harleyscars Chapter 56 Sparring
Chapter 56 Sparring
Seeing Chen Fan's confident expression, Li Feng suddenly suggested, "How about we spar a bit?"
"Ms. Li, are you sure?"
Chen Fan didn't expect Li Feng to make such a request.
"Okay, and boss, you can just call me Xiao Feng."
"Alright, let's spar a bit then."
Li Feng was delighted and distanced himself. "Boss, what I practice is very different from my brother's. He practices Southern styles like Hung Kuen and Choy Li Fut, while I mainly learn Northern leg techniques."
Looking at her beautiful legs and graceful figure, Chen Fan nodded in agreement: "I can tell that. Come on."
He beckoned to Li Feng to go ahead and do it.
Seeing that Chen Fan still looked calm and collected, Li Feng raised an eyebrow. Was she being underestimated?
"Boss, watch out!"
Li Feng stomped her foot and charged towards Chen Fan.
Swish!
Her legs were incredibly fast; before the attack even landed, the gust of wind generated by her movements had already rushed towards Chen Fan's neck.
High-position whip kick.
The actions were fierce.
Chen Fan's feet felt firmly planted, and he leaned back to easily avoid the attack.
As if Li Feng had anticipated this, he changed the direction of his foot and chopped down with his heel like an axe.
One kick after another, the attack was exceptionally rapid.
However, this offensive had no effect on Chen Fan, a master of Xingyi Quan. Chen Fan raised his hand to support himself and blocked the descending beautiful leg.
"Your Twelve Tan Leg technique is quite proficient, but your power is a little lacking."
Looking at Chen Fan's relaxed appearance, Li Feng was suddenly surprised. She had held back a bit of her strength, but the difference seemed a bit too big.
However, this also ignited Li Feng's competitive spirit, and he once again exerted force with his right leg, sweeping left and right.
The leg techniques are in rapid succession, one leg after another, a clever and coordinated attack.
Hearing the noise, Feiji, Li Long, and the others who were not far away all turned their heads to look.
"Xiao Feng, stop right now!"
When Li Long saw his younger sister attack Chen Fan, the boss, his heart tightened.
Holy crap, he wasn't paying attention for a moment, how did he get into such a huge mess?
It would be terrible if something bad happened.
Anan frowned and said, "Brother Long, something's not right. The boss seems very relaxed."
"Um?"
Concern can cloud judgment, and Li Long, reminded of this, couldn't help but re-examine the situation.
Indeed, Chen Fan stood still the whole time without moving an inch, while Li Feng kicked at least twenty times in just a few breaths.
But these twenty-odd legs failed to threaten Chen Fan.
The difference in strength is obvious.
At this moment, Li Feng also noticed that Chen Fan had not moved an inch. She gritted her teeth, swept her kick into a high whip kick, and forced Chen Fan to raise his hand to block. She then pushed off with her left foot and kicked her left leg towards Chen Fan's exposed abdomen.
With this kick to the abdomen, she had used all her strength, determined to make Chen Fan move.
Faced with this attack, Chen Fan took a deep breath and used his hard qigong and iron shirt techniques to withstand the kick.
"So hard!"
Li Feng felt like she had kicked a steel plate. Her left leg was slightly numb from the impact. She quickly turned around to dissipate some of the force, but her attack did not stop. She stepped on her foot, jumped into the air, and swung her leg to kick Chen Fan in the chest again.
Chen Fan twisted his neck, braced himself against her attack, and reached out to grab Li Feng before she hit the ground. "Xiao Feng, you lost."
"The boss didn't expect you to practice hard qigong." Li Feng's expression was complicated.
Her attack not only failed to break through his defenses, but it also prevented Chen Fan from even taking a single step back.
"Just a petty trick."
Chen Fan's true strength lies in his iron-willed physique; his hard qigong and iron shirt techniques are merely superficial.
"Xiao Feng, how could you lay a hand on the boss?"
Li Long walked over quickly.
Chen Fan raised his hand and said, "Hey, Ah Long, this isn't Xiao Feng's fault. I just got itchy hands and wanted to spar a bit."
"But this isn't..."
How could Li Long not realize that Chen Fan was intentionally giving his sister a way out?
Li Feng interrupted, "Brother, don't be so nervous. The boss is really amazing."
Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she added, "Hey, big brother, aren't you itching to fight too? The boss is a master; I dare say you're no match for him."
"How could I possibly lay a hand on my boss?"
Li Long rejected Li Feng's absurd suggestion without even thinking about it.
"Give it a try. The boss is such a nice guy, even if you lose, he won't dock your pay."
Li Feng was eager to see what Chen Fan would do when he made a move.
If they've mastered the art of taking a beating so well, then when they actually fight, it'll be a completely different story.
Li Long felt ashamed.
Does he seem like the kind of person who's afraid of having his salary docked?
"Ah Long, let me see how strong you are as the All-Martial Arts Champion."
Chen Fan adopted the stance of Xingyi Quan's Three-Body Stance, demonstrating his fighting spirit through his actions.
"Hmm?" Looking at Chen Fan's stance, Li Long felt something was off. He raised an eyebrow, feeling as if he were being stared at by a ferocious wild beast. "The boss is actually a Xingyi master?"
"I only know a little bit of martial arts, Ah Long, go all out."
"good!"
Without wasting any more words, Li Long adjusted his breathing and walked up to Chen Fan. He assumed a horse stance, made a gesture reminiscent of the Hung Kuen symbol, and within two seconds, unleashed a powerful double punch. The wind from the punches howled, as if a car was rushing towards him at 60 or 70 miles per hour.
Hung Kuen is known for its hard stances and powerful strikes; this double punch can easily cost at least 3.
Faced with such a fierce and ruthless attack, Chen Fan neither dodged nor avoided, but suddenly changed his posture and also used Hung Gar to clash with Li Long.
The four fists collided with unstoppable force. Li Long felt a tremendous force coming from the fists, and he involuntarily took two steps back before barely stopping.
Although Chen Fan's Hung Kuen skills were only at the beginner level, his physical abilities far surpassed Li Long's, in fact, in every aspect.
If you lack skill, make up for it with power. A late strike that arrives first forces the opponent back.
"What incredible strength! No wonder Xiao Feng had no chance to fight back." Li Long was shocked.
In terms of strength, he lost completely.
With a change in footwork, his slightly trembling fists opened into palms, and he used the cloud hands technique of Tai Chi to dissipate his energy by drawing circles and arcs.
"Oh, you know Tai Chi?"
Chen Fan didn't expect Li Long to also know internal martial arts.
Hung Kuen is known for its fierce and powerful style, while Tai Chi is completely different. Tai Chi's essence lies in using softness to overcome hardness and using minimal force to deflect great weight.
Li Long didn't respond. After neutralizing the force, he switched to the "Gong Zi Fu Hu Quan" (工字伏虎拳), one of the three great techniques of Hung Kuen. "Ha!"
With a loud shout, he charged forward, his hands moving alternately like drills, striking Chen Fan's chest with the heavy "continuous bridge-piercing" technique of the Gongzi Fuhu Fist.
The offensive was fierce and sustained.
How could Chen Fan miss such a good opportunity to learn from others?
Whatever move Lee Ryong used, he would replicate it to counter.
The two men bumped their hands together seven or eight times in a row.
Li Long grew increasingly alarmed by the exchanges; his arms went numb and his movements became erratic. Each clash felt like he was hitting steel bars. Chen Fan's bridge hand technique was far superior to his, even though his boxing skills seemed less refined...
He rubbed his numb arms and asked, "Boss, have you studied Iron Arm Kung Fu?"
"Not playing anymore?"
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow. He had just felt his beginner Hung Kuen improving, and it was already gone?
Li Long nodded firmly, grinned, inhaled deeply, and rubbed his forearm repeatedly, saying, "I'm not fighting anymore. I can't fight at all. I'm no match for you, boss."
With each punch, you have to absorb a portion of the recoil force. Before you even hurt the person, you get numb from the shock. How can you fight like that?
Li Feng showed an expression of "I knew it," and said, "I knew it, even you, brother, are no match for the boss."
Li Long: "..."