Chapter 54 of 100
Chapter 54
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It seemed as if to confirm Ma San's words, at the two hundredth move, Wang Zhong and Choi Jung-tae simultaneously ceased their attacks and stood facing each other.
"Heat-up is over!"
Wang Zhong's face was slightly flushed, a sign of rapid blood circulation. Above his head, three faint green lotuses could be seen, indicating the convergence of essence, energy, and spirit, the three treasures, forming the Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown and the Five Qi Converging at the Origin. In ancient times, those who reached this realm were revered as terrestrial immortals, indicating that Wang Zhong had entered his peak state.
"Good job!"
Choi Jung-tae's face also turned rosy. Although the battle was intense, for a grandmaster, it was merely a brief warm-up.
His aura did not diminish but increased, with the faint image of tides and the rising sun and moon above his head, a manifestation of his concentrated fist intent.
"Rising tides and the sun and moon! Is this your path?"
Wang Zhong looked at Choi Jung-tae and said with a smile.
"I hope you don't disappoint me!"
"Then let's fight! Only one of us will leave alive today!"
Choi Jung-tae clenched his fists, his muscles bulging. His snow-white taekwondo uniform was already torn, revealing his well-built, explosive muscles.
"What a disappointment!"
Wang Zhong looked at Choi Jung-tae's bulging muscles with disdain.
"Then let's fight!"
Wang Zhong exuded an unstoppable aura.
"Let me show you the power of a grandmaster of Chinese martial arts!"
"Then let's fight!"
Choi Jung-tae's body shot forward like an arrow, rushing towards Wang Zhong.
Bang!
Their fists collided again, like two wild bulls charging into each other, the immense impact causing the entire gymnasium to shake.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The two martial arts grandmasters completely abandoned technique, leaving only a contest of strength and endurance!
Each collision sent a violent burst of air, the ground beneath them becoming pitted and uneven, and thick iron pipes bent and deformed under their fists. The steel structure of the gymnasium creaked under the intense struggle.
But no one left due to the danger, for this was a battle of the ages!
No one could tear their eyes away, even for a moment!
"Is this the power of the human body? I feel like two tyrannosaurs are battling!"
Zeng Xinwei looked at the bent iron pipes and the broken ground, speaking with disbelief.
The audience by the TV screens nodded in agreement, the two fighters in the arena resembling prehistoric beasts. Their speed and strength were beyond the imagination of ordinary people!
Wang Zhong and Choi Jung-tae's punches and kicks became faster and more powerful, but the sounds of their collisions grew quieter.
"Great sound is silent!"
Chen Ting'en called out in alarm, signaling for the ordinary audience to quickly leave the scene!
With the help of the members of the Chinese Martial Arts Association, the front-row audience quickly evacuated. Those standing in the front row were all martial arts professionals.
Wang Zhong and Choi Jung-tae had exchanged three thousand punches, and the sound of the three-thousandth collision was surprisingly low, with only a faint "puff" heard!
But the front-row seats were lifted by a powerful force, and the thick bolts were snapped. The flying bolts struck the steel structure, sparking.
Zeng Xinwei and the camera crew had to keep retreating, only able to broadcast from a distance.
"Three thousand punches, how much energy do you have left?"
Wang Zhong looked at Choi Jung-tae with a slight smile.
"You have lost a lot of essence and blood, you will surely die before me!"
Choi Jung-tae looked at Wang Zhong's gaunt face, speaking with confidence.
"Is that so?"
Wang Zhong chuckled, responding with a carefree tone.
It seemed as if they were chatting, but in reality, both were using the rare break to recover their strength.
Puff!
Puff!
Puff!
Each collision produced a low sound, their fist power reaching its peak. Row after row of seats were overturned by the surging force.
Zhen Danni and Liang Dalong could no longer withstand the immense impact and had to leave the scene.
Now, only Gong Yutian, Ma San, Yang Delu, and other peak masters of internal and external strength remained in the front row. The others had to leave early due to the violent energy.
Wang Zhong and Choi Jung-tae began their true life-and-death struggle!
Wang Zhong's essence and blood began to burn, surging energy bursting from his heart and blood vessels. Red blood droplets condensed in his pores, a sign of his peak blood and qi.
Choi Jung-tae's breathing grew longer, his chest and abdomen swelling with each deep breath, making him look like a giant toad from a distance. The white hot breath he exhaled was like a long arrow, lingering in the air.
Puff!
Another clash!
Their training uniforms could no longer withstand the force, fluttering like white butterflies in the air.
Both men were now bare-chested.
Unlike Choi Jung-tae's well-defined muscles, Wang Zhong's muscles were slightly less prominent, but each muscle contained a terrifying amount of energy!
Puff!
Puff!
Puff!
Three more collisions, and the veins on both men's bodies bulged, like dragons trying to break free. Everyone could hear the sound of flowing water, the sound of their blood coursing through their veins.
Puff!
Puff!
Puff!
Their movements slowed, but each collision caused the entire gymnasium to tremble, with bolts and nuts continuously popping out of the steel structure.
The sound of metal clanging was like a symphony.
All the audience in the stadium were urgently evacuated!
Puff!
Another intense collision. Gong Yutian and Jin Jiapan, who had been standing motionless, were pushed back by the immense force.
Chen Ting'en, Yang Delu, and Ma San were even worse off, retreating over ten steps to dissipate the force.
Steam rose from Wang Zhong's head, faintly forming three flowers, with the tortoise and snake roaring!
Above Choi Jung-tae's head were also three flowers, with a vast ocean surging within, and the sun and moon alternating above the sea!
Rising tides and the sun and moon!
Yin and Yang of the tortoise and snake!
The two surging fist intents collided!
Behind Choi Jung-tae, a vast blue ocean appeared, everything appearing insignificant before the surging sea. Countless skyscrapers were swallowed by the sea, and countless mountains were shattered by the waves.
This move gathered all of Choi Jung-tae's essence, energy, and spirit, making it even more ferocious!
Behind Wang Zhong, a massive tortoise appeared, the tortoise residing in the northern sky, composed of the seven stars of the Big Dipper, symbolizing Yin and Yang, the god of water, and the god of fate. All water must obey its command, even the sea!
Wang Zhong had gained enlightenment on Wudang Mountain, giving the tortoise a sense of the weight of mountains and rivers!
The tortoise appeared insignificant before the ten-story-high waves, but it stood firm like a rock, unmoved by the wind and waves.
Although the sea was violent, it could not shake the tortoise.
Puff!
Two massive energies burst forth, and both men were forced to retreat. The concrete beneath their feet cracked, forming patterns like giant spider webs.
Choi Jung-tae looked at the lively Wang Zhong with regret.
"May you rest in peace!"
Wang Zhong looked at Choi Jung-tae with a hint of sorrow.
"Having this battle, I have no regrets!"
Choi Jung-tae looked at Wang Zhong with a calm face, a look of satisfaction.
"How much energy do you have left?"
Choi Jung-tae asked as if he were an old friend.
"I can still fight!"
Wang Zhong, seeing that Choi Jung-tae had no more life force, answered honestly.
"Still can fight!"
Choi Jung-tae looked at Wang Zhong with disbelief.
"We are both grandmasters, why is there such a big difference!"
"Because your taekwondo only has training methods and fighting techniques, but no cultivation methods. Your system is not complete!"
"How is that possible! Taekwondo in the Republic of Korea is not complete..."
"What a pity! If he had not died, he would have gone much further!"
Gong Yutian looked at the calm-faced Choi Jung-tae with regret. His opponent, Jin Jiapan, looked even more pained.
Choi Jung-tae nodded gratefully to Jin Jiapan, cast a last look at Korea, and sat on the ground, slowly losing his life.
Exhausted to death!
The youngest taekwondo grandmaster of Korea, Choi Jung-tae, was drained of his essence and blood by Wang Zhong!
Rulan looked at Wang Zhong happily, secretly wiping away her tears.
In her hand, she tightly held a charm, which she had prayed for Wang Zhong at the most auspicious Wong Tai Sin Temple in Hong Kong!
Suddenly, a light that ordinary people could not see flew out from between Choi Jung-tae's eyebrows, containing the surging sea and the alternating sun and moon!
Martial arts will!
Yes, that light was Choi Jung-tae's martial arts consciousness!
Although Choi Jung-tae died from exhaustion, his martial arts will did not dissipate.
Snap!
The tortoise in Wang Zhong's divine hall extended its head, greedily chewing and swallowing the martial arts consciousness.
Wang Zhong suddenly gained a slight understanding of the surging tides and the alternating sun and moon!
If someone observed closely, they would see that for a moment, the alternating sun and moon appeared in Wang Zhong's eyes.
After each life-and-death battle, martial artists gain new insights into martial arts, likely due to the absorption of the opponent's martial arts consciousness.
Jin Jiapan looked at Wang Zhong with anger. Wang Zhong had not only killed the youngest grandmaster of Korea, his talented disciple Choi Jung-tae, but also the hope of Korean taekwondo's rise!
The already weakened World Taekwondo Federation had been dealt another heavy blow by Wang Zhong!
Wang Zhong stared back without fear. Although both were grandmasters, Jin Jiapan was old and his physical strength had declined. Wang Zhong had no fear of Jin Jiapan!
"I won't let you off!"
Jin Jiapan looked at Wang Zhong and said softly.
"Come on! I'm waiting for you on the ring!"
Wang Zhong taunted, beckoning with his fingers.
"Come, I can still fight!"
"You?"
The audience was completely ignited by Wang Zhong, the atmosphere in the venue becoming uncontrollable, and people watching on TV burst into curses!
Damn! Incredible!
"You!"
Jin Jiapan, provoked by Wang Zhong, his blood and qi rising, a faint image of a mountain rising, representing the dragon vein of Korea, Mount Baekdu (Mount Changbai in China).
"Come on! Even after a major battle, I can still beat you!"
Wang Zhong continued to taunt. His taunting of Jin Jiapan was not blind. On one hand, he had just defeated the grandmaster Choi Jung-tae, his momentum was strong. On the other hand, he had a large reserve of blood and qi in his divine hall, enough to recover.
Moreover, his confrontation with Jin Jiapan gave him a better understanding of the strength of Korean taekwondo!
It ultimately could not compare to the orthodox Chinese martial arts system!
Because they only had fighting and training methods, but no cultivation methods!
Jin Jiapan's face turned red, for many years, he had never been provoked by a junior.
He wished to kill him with his own hands!
But looking at the formidable Wang Zhong, he weighed his chances and realized he had no chance of winning!
Although Wang Zhong had just fought a major battle, his momentum was at its peak, and he carried the momentum of a great victory, which he could not match.
He retreated! Not because he feared death, but because taekwondo could not afford another blow.
As Jin Jiapan left without looking back, the entire stadium erupted in a wave of boos!
To hell with taekwondo!
Many taekwondo students, seeing Jin Jiapan's defeat without a fight, felt deeply disappointed and threw their belts, symbols of honor, to the ground!
Korean taewondo students lowered their heads in shame, as Wang Zhong had killed one grandmaster and humiliated another, making this a particularly dark day for taekwondo!
"Not much!"
Wang Zhong looked at Jin Jiapan's back and shook his finger in disappointment, his face full of disdain!
Jin Jiapan felt a wave of depression in his chest, a taste of saltiness in his mouth, but these were not the most terrifying things for him!
The most terrifying was the shadow left in his heart by today's retreat!
If he could not overcome this mental demon, Jin Jiapan's martial arts path would end here!
"What a pity!"
Gong Yutian looked at Jin Jiapan's desolate back and said with regret.
"Master, why didn't Jin Jiapan accept the challenge?"
Ma San asked, puzzled.
"Is he afraid of death?"
"He is not afraid of death!"
Gong Yutian looked at Ma San and said without hesitation.
"But he has his responsibilities!"
"The inheritance and promotion of taekwondo is his responsibility, so he cannot die here!"
"What a pity!"
Wang Zhong also said "what a pity," but his thoughts were the opposite of Gong Yutian's.
What a pity, not killing Jin Jiapan!
What a pity, if he had absorbed Jin Jiapan's martial arts will, the tortoise would be very pleased!
As if sensing Wang Zhong's thoughts, the tortoise let out an excited roar!
"I'm waiting for you on the ring, Jin Jiapan!"
Wang Zhong's words were broadcast worldwide, and everyone was awed by his strength and madness, with countless young people viewing him as an idol!
Man enough, cool enough!
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