Dripping water style

  Both are famous geniuses in Daliang City, and as soon as they fought, they were each other's most skilled top-notch martial arts.

  Liu Qing uses the "Po Shan Fist", which is the most masculine and powerful fist technique in the Liu family. Liu Qing's talent is also extremely high, he is recognized as the second genius of the young generation in the Liu family, although he is only 17 years old, he has already reached the realm of practicing Qi for eight layers. This Po Shan Fist, Liu Qing started to practice when he was at the sixth layer of Qi, and now he has been practicing for three years, and has already reached the realm of small accomplishment.

  Liu Qing's every move and style has the power of thunderbolts, each punch he strikes out with seems to have the momentum that can pierce through mountains.

  Lin Wenjiang used the Lin family's top wood-based martial art "Fei Hua San Shou", this set of martial arts is extremely complex, and it's not a super genius with extraordinary insight, even the basic changes are difficult to grasp.

  Two people's martial arts skills: one is powerful and rigid, majestic and upright, with a single punch that can break through all techniques; the other is intricate and subtle, exhaustively changing and adapting.

  Whether it was the Liu family or the Lin family, they all watched with dazed eyes and gained insight.

  The two people on the field have transcended the majority of people in the arena, one with clumsy breaking cleverness, and the other with strange and mysterious changes. Although they are two different martial arts styles, both are exquisite and unparalleled, making this a truly spectacular and enlightening lesson.

  Lin Wenjiang's flying flowers and scattered hands may look mysterious, but after all, they are still in the same realm as Liu Qing, and cannot gain the upper hand over Liu Qing.

  Liu Qing's Broken Mountain Fist has been in the ordinary stage of small accomplishment for a year, and he has been unable to break through. Now that he has encountered Lin Wenjiang's Flying Flower Scattered Hand, it has given him even more tempering. Every time Lin Wenjiang resists, every move he makes will give Liu Qing more inspiration from another angle.

  The onlookers found Liu Qing's boxing technique becoming increasingly clumsy, simple and unadorned, while Lin Wenjiang felt that Liu Qing's fists were getting heavier and harder to resist.

  Liu Bo saw that his elder brother's understanding of the Broken Mountain Fist was getting deeper and deeper, and had already gradually broken through the small accomplishment of the fist method, so he knew that this battle, Liu Qing's victory was already without a doubt.

  As Liu Qing's fist method broke through, Lin Wenjiang gradually couldn't withstand his heavy punches. In order to neutralize Liu Qing's heavy punches, Liu Qing only made one move, and Lin Wenjiang had to display more changes, from being evenly matched, he gradually began to be at a disadvantage.

  Liu Qingyue's kung fu became more and more fluent, many puzzles accumulated in daily life gradually cleared up, and the bottleneck of stagnant martial arts skills finally broke through.

  In such a state, Lin Wenjiang was already very hard to resist, his true energy gradually depleted, and the blood rushed towards his chest. Liu Qing continuously launched several heavy punches, and Lin Wenjiang could no longer suppress the blood in his chest, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

  Liu Qing stopped attacking and said: "Brother Lin, is it still necessary for us to compete again?"

  "Thanks for sparing my life, Brother Liu. Lin concedes defeat."

  Lin Wenjiang no longer had the strength to fight again. He was grateful that Liu Qing did not strike heavily, and since he was already powerless to turn things around, he simply conceded defeat.

  "Liu brother, it seems that we will end up with a draw today. Can you still fight one more round? For this final round, we are going to send out a master of the 9th level of Qi training."

  The four matches have now ended, with the Liu family winning two, losing one and drawing one, slightly ahead. However, for the final match, the Lin family is preparing to send out a master at the 9th level of Qi training, which is why Lin Wenjiang is confident that they can win another match, resulting in a tie between the two families.

  "Since there's still one more round, our Liu family naturally won't give up for no reason. You can send someone to the stage." Liu Qing said fearlessly.

  "Wen Heng, this one's up to you." Lin Wenjiang's tone was full of respect.

  "Wen Jiang, don't worry, I'll take care of it." A man in his thirties, with a short and stout build, stepped out from among the Lin family members.

  "In Lin Wen Heng's nine-layered peak, who among the Liu family will come down to instruct?" Lin Wen Heng asked with a proud expression and a calm tone.

  Liu Qing's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he secretly thought to himself: "I didn't expect that there would be another peak ninth-layer Qi Practitioner among the Lin Family members present. This person is not young, and his face is unfamiliar, so he shouldn't be one of the Eight Geniuses of the Lin Family. Even if he isn't a genius of the Lin Family, my own true energy has been greatly depleted. Even if I use my specialty sword technique, I fear it will be very difficult to defeat this ninth-layer Qi Practitioner again. Should I just admit defeat in this match and end today's competition with a draw?"

  "Brother, I'll take this one!" Liu Bo said firmly.

  "Second brother, this is a master of the ninth level of Qi Gong. Your footwork is good, but relying solely on your footwork to dodge, it's probably hard to end the fight evenly." Liu Qing didn't think highly of Liu Bo's strength.

  "Big brother, don't worry, I can handle it."

  Feeling the determination in Liu Bo's tone, looking at his confident eyes, Liu Qing's tense mood relaxed, and he even felt a hint of confidence in winning, saying: "Then be careful, if not, admit defeat, you've only practiced Qi for six layers, don't lose face."

  Lin Wenheng looked at Liu Bo in front of him and said disdainfully, "You're very brave, I hope you can last ten moves. You make the first move."

  "Don't talk too big if you haven't seen the results, let's see how it goes."

  Liu Bo this time did not use the Bi Bo Palm Method, nor did he use the few martial arts techniques he had just cultivated. He directly launched the "Dripping Water Style" from the "Water Control Eighteen Styles" to attack.

  Liu Bo's current martial arts skills have far surpassed those of the past, and even when using "Dī Shuǐ Shì" alone, it is still quite powerful. The main idea of "Dī Shuǐ Shì" is to pierce through like a steady drip of water on stone. When this move is executed, one must instantly extend countless fingers, and the power of these countless fingers must be able to converge at one point. The more fingers extended in that instant, the greater the power.

  Lin Wenheng only felt countless finger shadows flashing before his eyes, and the electric light stone fire was pointing at his chest. He hastily dodged to one side and made a move to resist, but Liu Bo's finger was swift as lightning, and with a turn, it pointed at Lin Wenheng's right arm's soft numbness point.

  Lin Wenheng was unable to dodge again, and he felt his right arm go numb as a finger pierced through the soft spot, causing pain that reached his bones. His entire body went limp and weak, and he retreated several steps in succession. Looking at Liu Bo's youthful face, he found it hard to believe and was shocked beyond words.

  The onlookers only saw Liu Bo flash a single finger shadow, completely unaware that in this instant, he had flashed 72 fingers. These 72 fingers, individually not very powerful, but like water dripping through stone, when combined, their power was enough to break through any obstacle.

  Liu Gang and others were even more shocked, not daring to believe the scene in front of them, that it was actually Liu Bo, his own brother who had been familiar with him since childhood and had always been plagued by stagnation, who had achieved this.

  "How did he become so formidable!" Liu Gang was shocked in his heart.

  "I knew it all along! Young Master is always the best!" Liu Zhi Xian was extremely excited.

  "Wow! Second Brother is so awesome!" ... Liu Yan applauded in praise.

  "I have to admit, you're really formidable. I underestimated you, but next time I'll go all out, without using my right arm, and I can still defeat you." Lin Wenheng said, stopping the bleeding from his right arm with a reluctant tone.

  "You said the same thing just now, and it's still the same this time. The outcome won't change!" Liu Bo's tone was full of confidence.

  Lin Wenheng no longer held back his pride as a 9th-level cultivator, feeling the threat from Liu Bo and not daring to give in even a bit, directly unleashing a swift and fierce leg technique, competing for the upper hand.

  Originally, the first match against a master who had reached the ninth level of Qi training, Liu Bo's heart was still somewhat apprehensive. But just now he only used one move and didn't even use two styles to defend himself, yet Lin Wenheng got injured. Although when they clashed again Lin Wenheng no longer underestimated him, it still filled Liu Bo with confidence in his ability to win the battle.