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The fist was already above Lin's hands, and Xing Shifang had yet to see Lin make a move. He suddenly panicked; he had never encountered such a situation in battle before!
Should he channel his energy into the fist for an attack, or should he switch to a whip kick as per the usual routine?
Thoughts raced through his mind, and in a split second, Xing Shifang made a decision. He quickly retracted his fist and transferred all his Qi to his back leg instead!
Not a whip kick, but a spinning kick!
A sense of crisis washed over Xing Shifang as he felt the impending danger from Lin's calm stance!
He had to abandon his previous thoughts and swiftly transform into a more powerful spinning kick! He sensed that feints would not work against Lin; he could only go all out!
The spinning kick was executed beautifully, with energy channeled into his back leg. It erupted suddenly, completing the spinning motion before quickly transitioning to the attacking leg!
In one breath, all movements were completed: feint, transition, spin! The motion was as quick as lightning!
The spinning kick generated a whooshing sound as the energy inflated Xing Shifang's baggy work pants. The Inner Qi within him surged into his leg like a flood!
The energy-filled spinning kick reached Lin's defensive range in the blink of an eye. Lin Yi, who had been tightly focused on Xing Shifang, finally showed some reaction!
A flash of brilliance!
Lin moved. His hands drew a circle as Inner Strength rapidly surged into them. With the circular motion, Inner Qi transformed into energy, swirling between his hands.
A vortex of energy emerged in Lin's hands, continuously rotating.
His movements appeared slow but were faster than Xing Shifang. He turned and ensnared Xing Shifang's leg with the vortex between his hands, causing the energy within to surge wildly!
His hands continued to draw circles, drawing together the two colliding forces of energy and sending them flying sideways.
At this moment, Xing Shifang was completely flustered, losing all sense of control. He felt an immense pulling force wrapping around his leg, so strong that he couldn't escape at all.
Immediately, his body was out of control, spinning wildly before being flung away.
Lin, like a spirit snake, swiftly followed the thrown Xing Shifang, moving faster than Xing Shifang himself.
A dark shadow darted past Xing Shifang, and he felt a tremendous force gripping his throat. Instinctively, he wanted to retaliate, but Lin's voice rang in his ears.
"Shifang, you lost."
The cold voice snapped Xing Shifang back to reality. Suppressing the flames of battle in his eyes, he looked up to see Lin's claw-like hand locked around his throat.
Instant kill! Xing Shifang, who considered himself one of the best of this generation, had been taken down by Lin in an instant!
After the anger came a faint sense of disappointment. Ashamed, Xing Shifang clenched his fists and lowered his head in silence.
Lin sensed Xing Shifang's emotions and smiled lightly. He patted his shoulder and extended his hand in front of him, saying, "Get up. What are you doing lying on the ground?"
Looking at the hand extended towards him, warmth surged in Xing Shifang's heart, and his frustration dissipated.
"Don't be discouraged. I was just taking advantage of the situation. The Tai Chi Skill I used is inherently about counterattacking; you lost because you weren't familiar with it."
As Xing Shifang stood up, he pouted and said proudly, "Brother, losing is losing; I admit I'm not as skilled. But next time, I won't lose to you again!"
"Alright! Let's do it again. Do you think you'll lose again?"
Pulling up Xing Shifang, Lin Ye became excited. The earlier atmosphere of defeat vanished as they playfully argued about having another match.
"Enough, you two. Stop arguing. There's no point in fighting again; I have a rough idea of your backgrounds!"
Bai Quexin stepped forward to stop the two from bickering. He extinguished his cigarette butt and looked at Lin with interest.
Bai Quexin's gaze was somewhat strange, making Lin Xin feel uneasy. He thought to himself: Could this bearded man have discovered my secret?
However, Bai Quexin didn't dwell on him for long. Instead, he turned to Xing Shifang, patted his shoulder, and spoke encouragingly.
"I have a good understanding of your background, Xing Shifang. From now on, focus more on your self-training. I will create a physical training plan for you. I won't interfere too much with the rest. If you encounter any difficulties, feel free to ask me anytime."
Only after that did Bai Quexin look at Lin, raising an eyebrow and saying, "You are quite hard to read. It's been a while since we last met, and your strength has improved tremendously!"
Hearing this, Lin let out a quiet sigh of relief; he knew the bearded man was merely speculating about his secret.
"There's nothing much to it. Just some martial arts passed down in my family that I've been practicing casually," he said nonchalantly.
"Casually practicing, huh?"
Bai Quexin grinned widely, implying that Lin was being a bit arrogant. Little did Lin know that his feigned nonchalance would lead to trouble.
Without further ado, Bai Quexin grabbed Lin by the collar and brought him to the center of the arena. He casually tossed Lin Yi aside and said, "Alright, show me just how casual you can be!"
As he spoke, Bai Quexin had already extended one hand forward, assuming a ready stance.
"Hey? Teacher Bai!"
This caught Lin off guard; he inwardly groaned, realizing that Bai Quexin was once again looking to "discipline" him. The memory of their last encounter was still fresh in his mind—Lin Ke had lost terribly!
"Go ahead! I'll let you make the first move; what are you waiting for?"
Bai Quexin chuckled and waved at Lin.
Lin Jin realized he could no longer escape, and Bai Quexin had seen through his ploy to delay. This was a test of his offensive capabilities.
Knowing he couldn't avoid it, Lin Ye took a deep breath and focused all his attention, once again assuming the stance of Tai Chi.
This time, Lin did not wait; he launched his attack swiftly!
The offensive of Tai Chi was not as slow as its defensive posture. He moved with the speed of a darting rabbit, and in the blink of an eye, he had entered Bai Quexin's attack range.
Bai Quexin narrowed his eyes and extended one hand forward, with only the empty sleeve billowing in the strong wind created by Lin's approach.
Lin's hands reached out, and the fierce wind from his punches was quite intimidating!
His fists were already close to Bai Quexin's face, and at that moment, Bai Quexin's hair was lifted by the force of Lin's punches. He was not Lin; he couldn't wait any longer!
Bai Quexin's shoulder trembled, and his right arm shot forward like a dragon emerging from the sea, moving faster than Lin's fists to strike directly at Lin's chest!
It seemed that victory or defeat would be decided in this instant. Both were launching fierce attacks, neither willing to back down!
Nearby, Xing Shifang held his breath nervously, muttering, "It's over; my brother is definitely going to be defeated by Teacher Bai this time!"
Anyone could see that challenging someone at level twenty with brute force against someone at level forty was a suicidal act.
Just when everyone thought the outcome would be decided in this round of attacks, Lin suddenly smiled strangely, his eyes glinting with cunning.
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