The Wudang Junior Master

Chapter 191: Duel between Martial Arts Fanatics

The moonlight is like water, sprinkling on the dark forest.

Two figures stood in the mottled light.

Ding Shimaan looked at Shan Wenxiong, who was wearing a black shirt opposite him, and his intuition told him that the other party was the same kind of person as him.

A warrior, a very strong warrior.

"One is the best, two are heroes, known to the world." Shan Wenxiong said, "One is the best, without any dispute, I really can't compare with him."

Ding Shimaan didn't say anything, just stared at the other person quietly.

"But you two heroes... I've wanted to meet you for a long time, and today is the perfect time to get my wish."

Ding Shian looked at Shan Wenxiong and said, "It seems that you know me, but I still don't know who you are."

"Shan Wenxiong was born in Malay Island and later traveled around Southeast Asia, visiting famous teachers. He's considered a good martial artist."

"Oh? Overseas Chinese?"

"That's right, but I've also been traveling around the mainland over the years, so I've gained some experience."

"No wonder I've never seen someone like you before."

"Just a nobody." Shan Wenxiong kicked up the hem of his long gown and reached out to grab it and tied it to his belt. "I heard that you were in Quanxing before. I didn't expect you to become a company lackey."

Ding Shimaan smiled and said, "There's nothing I can do. I'm not as skilled as them and can't beat them, so I just have to join in."

Shan Wenxiong heard this and said, "Can't beat him? Are you talking about the guy named Zhang Wuling?"

"Who else but him."

"Yeah, I've heard some of his deeds, but unfortunately I can't compare with him."

When Ding Shimaan heard this, he was speechless.

You still want to fight that guy?

I've never been slapped before, so I don't know how painful my face is.

"Okay, enough small talk."

Shan Wenxiong took his stance, his eyes solemn, "I heard that you are proficient in a hundred martial arts, let me see your skills."

Upon hearing this, Ding Shimaan waved his hand and said, "You're welcome anytime."

"Ha~"

Shan Wenxiong smiled, stepped on the ground, and pounced forward like a tiger out of a cage.

Ding Shimaan was not afraid at all. When Shan Wenxiong came to him, he slapped him with his palm.

As soon as they made contact, they started punching and kicking with great force.

The two of them fought purely with physical skills, with fists and palms flying everywhere, and the fight was quite intense.

After exchanging about ten moves, Shan Wenxiong suddenly moved his feet, moved his body, and turned his hands into two swords, and wiped Ding Shimaan's waist with his palms.

tear-

Fortunately, Ding Shimaan reacted quickly, but his clothes at the waist were also cut.

Taking two steps away, Ding Shiman glanced at Shan Wenxiong and said calmly, "Baguazhang?"

Shan Wenxiong smiled and said, "It's just a trivial trick. Be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waded through mud, his body swung like a snake, and he jumped out in an instant. His hands rolled like dancing swords. Although he had no weapons in his hands, he gave people a feeling of extreme danger.

Ding Shimaan took several steps back to avoid the palm knife, then seized the opportunity and punched out from the waist.

However, Shan Wenxiong's movements were extremely fast. He pushed his right hand downwards and slapped his left hand straight to the face.

Ding Shimaan dodged sideways and slashed with his left hand at the same time, still relentless.

Withdrawing his elbow, turning over and wiping his palm, Shan Wenxiong's attack was continuous, combining hardness and softness.

Ding Shimaan also had good body movements. He stepped sideways, pressed his palm downwards, and after a punch was blocked, he threw a back punch that hit Shan Wenxiong's shoulder.

The punch was so powerful that even though Shan Wenxiong started to use his protective Qi to protect his body, he was still knocked back.

"Good boxing skills!"

Ding Shimaan took a deep breath, lowered his shoulders and elbows, and said calmly, "Your palm technique is also good."

Shan Wenxiong smiled slightly, suddenly stood still, shook his body, and suddenly pushed forward with a palm.

The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying!

The palm shadow moved the clouds and mist, like white waves coming one after another.

The surrounding grass and trees bowed their heads, and the big trees trembled, but only the moonlight remained unmoved.

Such strong palm power!

Ding Shima was fully focused, circulating his true energy throughout his body, and punched out fiercely.

A fierce tiger roared out and rushed into the sea of ​​palm shadows and clouds, stirring up chaos in all directions.

"drink!"

Shan Wenxiong suddenly flipped in the air and slashed down with his palm, the wind from his palm turned into a knife, unstoppable.

Ding Shimaan dodged the attack nimbly, then retaliated with a backhand palm strike.

But Shan Wenxiong's body suddenly fell, and after landing on the ground, he leaped forward and was about to throw a punch, but immediately changed his move, twisting his waist and hips, and kicked out with a sweeping leg.

Ding Shimaan first defended against the punch, but when he saw it was a fake move, he immediately pulled back and avoided the incoming kick.

But who would have thought that Shan Wenxiong's kick missed, so he took advantage of the momentum and delivered a whirlwind kick that touched the ground.

The kick came so fast and hard that Ding Shimaan had no time to react and could only raise his arms to protect his head.

Bang!

The kick was so powerful that Ding Shimaan staggered to the side and felt his arm go numb.

"War dance kick technique?"

Shan Wenxiong did not answer. He touched the ground with his foot and flew into the air. His toes were like spears, kicking straight forward.

Ding Shimaan's fighting spirit was fully aroused. Instead of retreating, he rushed forward. He first slapped his feet with his palms, then slapped upwards quickly, hitting Shan Wenxiong's chest with one palm.

The tiger climbs the mountain hard!

Shan Wenxiong twisted his waist, pushed his palms against the ground, spun sideways in the air, and kicked out with his leg.

Ding Shimaan dodged to the side, turned his palm and supported the opponent, then quickly got close to him and fought.

The force was so great that Shan Wenxiong was knocked flying and hit a tree.

Fortunately, he had great kung fu skills and did not suffer any injuries.

After landing, he saw Ding Shimaan swinging his arm to hit him, but he did not take it head-on, but lowered his head and dodged to the side.

The arm hit the tree and broke the trunk instantly, showing how powerful the force was.

After Shan Wenxiong dodged, he formed his hands into claws and pounced like a falcon hunting.

Eagle claw?

Ding Shimaan was alert in his heart. After all, fist was third, palm was second, and finger was first.

Among fist, palm and fingers, only fingers are the most ferocious.

Whether it's digging eyes, grabbing crotch, or grappling and hitting, it's all very powerful.

If you encounter someone with strong finger strength, any time you get caught by him, a piece of flesh will fall off your body.

Therefore, when he saw Shan Wenxiong use Eagle Claw, Ding Shiman did not dare to be too careless.

He took a few steps back to avoid the first wave of claws, then saw the opportunity and raised his hands to strike out with one palm.

Shan Wenxiong took a half step back, turned his wrist, and was about to grab Ding Shimaan's arm.

Butte Shimaan was very quick and quickly pulled it back, then formed his hands into tiger claws and suddenly pounced out.

At this moment, Shan Wenxiong was like a frightened bird, and dodged quickly, but the sharp claws on his hands were waiting for an opportunity to move.

The two men fought back and forth, and the fight was extremely fierce.

It’s a pity that there are no spectators here, otherwise there would definitely be cheers from the audience.

After the two had fought for more than twenty moves, Shan Wenxiong suddenly saw an opportunity and struck out with his eagle claws, leaving six bloody marks on Ding Shiman's arms.

If Ding Shimaan had not been protected by his true Qi and if he had not reacted quickly, he would have lost two kilograms of flesh.

But Ding Shimaan was no pushover either. While Shan Wenxiong had both hands out and the middle door was wide open, he turned around and kicked the opponent in the stomach.

If this kick had gone just a little lower, it would have been fatal.

But this time Shan Wenxiong was also not feeling well. Not only was it painful, he was almost kicked in the stomach and could not continue to chase.

The two men stopped and stood staring at each other.

"Are you coming again?" Ding Shimaan asked.

Shan Wenxiong said in a deep voice: "Come!"

"Then come over here."

“…You go first.”

"That kick from me didn't feel good, did it?"

"Hmph, it doesn't hurt."

"Really."

Ding Shimaan suddenly raised his foot, and Shan Wenxiong immediately jumped back half a step and took a defensive posture.

But who would have thought that Ding Shimaan just raised his foot and patted the grass clippings on it.

"Huh? What are you doing?"

Shan Wenxiong's face twitched, and he stretched out his arms and swung them, saying calmly: "Nothing, just stretching my muscles and bones, and doing some luck."

"Oh~~~"