Chapter Six: Striking Like a Masterpiece Hanging on the Wall

Facing Song Ren’s provocation, Feng Yuxiu’s eyes immediately turned cold. With a sharp shout, he charged forward. His fingers formed claws, reaching to grab Song Ren’s shoulders and collarbones from front and back.

Song Ren pushed him away with his forearm, but Feng Yuxiu seized the opportunity to lock Song Ren’s forearm with a reverse grip. Stepping back, Feng Yuxiu yanked him fiercely backward. His other hand swiftly hooked toward Song Ren’s ribs.

Song Ren’s stance faltered as he was pulled forward, nearly toppling, but his expression remained composed. Using his knee, he pushed against Feng Yuxiu’s attempt to seize his ribs. The locked arm countered by twisting to grab Feng Yuxiu’s forearm in return.

Leveraging the momentum of his forward fall as an axis, Song Ren swung his arm violently in a wide arc. Feng Yuxiu was lifted off the ground, crashing back-first toward the earth. Yet before impact, he arched his waist, maintaining balance by holding Song Ren’s forearm with one hand, while the other sought to grip Song Ren’s throat.

Song Ren stepped firmly, twisting his body just in time to evade the throat grab. Suddenly, Feng Yuxiu changed tactics, locking Song Ren’s left forearm and upper arm with his hands positioned front and back. His fingers dug like iron hooks into Song Ren’s muscles, nails pressing deeply.

A fierce light flashed in Feng Yuxiu’s eyes. “First, I’ll dislocate your elbow!” he thought.

He twisted his waist, preparing to use the leverage to snap Song Ren’s elbow joint. But in the next moment, Feng Yuxiu was abruptly lifted into the air.

The Kui Ox emblem on Song Ren’s back burned hot, force surging into his arms. With one hand alone, he hoisted Feng Yuxiu up. His right fist clenched, waist lowered, horse stance firm, he twisted and threw a punch toward Feng Yuxiu’s chest.

Feng Yuxiu’s martial skill was exquisite. Though repeatedly surprised by Song Ren’s power, he reacted swiftly, abandoning offense to pull his arms back and protect his chest.

Boom!

The heavy impact echoed. Enduring the ferocious force like being hammered, Feng Yuxiu flipped in midair, breaking free from Song Ren’s close grip. But as soon as his feet landed, before regaining full balance, Song Ren charged forward mercilessly, eyes burning fiercely.

“The tides have turned!”

A heavy, powerful downward chop rained down from above. Feng Yuxiu could only hurriedly block it, yet the brutal force still made his forearm tingle.

Following the chop came a hammer strike. A punch landed on Feng Yuxiu’s guarded elbow, forcing him back a step. Then Song Ren twisted his waist and hips, sweeping out a battle-axe kick.

Feng Yuxiu blocked with his right arm, stepping back again under the force. Just as he lifted his brow, Song Ren sprang up with a violent flying knee. Feng Yuxiu only had time to duck his head and shield it with both arms, his muscles aching and numb, retreating another step.

In the shifting offense and defense, Song Ren unleashed the storm that Feng Yuxiu had once demonstrated, directing it all back at him.

Grabs, punches, hammer strikes, flying knees, palm strikes, snapping kicks, left and right chops—all interwoven with the finest elements of Bajiquan, Xingyiquan, Choy Li Fut, Tan Tui, and Chuojiao.

A perfect display of martial artistry that strikes like a painted masterpiece comes alive.

Did you really think the King of Weapons couldn’t fight bare-handed?

Throughout the exchange, Feng Yuxiu barely managed to defend, continuously forced backward. His gaze was sharp and ruthless, several times seeking an opening for a counterattack, but Song Ren’s overwhelming power kept him suppressed.

The situation worsened, trapping him momentarily. Especially as Song Ren grew more adept and even fiercer in strength.

Gritting his teeth, Feng Yuxiu’s body endured relentless, brutal impacts, blood pooling in his throat. Though he withstood the torrential assault, the sheer force was truly overwhelming.

At this moment, the hoofprint on Song Ren’s back blazed like fire, fueling his growing excitement. He lowered his shoulders and stepped forward.

Xingyiquan—Pao Quan!

The Kui Ox Hoof!

A fierce punch smashed through Feng Yuxiu’s defense, striking his chest. Feng Yuxiu’s back arched sharply, his toes lifting off the ground as he was sent flying three to five meters before collapsing. Blood sprayed from his mouth in midair.

Falling to the ground, his eyes stared at Song Ren in shock.

Throughout the sparring, though held back by subconscious loyalty and unable to perform at full strength, Feng Yuxiu never expected to be beaten so thoroughly.

Especially during the latter half, crushed beneath extreme pressure, he felt deep frustration.

Martially, Song Ren was inferior to him. There were many flaws, many chances for Feng Yuxiu to turn the tide.

But Song Ren’s raw power was overwhelming. One misstep meant falling behind.

Attempting a counter, he was pummeled so fiercely that he could not catch his breath.

Without breath, there could be no decisive counter.

In the end, Feng Yuxiu remained suppressed, forced to defend fully, and was ultimately defeated.

This was not a matter of skill, but of raw power.

Coughing up blood, Feng Yuxiu lifted his head, brow furrowed as he scrutinized Song Ren.

He was not bitter about losing, but astounded by the force Song Ren wielded.

Given Song Ren’s weight and body fat, such overpowering strength seemed impossible.

Yet lost he had, unlike before when Song Ren’s attacks were wild and scattered—this time, it was a genuine defeat.

Even acknowledging some carelessness and subconscious hesitation, Feng Yuxiu accepted his loss.

A trace of a smile appeared on his proud, defiant face as he folded his hands: “This time, I lost. Come, finish me off.”

“...”

Song Ren was wiping blood from his knuckles with a wet towel, glancing at him with a hint of disbelief.

This guy, like the Wish System, had a mind that wasn’t quite right.

Such a useful tool—what a waste to kill him.

Seeing Song Ren ignore him, Feng Yuxiu grew anxious: “Hey! I lost, come on, finish me off!”

Song Ren tossed him the wet towel calmly. “You only lost to me once.”

Feng Yuxiu blinked, momentarily stunned.

Yes, I only lost to him this one time—and I am unwilling to accept it.

If I’m more cautious, next time, or the time after, no matter what, I can win back.

Better than dying with regret...

Raising his head again, flames of determination burned in his eyes.

At that moment, Song Ren continued, “Afterward, you’ll lose to me a second time, a third time, a fourth time, a fifth time, a sixth time...”

“Gradually, you’ll grow accustomed to losing, and by then, you won’t have such thoughts anymore.”

The fire in Feng Yuxiu’s eyes instantly faded, his brow furrowed deeply, filled with anger.

“To hell with getting used to losing!”