leg.
"Ouch!" The young man cried out in pain as his balance faltered, landing on the ground while rubbing his sore calf.
Another move to subdue the opponent; both had only used two moves. The entire process was calm and unhurried, without even shifting their feet, truly shocking everyone present.
After scanning the crowd and seeing their astonished expressions, Ye Mingshang said loudly, "Now you can attack me at any time. Go all out; you can come at me together."
His strength was now evident to all. A few exchanged glances before stepping forward, cupping their fists in respect. "Senior Brother, please guide us!"
Ye Mingshang nodded. "Come on."
The five surrounded Ye Mingshang, positioning themselves in five different directions to limit his movement. Following their usual practice routine, they circled around Ye Mingshang twice while walking and crossing their arms to perform various defensive maneuvers.
Ye Mingshang nodded, surprisingly aware of how to use tactics against the enemy; their aptitude was indeed impressive.
"Ha!" Suddenly, a shout came from behind. The person lunged forward, one hand reaching for his neck while a foot aimed at his knee, a move that could incapacitate him if successful.
Without looking back, Ye Mingshang executed a backward kick, knocking the opponent down. Meanwhile, the person who had been in front of him seized the opportunity and charged forward, throwing an elbow strike at his neck.
Ye Mingshang returned the gesture with an elbow strike of his own, landing a hit on the opponent's chest, sending another person to the ground.
Next, two individuals attacked him simultaneously, targeting his right cheek and left rib. Noticing their coordination, Ye Mingshang squatted down, extending both arms straight out. With two powerful punches, both attackers fell.
Now only one person remained. This individual coordinated with the others to launch a frontal assault on his chest. Their teamwork was commendable; under normal circumstances, anyone else would have been subdued by such an attack. However, he was clearly not an ordinary person. Without moving his feet, he tilted his body at an incredible forty-five degrees and struck simultaneously at the opponent's chest and lower abdomen.
By this point, all five had been defeated in less than half a minute, without even moving from his spot.
The crowd was astonished. If taking down two people showcased his exceptional skills, then defeating five—especially with each being taken out in one move while allowing them time to coordinate—was truly remarkable.
Many Senior Members watched in awe and introspection, questioning how long they would last in that position and what their chances of winning would be.
Hou Xiaohou's eyes sparkled as he realized that Ye Mingshang's strength had surpassed that of the past, filling him with joy.
"It seems that the glory of the Martial Arts Club can continue," he thought. (To be continued.)
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