My Players Are So Fierce

1057: 358.

The Two Realms Boxing Exchange Battle showcased style and level…_3

1057: 358.

The Two Realms Boxing Exchange Battle showcased style and level…_3

After eliminating all supernatural influences, even the mere contact of fists and feet was enough to fill the skill contest with suspense right from the start.

Teacher Li didn’t rush to attack; instead, he kept on defending and dodging.

He seemed to want to figure out the characteristics of this boxing technique.

Turner, the Winter Wolf Monk, noticed this.

When he attacked again, his posture changed drastically, turning from imitating the momentum of a wild beast to becoming fierce and lethal.

He aimed every move at the eyes and neck and even let loose moves like the groin kick.

It wasn’t just the posture that changed, but the style of boxing as well, indicating he didn’t want Teacher Li to get a bead on him too quickly.

This change caught Teacher Li off guard for a moment, but after he took a flying side kick, he quickly regained his footing.

He realized that this NPC likely knew as many boxing techniques as he did.

In front of such a master in martial arts, the idea of still trying to probe was somewhat akin to showing off one’s minor skills before an expert.

So Teacher Li also switched his fighting method.

He finally brought out his trump card, changing punches to claws like a ferocious tiger lunging forward to attack.

Turner met him head-on without yielding an inch.

As both sides exchanged blows and changed their fighting techniques with agile movements, it was difficult to tell who was winning, leading them to simultaneously change tactics.

Old Lee launched his fists forward, avoiding Turner, then with a lowered body, he exploded forward like an Earth Dragon barreling ahead, grappling Turner’s waist and lunging forward to smash into the ground.

Ground techniques from jujitsu followed, a smooth combination of moves.

However, he couldn’t hold Turner down.

The other was as slippery as a fish, eluding joint locks and escaping swiftly.

But as the Winter Wolf Monk regrouped, amidst Bull Bull’s exclamations of surprise, Old Lee delivered a standard and ruthless Iron Mountain Lean, colliding with his whole body like a Siege Hammer’s strike, finally causing Turner’s footsteps and rhythm to falter.

And once rattled, regaining that rhythm wasn’t so easy.

From that second on, the battle’s initiative fell entirely into Teacher Li’s hands.

He adopted the most straightforward and forceful method of frontal suppression.

His seemingly random punches were actually systematic, and he continuously used different boxing combinations.

In a close and short-range contest, true skill was revealed.

In just a few seconds, it was like beating a wooden dummy, with crisp sounds of Butterfly Through Flowers, trapping Turner as if he were caught in a web, unable to escape.

He rarely felt such frustration at being technically outmatched and tried to use nimble footwork to create distance.

However, Teacher Li shifted only a few steps like a ghost enshrouding its prey, sticking close and preventing the Winter Wolf Monk from getting away.

This move made Sister Pomegranate’s eyes shine.

This was her family’s “craftsmanship,” but the set taught by her grandfather, said to be from Master Dong’s Swirling Bagua Palms, was not as exquisite when performed by her.

Turns out it wasn’t the boxing that was inadequate, it was that she hadn’t practiced well enough.

Footwork!

Footwork was the key.

After grappling for more than ten seconds, Turner was forced to the edge of the ring.

By now, everyone watching, whether they understood fighting or not, could tell the outcome was about to be decided.

Turner was well aware of his predicament.

But he had been baffled by the unpredictable boxing style of the person before him.

He could tell that in the past few minutes alone, this man had used at least eight different styles of moves.

Could this really be the depth of a hitherto unknown sect of Warrior Monks so readily deployed?

If he didn’t counterattack now, he was going to lose!

At this critical moment, Turner adjusted his breathing; willing to endure two punches and a kick to the face, he forcibly created distance.

Then, with a focused and calm demeanor like a flickering flame, he dodged Old Lee’s lethal punch.

It was a replay of his confrontation with Bull Bull—a Rising Dragon shooting towards Teacher Li’s neck and chin.

But at this critical juncture of potential reversal, Old Lee also pulled off a trick.

Raising his left arm to protect his throat, his other hand formed into a sword finger and struck like lightning at Turner’s throat.

This sudden shift from “Another World martial arts” to the Shadow Sect’s Spirit Machine Slash caught Turner off guard, but the severe pain in his throat told him that he had indeed lost in this move.

Although it had only caused him pain and no other damage, had that slash carried the Warrior Monk’s Qi, the penetrating force sharp enough to cut through gold and break jade could have torn open his entire neck.

“I lost…”

He sighed, his Rising Dragon punch ultimately stopping inches from Old Lee’s chin.

In the contest of skill, he was willing to concede that this grandmaster of the Shadow Trace Sect was indeed somewhat superior to him, although the opponent also had the slight advantage of their first encounter and unfamiliar techniques.

However, as a Silver Grade Vow-Keeping Monk who had repeatedly braved life-and-death situations, he wasn’t one to be a sore loser.

“I concede, Master,” Turner said as he stepped back and gave a slight nod to Teacher Li.

He then took a sealed scroll from his Psychic Package and tossed it to the cheering Sister Pomegranate below the ring.

He himself turned and leaped from the ring, disappearing into the shadows of the sewer with his followers.

It wasn’t until Turner had left that Teacher Li, who had kept a stern face without speaking, finally let out a breath and collapsed onto the ground, startling Bull Bull and the others, who quickly hustled to drag him down.

“You pressured from start to finish, didn’t even dare breathe.

Aren’t you tired?” Master Yang from Niurou Bowl asked with a smile.

Old Lee was too tired to pretend, whispering:

“Chao, I haven’t been this tired in many years!

That guy is strong; any small mistake from me would’ve been the end.

And I just know a bit of everything, standing on the shoulders of giants to snatch a lucky victory.

This darn game…

It really has its ways.”