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Oh my God!
Just as I climbed up the stairs to the third floor and was about to reach Xu Feng's room, I witnessed an intense battle between two people.
It was enough to make Yuan Ziyi, who is usually quite calm, unable to suppress her astonishment. This was a scene that could only be seen in various martial arts movies.
Now that it was happening right in front of her eyes, even the most composed Yuan Ziyi couldn't help but exclaim loudly.
"Sister, you need to go help out!"
At that moment, Yuan Ziyi suddenly shouted down. It turned out that as soon as she heard from the reporters through Zhang Sheng that there was an extra person in Xu Feng's room, she had already anticipated that Shen Qingyi would definitely take action herself, given her usual personality.
After all, both she and Shen Qingyi belonged to the same sect and had lived in Purple Robe Pavilion for over twenty years, so Yuan Ziyi knew Shen Qingyi's character very well.
Even Shen Qingyi's son-in-law, Xu Feng, was someone Yuan Ziyi had a slight understanding of. After all, she believed it was essential to observe people closely.
Knowing their personalities, Yuan Ziyi naturally thought that Xu Feng wouldn't be so honest; he must have gained quite a bit from their collaboration. With Shen Qingyi's greedy nature, it was certain she would personally come looking for him, wanting to take the money while also dealing with him.
Of course, her understanding of Shen Qingyi went far beyond that. After confirming the strong possibility that Shen Qingyi would take matters into her own hands, Yuan Ziyi also understood that Shen Qingyi's Kung Fu had reached an extraordinarily impressive level.
Although she had personally witnessed Wei Yuan's skills, in her opinion, even if Wei Yuan had been practicing martial arts since birth, he still couldn't compare to Shen Qingyi in terms of training duration.
In other words, regarding whether Wei Yuan could handle Shen Qingyi, overall, before the battle began, Yuan Ziyi's heart leaned towards Shen Qingyi.
However, it wasn't that she didn't want Wei Yuan to be the victorious one; she just felt that after decades of martial arts training combined with various unique secret techniques from Purple Robe Pavilion, Shen Qingyi was indeed very formidable. Therefore, without knowing the origins of Wei Yuan's martial arts skills, Yuan Ziyi found it difficult to make a judgment.
Thus, worried about Wei Yuan's situation, Yuan Ziyi climbed up from downstairs without caring for her own safety. Yet she was still a meticulous woman who would never let her emotions completely dictate her thoughts at any time.
So she understood that at this moment, with her limited skills, dealing with an ordinary person like Xu Feng, who had not formally trained in Kung Fu, was not a problem. However, the idea of truly helping Wei Yuan confront Shen Qingyi was somewhat laughable.
She even felt that if she intervened, she would only become a burden and hindrance to Wei Yuan. In such circumstances, despite her impulsiveness, her heart could not settle down.
She was constantly worried about Wei Yuan, feeling as if he were her own family. Yet no matter how intense her emotions were, they could not dictate her actions. After all, Yuan Ziyi represented the interests of thousands of disciples from the Purple Robe Pavilion, so she had to ensure that she remained calm before taking any action.
As she went upstairs, she hurriedly had someone call Han Ling because she was concerned that her half-sister might be in danger after leaving home, especially with Wei Yuan staying there.
With a man and a woman sharing a house, Yuan Ziyi naturally worried whether Wei Yuan would act inappropriately. After all, aside from the unpleasant burn scar resembling a bitter melon, Han Ling was still quite alluring, both in her looks and figure.
Of course, after Yang Ying moved in, Yuan Ziyi had people monitoring them day and night. Therefore, notifying Yang Ying at this time was quite easy.
The person on that side only needed to walk for a minute, which included going downstairs and then back up. Under Yuan Ziyi's orders, they naturally did not dare to slack off and rushed towards Yang Ying and Han Ling's room.
After handing the phone to Yang Ying and quickly receiving Yuan Ziyi's detailed account over the call, Yang Ying had already considered herself as Wei Yuan's woman given their increasingly close relationship.
So when she heard that Wei Yuan was dealing with Shen Qingyi, Yang Ying understood the seriousness of the situation. She immediately got into the car with that person and rushed over here.
In fact, this happened just after Wei Yuan went upstairs. Wei Yuan had eavesdropped for more than ten minutes, which was enough time for Yang Ying to arrive.
Before Yang Ying arrived, Yuan Ziyi could no longer wait for her and decided to observe the situation first. Unexpectedly, her light footsteps disturbed Shen Qingyi in the room.
Seeing that Wei Yuan and Shen Qingyi were already fighting upstairs, Yuan Ziyi quickly urged Yang Ying, who had just run up from downstairs. After all, among the disciples of the Purple Robe Pavilion, Yang Ying's Kung Fu was actually the strongest.
This was because she was a direct disciple of the previous Purple Robe Marquis. The unique martial arts techniques taught to her were far superior to those that Shen Qingyi had researched from the Purple Robe Pavilion's collection. At least those techniques contained years of firsthand experience from the elder, saving her from many unnecessary detours.
Although it is uncertain who among Yang Ying, Shen Qingyi, and Wei Yuan has stronger Kung Fu, Yuan Ziyi at least knows that in terms of pure skill, she is at least ten levels below these three.
Yang Ying's speed is impressive, but it cannot compare to Wei Yuan's extraordinary abilities. By the time she reaches the room on the fourth floor, a fierce battle has already erupted below, forcing Yuan Ziyi, who is crouched at the top of the stairs on the fourth floor, to cover her head and watch the showdown.
"Are they really experts?"
Wei Yuan can't help but sigh inwardly as he sees the door he kicked being sent flying by Shen Qingyi's powerful kick, causing all the fixed components to detach completely.
Faced with this situation, Wei Yuan naturally does not dare to underestimate it. He channels all his strength into his hands and pushes against the flying door. The two forces cancel each other out, allowing Wei Yuan to regain control over the door.
Then, Wei Yuan shifts all his strength to his legs, flips the door with one hand, and almost makes it hover in mid-air. With a swift turn of his body and legs thrusting forward with all his might, he launches himself.
As his feet make contact with the door, all his power is infused into it. At this moment, the door naturally flies toward Shen Qingyi.
Throughout this process, Wei Yuan uses his judgment to keep the door level as he kicks it in. However, since the door was originally fully fitted into its frame—after all, no household door has gaps when closed—the door flies smoothly inside but still crashes violently against the surrounding walls as it passes through.
The force with which the door flies can be seen from the exaggerated gashes it leaves in the walls. Several dramatic cuts appear on the wall, and pieces of the milky-white surface begin to peel away.
In light of this scene, Shen Qingyi does not dare to be blindly confident; she intercepts the force of the door mid-air with a kick.
Seeing this, Wei Yuan feels a surge of frustration. Seizing this opportunity, he quickly sprints into the room, steps onto a nearby bed for leverage, and propels himself forward using its springs.
Wei Yuan presses against the Flower Board and slowly ascends to the top of the door that Shen Qingyi is holding up with her feet. The entire process takes less than ten seconds; however, both their speeds are incredibly swift, making their actions appear flawlessly executed in such a short time.
Taking advantage of the moment, Wei Yuan stepped forward, causing the force originally applied by his feet against the door to spread completely to both sides in mid-air.
Due to the different points of force application, in this situation, with Wei Yuan above and Shen Qingyi below, and with a door pressing in between them, it was clear who had the advantage.
After Wei Yuan stepped on the top of the door, the change in the point of inertia allowed for a basic understanding: Wei Yuan exerting force from above would definitely have an advantage over Shen Qingyi.
Thus, with Wei Yuan stepping down, the entire door moved in one direction. With his hands pressing against the Flower Board and his feet taking a step, the force beneath him spread outwards, making it difficult for Shen Qingyi below to resist.
Both shouted simultaneously, indicating that at that moment, they were using all their strength against the wooden door.
To exert more force, Shen Qingyi first lowered himself to the ground, pressing his body tightly against the floor. It was as if he was performing a folk technique known as "Ding Dun," channeling all his strength upwards.
However, no matter what, in this situation, Wei Yuan maintained the upper hand. Soon, with his hands on the Flower Board, he infused all his strength into his legs and jumped up.
Then he landed quickly. This method increased his power even further, making it unbearable for Shen Qingyi; instead, it was the wooden door that could no longer withstand such pressure from both sides.
Suddenly there was a loud crash; the wooden door could not endure the combined force from both of them and developed a massive crack in the middle.
"Damn it!" Wei Yuan cursed loudly and jumped again. This time when he landed, the pressure on the wooden door had reached its limit.
?Crack crack crack crack???
It sounded as if a person's bones were breaking all over their body.
?Bang? Boom?
Then, the entire door completely shattered, but as the two exerted their strength, the points of force were opposite to each other, causing the pieces to fly out even faster. One piece fell to the ground, while another lodged itself into the wall.
With the barrier of the door gone, Wei Yuan's legs immediately fell under Shen Qingyi. At this moment, Wei Yuan had no intention of kicking his legs anymore.
In the instant that the door completely shattered and flew out, Wei Yuan leaped up again, his body soaring like an eagle in flight. His legs straightened and then bent in mid-air, one foot curling into a kneeling position as he aimed it down towards Shen Qingyi's head with great force.
Shen Qingyi had long been aware of Wei Yuan's landing position. Naturally, when Wei Yuan kicked that door, Shen Qingyi had already sensed that this was someone whose skills were comparable to his own, so he did not let his guard down.
Realizing this, Shen Qingyi quickly rolled on the ground, flipping his entire body three hundred sixty degrees. His legs bent inward as he utilized this posture to channel all his strength into his legs.
After landing, Wei Yuan saw Shen Qingyi swiftly change his stance. Instantly, the kneeling kick straightened out as he chose the nearby bed to land on. Due to the height of the mattress, Wei Yuan had already launched himself off the bed's springs without touching Shen Qingyi.
This time, he came down with both feet aimed directly at Shen Qingyi with tremendous force, not giving him any time to adjust his stance again. Shen Qingyi immediately used his legs—charged with power—as if they were a bowstring pulled back and released them in a side kick filled with strength.
Different methods were employed, but both infused their strongest power into their legs. Under such contact, both of their legs endured a strong counterforce. Wei Yuan felt his feet collide violently with Shen Qingyi's legs.
This collision first brought a sensation of pain to Wei Yuan; however, looking at Shen Qingyi's expression, he could tell that he felt something similar.
The two were evenly matched in strength and could not gain an advantage over each other. After a brief stalemate in this manner, both sides realized they could not benefit from it. Thus, Wei Yuan used the strength in his legs to flip over and regain his footing.
"Good child, it's been a long time since I've encountered such a master."
Shen Qingyi laughed heartily on the ground, unable to help but praise.
In Wei Yuan's heart, he was also looking forward to such a duel because after his Light Ink-Colored Mist, which is the second form of Restorative Power, appeared, he began to absorb some of the Spiritual Energy contained in certain substances.
When this Spiritual Energy entered his Dantian, it would automatically be stored and then continuously circulate within his body, cleansing all of his organs.
This kind of cleansing was only beneficial for Wei Yuan. After accumulating over time, all of his physical states began to increase significantly. To explain it in terms of an online game, all of his attributes started to surge dramatically.
Coupled with some Kung Fu from the Purple Robe Pavilion taught by Yang Ying and unique training secrets, Wei Yuan's skills had gradually surpassed those of ordinary people. Like Yang Ying, he could easily handle ten or more burly men; for the current Wei Yuan, this was completely not a problem.
Because he had only encountered ordinary people, Wei Yuan had always been full of confidence in his abilities and even looked down on his opponents.
However, upon truly facing someone like Shen Qingyi, who had trained in martial arts for decades, Wei Yuan couldn't help but become cautious because this guy was simply obsessed with martial arts.
In a person's life, it is very difficult to persist in one thing continuously. It may be easy for a month, but to persist for ten or twenty years is not so easy.
Moreover, this kind of ordinary mortal Kung Fu is not like the nonsense about talent or fortuitous encounters found in fantasy tales.
An ordinary person can become a master as long as they have a tenacious character, combined with reasonable and effective training methods and persistence over ten or twenty years.
It's like practicing Iron Sand Palm; this Kung Fu is absolutely reliable. Of course, if one starts by inserting iron sand right away, that person's hand would be ruined immediately.
As long as one progresses gradually, slowly adding iron sand while nourishing with various herbs over ten or twenty years of persistence, it is very possible to kill someone with a single palm strike.
Therefore, similarly, Shen Qingyi placed great importance on the current Wei Yuan, even treating this duel with an unprecedented seriousness. Likewise, after gauging the opponent's skills, Wei Yuan did not dare to show any signs of negligence.
Thus, the two began their contest of fists and feet in Kung Fu. In a narrow encounter, the brave would win. Knowing that the opponent's strength might not be weaker than his own, Wei Yuan charged forward without any fear.
He swung a punch at Shen Qingyi, who quickly reached out and grabbed him, successfully pinning one of Wei Yuan's hands down. However, Wei Yuan's other fist swiftly struck out, catching Shen Qingyi off guard and landing a hit.
Then Shen Qingyi quickly seized his hand and forcefully threw him aside. Despite Wei Yuan standing firm in his stance, he was still thrown out with considerable force.
Realizing he could not withstand it, Wei Yuan relaxed his body. As he was thrown out, he flew toward the wall beside him and swiftly executed a 360-degree maneuver in mid-air.
Just like Shen Qingyi before him, Wei Yuan inverted his head and feet during the 360-degree turn. When his feet made contact with the wall, he pushed off with great force and rebounded back.
This time, Wei Yuan once again demonstrated his ghostly speed. It was akin to a theory in networking; under the cleansing of Spiritual Energy, all of Wei Yuan's attributes surged dramatically.
The most evident change was his speed. For most people, no matter how much they train, it is difficult to significantly increase their speed due to the limitations imposed by their body weight.
Generally speaking, heavier individuals tend to be sluggish. To find someone as agile as Sammo Hung among heavier individuals is exceedingly rare.
Thus, the various limitations of the human body did not apply to Wei Yuan. The cleansing by Spiritual Energy allowed Wei Yuan's speed to feel as if it could disregard his body weight entirely—an exaggeration indeed.
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