Chapter Forty-Six: Martial Arts Mastery Governs Heaven and Earth

Only this time, the close combat was noticeably more urgent.

As He Ping strode forward, before he could fully close the distance, Song Ren struck a powerful and heavy downward slash.

He Ping used his elbow to block the slash and pressed forward again.

Unexpectedly, Song Ren also closed in simultaneously.

From an angle He Ping hadn’t noticed, Song Ren stepped between He Ping’s horse stance.

The next moment, his foot suddenly withdrew.

This tore apart He Ping’s usually stable base, causing him to lose balance for a brief instant.

By the time he reacted, the aggressive Song Ren had already collided against his side.

Baji Quan, close-range leaning strike!

Boom!

A look of surprise flashed across He Ping’s face as he was sent hurtling backward.

Yet, his resilience and reflexes were impressive.

Supporting himself with both hands behind him, before his back hit the ground, he rolled and sprang up nimbly.

However, as he rose, a ferocious strike came at him—horse stance, bow fist, and finally a brutal elbow thrust.

Baji Quan, center-point elbow!

Boom!

This blow was violent.

Unlike his prior failed attempts, this time the elbow struck He Ping’s chest squarely.

“Wah!”

A mouthful of blood sprayed out.

He Ping was sent flying back two or three meters, crashing heavily onto the ground.

For a moment, the spectators outside, who had been watching with bright eyes, suddenly dimmed.

It seemed the Tyrannosaurus could only come this far.

He Ping quickly got up, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

His eyes held no discouragement but grew even more excited:

“Impressive!”

“To be able to wield my own signature Baji Quan with such ease.”

“You truly are different.”

Previously, He Ping had not employed Baji Quan on the mid-level ring—not because he couldn’t, but because it wasn’t necessary.

His raw power and physique alone were enough to overwhelm opponents.

Only when facing Song Ren did he unveil his most formidable Baji Quan for the first time.

But now, it seemed that too was of little use—

Because he still couldn’t win.

Yet, his flamboyant and fearless nature meant he cared less about the result than the process.

Win or lose, life or death.

Just as he had said at the start:

Let’s put on a thrilling, exhilarating show!

A radiant smile spread across He Ping’s lips as he charged forward again!

Baji Quan excels at close-range short strikes, but those skilled in it often complement it with the wide, sweeping slash.

Using the broad and sweeping slash to cover the awkward moments when Baji Quan can’t close the gap.

Baji Quan plus the sweeping slash—fearsome even to immortals.

This time, He Ping faced just such a situation.

His advancing steps came within two strides of Song Ren when he was met with a fierce single-whip kick.

He blocked with his elbow, but the tremendous force caused his footing to shift sideways.

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