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Bagua Zhang was unleashed, focusing on internal injuries. This young man appeared to have few external wounds, but lifting his shirt would reveal heavy bruising on his lower abdomen. Without a year and a half of recovery, he wouldn't be able to fight again. Even though he seemed calm on the surface, he was still bothered by the other person's comment about his height. Hou Xiaohou's anger truly left the opponent at a disadvantage.
Clean! Swift!
Face, a taller opponent, was easily and beautifully taken down by Hou Xiaohou, who left no room for counterattacks; the opponent was completely passive and took the beating. It should be noted that this young man was an elite member of the Judo team, yet he was utterly defeated.
In ancient battles, those on horseback wielding long weapons clearly had an advantage over infantry armed with short knives. However, this only applied when both sides were of similar strength; if there was a significant difference in skill level, even a long spear would not save you from being easily defeated by an unarmed opponent.
Hou Xiaohou waved his sleeve, one hand resting on his lower abdomen while the other was behind his back, striking a pose reminiscent of ancient scholars. His not-so-tall figure appeared so proud, as if standing at the forefront of all disasters.
He scanned the crowd lightly, exuding an air of superiority. "Next, continue."
After some glances exchanged among them, a stocky man of similar height to Hou Xiaohou stepped forward and cupped his fist in greeting. “Karate Li Nan, please enlighten me!”
Although the other party was quite polite, Hou Xiaohou was a true Nanjing native. His grandparents and great-grandparents all perished during the Nanjing Massacre. Raised with strong anti-Japanese sentiments instilled by his parents, he harbored deep-seated hatred towards Japan. His anti-Japanese feelings had become irrational; whether it was technology or martial arts, anything related to Japan filled him with hostility.
Hou Xiaohou snorted coldly. “Stop wasting words! Instead of practicing proper Martial Arts, you learn from those little Japanese brats. Traitor! Bah!”
His words caused the stocky youth's expression to darken, but fortunately, he maintained his composure and replied in a low voice, “Then let me experience your Martial Arts.”
“Ha!”
Karate is an aggressive martial art. The stocky youth shouted loudly to boost his morale. He quickly approached Hou Xiaohou using standard Karate footwork and threw a powerful Straight Punch aimed at his face—precise and fierce!
His skills were impressive; he was clearly a Black Belt. Even as a first-degree black belt, he was not to be underestimated and ranked third in their Martial Arts Club, just behind the president and Vice President. Everyone had high hopes for such a formidable fighter.
However...
“Bang!”
“Ah!”
A figure flew backward and crashed into the crowd, knocking several people down with him.
Hou Xiaohou maintained his attacking stance; he stood sideways with bent legs for stability, extending his left fist forward while raising his right fist high. This posture looked peculiar, but the force he unleashed was undeniably substantial.
Looking at Hou Xiaohou's physique, it's clear that he is not strong, and he doesn't even look like someone who practices martial arts. Yet, he managed to punch an adult weighing over a hundred pounds several meters away, which clearly indicates that technique played a significant role.
The short young man was already half-lying on the ground in front of the crowd, while someone was checking his injuries.
One move! No, just one punch. He defeated a first-degree Karate Black Belt with a single blow, knocking him out cold.
All of this can be attributed to Hou Xiaohou's rich combat experience and fighting skills, but even more so to the deep-seated hatred within him. When hatred reaches a certain level, the power it unleashes is truly formidable. If his opponent had been Chinese, he might have dared to kill him right there in front of so many people, but since it was a Japanese soldier, he held back.
"Gulugulu!"
Such ferocity and volatility made Hou Xiaohou appear like a fierce beast in their eyes, causing members of both Karate and Judo, including their president, to gulp nervously.
"Next." Withdrawing his stance and standing upright, Hou Xiaohou spoke lightly.
Initially, the other side intended to send out another Karate or Judo fighter. However, seeing how filled with hatred Hou Xiaohou was, no one dared to step up. The president's level wasn't quite ready for this yet; they needed to wait a bit longer. After some discussion, they ultimately decided to let Taekwondo take the first turn.
After some arrangements, a young man from Taekwondo stepped forward. He was Korean and named Jin Hai, a second-degree Black Belt in Taekwondo. Although he didn't hold an official position like the vice president, his skills were even more impressive.
There was no unnecessary chatter between both sides. Jin Hai assumed his stance and took a few light jumps forward, clearly preparing to kick.
Hou Xiaohou remained calm and slightly bent forward, ready to attack Jin Hai's lower abdomen.
However...
"Swish!"
"Bang!"
That kick was merely a feint; Jin Hai lifted one leg and then lightly leaped into the air, bringing down his other leg heavily onto Hou Xiaohou's back with a dull thud that indicated significant force.
Caught off guard by the sudden blow, Hou Xiaohou was pushed forward uncontrollably. However, his quick reflexes allowed him to brace himself with both hands before hitting the ground.
"Bang!"
Another kick landed—this time on the floor. As Hou Xiaohou supported himself with his hands, he forcefully flipped himself around just in time to evade the attack.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!"
The sound of wind mixed with the rustling of fabric filled the air as Jin Hai lifted one foot high, as if it were equipped with springs, executing kick after kick without any wobble in his body.
Hou Xiaohou found it difficult to evade, occasionally taking a hit. Even though he used his arms to block and tried to minimize the damage, the continuous blows left his arms numb, nearly devoid of sensation.
With each rapid kick, Jin Hai's feet seemed powered by motors and springs, his body steady with hardly any unnecessary movement.
"Bang!"
After delivering over a dozen kicks, Jin Hai leaped high into the air, switching to his other foot and forcefully kicking towards his opponent's chest.
Hou Xiaohou crossed his arms, doing his best to defend himself, but even he knew it would be hard to withstand the blow.
Taking the kick head-on, Hou Xiaohou's body was almost lifted off the ground, flying backward for more than two meters.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
His feet landed heavily on the floor as he finally steadied himself, but his arms had lost all feeling and trembled uncontrollably. His legs were also shaking and spasming.
Jin Hai raised one leg high, bending his body sideways, forming a perfect split with his legs that looked quite impressive.
The battle continued, and the tide had clearly turned. (To be continued.)
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