Chapter 7

Lin Sha and Zhu Rou engaged in a fierce and spectacular match. Both used the unique martial arts of Wong Fei-hung, the Tiger-Crane Double Form Fist. One was powerful and forceful, like a tiger, while the other was light and agile, swift as a crane. They used various techniques—punches, palm strikes, finger jabs, clawing, and hooking—each move executed with great skill and power. They skillfully employed bow stance, horse stance, false step, kneeling step, independent step, and qilin step, achieving remarkable effects.

Zhu Rou, relying on his strong and robust body, fully unleashed the tiger form of the Tiger-Crane Double Form, each move exuding the ferocity and might of a tiger, with an unstoppable and fierce momentum.

Lin Sha, due to his growing body, was inferior to Zhu Rou in both strength and speed. He could only rely on the flexible and versatile crane form of the Tiger-Crane Double Form, complementing it with the powerful tiger form to pose a significant threat to Zhu Rou.

"Exciting, exciting! Little Brother Lin, be careful, I'm going to use my full strength!"

Excited by the fight, Zhu Rou laughed heartily, his face serious and solemn as he warned.

"Haha, Big Brother Lin, come on, I'll take it all!"

Lin Sha also felt a great sense of satisfaction. His movements became even more agile and swift, and his techniques more harmonious and natural, clearly indicating that the match had deepened his understanding and familiarity with the Tiger-Crane Double Form.

"Here I come, Little Brother, be careful!"

Zhu Rou's eyes widened as he roared, extending his fists and advancing with his steps.

Bang, bang, bang...

Three clear footprints appeared on the soft sand, and as the sand flew up, Zhu Rou's fists brought a whistling wind, and upon closer listening, there was even a faint sound of sonic boom!

Mingjin (Manifested Strength)!

Lin Sha's eyes narrowed, surprised that Zhu Rou had already broken through to Mingjin. He became even more cautious, moving like a crane, avoiding direct confrontation with Zhu Rou.

In his previous life, he was a peak Mingjin expert, well aware of the power of Mingjin. A single punch could create a sonic boom, indicating that the bones and muscles had reached a certain level of strength, making the impact and damage of a direct hit extremely formidable.

Unfortunately, his current body was still in the developmental stage, and he hadn't fully adapted to it. Although he had touched the threshold of Mingjin, it would take another one or two months to fully break through.

Practicing Mingjin and ordinary routine attacks were two different things. For example, both could break a brick, but an ordinary routine might just split it, while a Mingjin expert could shatter it into pieces, making them incomparable.

Lin Sha's hands opened and closed, either clawing or pecking, blocking high and low to avoid Zhu Rou's direct attacks. His body moved unpredictably, targeting Zhu Rou's chest and abdomen, forcing him to hold back his fierce attacks.

In his previous life, he had some knowledge of Southern martial arts, which emphasized agility and flexibility in narrow spaces. The routines were short and compact, with simple and varied techniques, steady footwork, and fierce attacks often accompanied by vocal support, making them highly combative.

This meant that close combat was extremely strong, with fierce and brutal techniques that could easily cause serious injuries. He didn't want to experience the full force of these attacks himself.

The two fought with great enthusiasm, and the spectators watched with great interest, often commenting on the match, amazed by the skills of both fighters.

"Master, I didn't expect Big Brother Lin to have already broken through to Mingjin!"

Ling Yunke, who had stayed to watch the match instead of leaving with the other young men to do business, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise at Zhu Rou's powerful punches.

"Shi Rong is doing well. He practices diligently every day, and his talent and insight are not bad. It's not surprising that he broke through to Mingjin so quickly!" Wong Fei-hung nodded with satisfaction, adding, "Shi Rong probably hasn't been at Mingjin for long. Notice how he often can't control his strength when he punches. He needs more practice!"

"Master, isn't Little Brother Lin in danger then?"

Ling Yunke was startled. Upon closer observation, he indeed noticed that Zhu Rou's punches, though powerful, had many flaws, indicating that he hadn't yet reached the level of perfect control. He couldn't help but worry for Lin Sha.

"Don't worry. Ah Sha's crane form is very agile. As long as he doesn't engage Shi Rong in direct confrontation, he should be able to hold out for some time," Wong Fei-hung shook his head, his smile widening.

"Really, I didn't expect Little Brother Lin to have reached such a level. He must be close to breaking through to Mingjin, right?" Ling Yunke felt a mix of disappointment and joy, watching Lin Sha, who moved like a graceful crane, executing each move with great skill.

"Yes," Wong Fei-hung agreed, "I didn't expect Ah Sha's skills to improve so much in just a month. It seems he has been practicing diligently!"

These words expressed both his satisfaction with Lin Sha's rapid progress and a subtle reminder to his other disciples: the path of martial arts requires persistent and diligent practice!

Ling Yunke couldn't miss the deeper meaning in his master's words. He exchanged glances with his fellow disciples, only to sigh helplessly. He, too, wanted to focus on martial arts, but his family's circumstances didn't allow it. He had to work hard every day to support his family, leaving little time for practice.

Unlike Lin Sha, who was an orphan and lived and trained at Baozhi Lin, not only did he have good martial arts talent, but he also learned medicine quickly. Under his master's careful guidance, in just six years, he had become one of the top disciples in martial arts and had learned excellent skills in treating injuries, even able to see patients at Baozhi Lin and handle minor injuries.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward, and Wong Fei-hung immediately noticed. He understood his disciples' thoughts and could only sigh inwardly, gesturing for them to pay attention to the match between Zhu Rou and Lin Sha, hoping they would gain something from it.

"Good, good, so impressive!"

Leaving aside the thoughtful Wong Fei-hung and his disciples, Liang Kuan, who had stayed to watch the match, was extremely excited. His eyes sparkled, and he cheered and shouted, waving his hands.

He never expected that Lin Sha, who looked younger than him, would have such impressive skills, able to hold his own against Zhu Rou, the eldest disciple of Master Wong.

This performance was truly remarkable!

No wonder Lin Sha could easily pin him to the ground with one hand. His skills were far superior to the random techniques he had learned.

He was determined to become Master Wong's disciple. Even if Master Wong refused, learning from Lin Sha would be a good alternative.

Lin Sha, who was locked in a fierce battle with Zhu Rou, was unaware that his impressive performance had inspired Liang Kuan, a future fellow disciple, to consider becoming his disciple. Even if he knew, he wouldn't have paid much attention.

At this moment, the match between him and Zhu Rou had reached its final and critical stage...

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