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Xunuo observed that the strength of both sides in this match was closely matched. Ultimately, the outcome would depend on who had a deeper foundation and who could maintain their composure until the end, executing their Fist Technique without losing control. In this regard, Xunuo favored Jiang Tiesuo.
Although Jiang Tiesuo's boxing style was somewhat straightforward, he was steady and reliable. After being slightly on the defensive, he managed to turn the tide with a series of counterattacks.
The group standing across from them appeared unfazed, showing little concern for the match. Their expressions were calm, as if they were completely confident in their victory.
Xunuo noticed that not only did the opponents seem indifferent to the duel between the two fighters, but they also showed no interest in his own team. Only the White-Clad Beautiful Youth occasionally cast a disdainful glance in their direction.
Seeing this, Xunuo suppressed his desire to speak and focused on the match. The calm demeanor of the opposing team suggested either complete confidence in their abilities or that their minds were elsewhere. Xunuo hoped it was the former.
If they lost the first match, it would be pointless for Chaykov to compete in the second round, sparing his team from having to participate at all. In that case, losing Qingyang Boxing Hall wouldn't significantly affect them.
This time, Jiang Tiesuo led the team and set the terms for the match. Even before his team had a chance to fight, Jiang and Chaykov had already put Qingyang Boxing Hall at risk. Regardless of how things turned out, they wouldn’t be blamed for it. As for who would be called upon later to reclaim Qingyang Boxing Hall and restore their honor, that was beyond Xunuo's concern.
While he pondered these thoughts, a sudden change occurred in the arena.
The Black-Clad Youth, frustrated by his inability to gain an advantage over Jiang Tiesuo, resorted to a reckless strategy that could lead to mutual destruction. The Eight Extremes Fist was fundamentally a stable and methodical Fist Technique, and since Jiang Tiesuo was also a cautious fighter, this reckless approach put the Black-Clad Youth at a disadvantage.
Jiang Tiesuo successfully defended against several attacks and then unleashed a powerful strike known as "Three Yangs Opening Up." With three consecutive punches targeting the Black-Clad Youth's defenses, he created an opening. Following up with an elbow strike aimed at close range, Jiang Tiesuo caught the Black-Clad Youth off guard as he tried to evade and landed a blow to his left chest, sending him crashing to the ground. It took several attempts for him to rise again, stumbling back behind the White-Clad Beautiful Youth.
The Yellow-Robed Scholar remarked nonchalantly, "This young man in white is quite formidable; we have lost this round. If you win another round, we will have no choice but to concede. I wonder who you will send next."
Xunuo considered the opposing team: if another Black-Clad fighter performed like the previous one, he felt confident about winning. However, he sensed an underlying danger from the White-Clad Beautiful Youth. Despite his seemingly arrogant demeanor, Xunuo was reluctant to face him directly. In hindsight, it might have been better for him to have fought in the first round himself. It seemed clear that their opponents had anticipated this scenario and calculated that their strongest fighter wouldn’t be sent out first. It appeared they intended for Xunuo's team to send someone out first before countering with their own choice for the next duel.
Xunuo glanced back at Chaykov, who sighed inwardly and stepped forward. "I am not talented, but I have come to learn from your esteemed skills."
Chaykov was naturally a proud individual. After being defeated by Xunuo and witnessing the duel between Jiang Tiesuo and the black-clad man, he felt acutely aware of his own inadequacies. He dared not challenge anyone, knowing that he would only embarrass himself. However, the look in Xunuo's eyes made it clear that he expected Chaykov to step up. Though tears welled up in his heart, he understood that it was either him or Xunuo who would take the stage. The other Manager Disciples were not necessarily stronger than Nangong Changjian, and there was no one else capable of stepping forward.
Meanwhile, another Black-Clad Youth emerged with a grim expression. Pointing a finger at Chaykov, he declared, "You will not be disappointed."
Chaykov realized that victory was beyond his reach and thus set aside any thoughts of winning. He opened his arms and threw a punch.
The black-clad man scoffed coldly and said, "Tongbi Fist? Good, today I will show you what true Tongbi Fist looks like."
With that, Finished Speaking stretched out his arms and engaged Chaykov in combat using Tongbi Fist. A true expert could tell the difference immediately upon contact, and the two quickly established their superiority over one another.
The Tongbi Fist wielded by the black-clad man displayed tremendous power through his punches and kicks. Xunuo mused that even if he were to compete with him in Tongbi Fist, he could not guarantee victory. He knew it was only a matter of time before Chaykov would be defeated.
Originally, Xunuo had no expectations for Chaykov to win; he merely wanted to gauge the opponent's capabilities through this match. However, seeing the opponent employ Tongbi Fist left Xunuo feeling incredibly frustrated.
In fact, Chaykov was even more frustrated than Xunuo; it had escalated beyond mere annoyance to a sense of deep humiliation. He had trained in Tongbi Fist himself, which was supposed to be his forte. In just a few days, he had been bested by Tongbi Fist twice.
This time was worse; the black-clad man held nothing back, striking like lightning with unpredictable moves. From the moment they clashed, Chaykov found himself gasping for breath under relentless pressure, forced into a defensive retreat. After more than ten exchanges, the Black-Clad Youth knocked him to the ground with a swift kick known as Returning Wind Leg. The black-clad man did not stop there; he leaped into the air like an eagle swooping down on its prey towards Chaykov.
Before the gasps of shock could reach their ears, Xunuo leaped into action. With one kick, he sent the airborne black-clad man tumbling to the side of the arena.
The black-clad man never expected someone would intervene mid-fight. The kick landed solidly; he flipped back up but then knelt on the ground again as if severely injured.
Xunuo gestured for Chaykov to step back before saying, "We have lost this match; however, this fellow lacks martial ethics and is quick to endanger lives. I shall teach him a lesson on behalf of his master. Surely you all are reasonable people who will not hold this against me."
The Yellow Robed Scholar was about to speak when the White-Clad Beautiful Youth stepped forward, anger flashing in his eyes. "Why should we not take this seriously? When beating a dog, one must look at its owner. We, as people of the martial world, engage in contests of skill according to our own destinies. Yet you sneakily attacked and broke the rules. And now you dare to invoke the concept of martial virtue? Are those who violate the rules of the martial world truly the ones with high moral standards?"
Xunuo, in a moment of desperation and eagerness to save someone, realized that such behavior was considered lowly among martial artists. However, these matters often led to endless arguments with each side presenting their own reasoning, making it impossible to clarify the situation. So he took a deep breath and replied calmly, "A contest is indeed a contest, but this Qingyang City is the seat of the Prefectural Office. If someone were to lose their life and attract the attention of the authorities, it would disrupt the order of the martial world. My actions may have been reckless, but they were all for the sake of this brother here."
Upon hearing this, the White-Clad Beautiful Youth was momentarily speechless with rage.
At that moment, the Yellow Robed Scholar interjected, "Since this young man has stepped forward, it seems that you will be competing in the third match."
The White-Clad Beautiful Youth chuckled darkly. "Very well. You enjoy showing off so much; if it were anyone else, I wouldn't agree. But I want to see what skills you possess that allow you to be so arrogant."
At this point, Xunuo had no choice but to compete; whether he wanted to or not, he was already in too deep. Moreover, this match could not be lost. The first two matches had ended in a draw, which meant that the outcome of this match would determine everything.
If he lost this match, it would mean total defeat. He would be left with a handle for others to grasp onto, and old grievances might resurface at the hands of those who wished him ill. Although Tian Feiyu could shield him from some issues, his prominence within his sect had already attracted envy. If an opportunity arose for someone to strike while he was down, there would surely be those eager to take action.
Xunuo steadied his emotions and forced a smile. "Since you are willing to offer guidance, I would be remiss not to accept your challenge. What harm could there be in competing again?"
The White-Clad Beautiful Youth laughed heartily. "Refreshing! I do like your character."
Finished speaking, he gestured backward, and the Crimson Robed Elder retrieved a sword from his robe and handed it to the White-Clad Beautiful Youth.
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