Under the scorching sun, a light breeze brushed against the face, but it did not bring any hint of coolness.
On either side of the field, four figures were locked in pairs, seemingly engaged in combat.
No, calling it “combat” wouldn’t be quite accurate!
A giant, hulking man, resembling a prehistoric beast, was chasing a young man in a white shirt and suspenders, now covered in dust, all over the field.
Nearby, an iron hammer tossed aside by Cai Kun lay with its head deeply dented, the depression vaguely showing a fist imprint.
…
On the other side of the field, two shadowy figures were also engaged in battle.
Amidst the flying grass, a long staff whooshed past Bao Yu’s ear.
“Shaozi Staff!”
Seizing the moment when the youth before him swung his staff with his right hand, leaving his chest slightly exposed with only his left hand in defense…
Bao Yu swiftly advanced.
His gray monk robes billowed, and he sank into a horse stance, sidestepping as he struck a palm toward Wei Hong’s chest, producing a loud sonic boom.
This was the second stance of the Yi Jin Jing, the Weituo Presents the Pestle move.
Wei Hong’s right hand had no time to recover in defense. As Bao Yu’s powerful palm strike neared, Wei retreated, raising his left hand to deflect.
Bao Yu felt as though a mere child was pushing against his palm—feather-light. Wei Hong’s retreating movements appeared sluggish, almost like a snail, in Bao Yu’s eyes.
It seems I overestimated your strength…
This palm strike could kill you!
Bao Yu abruptly withdrew 80% of the force behind his strike, and as a result, Wei Hong managed to divert the attack, though it still landed on his shoulder.
Wei Hong, unaware of Bao Yu’s restraint, gritted his teeth and stepped back twice. “Master Bao Yu, your skills are truly impressive. Let’s see how you handle my Dividing Monkey Staff technique.”
With that, he crouched low, his staff sweeping horizontally toward Bao Yu’s legs.
Bao Yu leaped into the air, arms spread, and kicked out with his right leg toward Wei Hong’s face.
Yi Jin Jing, Eagle Claw, and Spread Wings technique.
Wei Hong quickly retracted his staff, raising it to block in front of his face.
In the next second…
“Crack!”
The staff snapped in two, right where it had taken a hit from Bao Yu’s earlier strike. Wei Hong was sent flying backward.
He hit the ground hard, clutching his shoulder.
After a few seconds of struggling, he barely managed to stand and threw down the broken staff.
Bowing with clasped fists, he said, “Master Bao Yu, I must admit, the gap between us is like heaven and earth. You’re aiming for the top spot, and I won’t embarrass myself further. I wish you the best of luck!”
“Thank you,” Bao Yu nodded in return.
Wei Hong picked up the broken staff and walked toward the edge of the field, his figure visibly dejected.
…
On the other side, the battle had also come to an end.
No, it couldn’t even be called a battle.
At this moment, Cai Kun was lying flat on the ground, his face swollen like a pig’s head, blood at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes unfocused as he stared at the sky.
Beside him stood Hassett Nong, wiping his fist with a cloth.
His already shovel-shaped face was now twisted with an exaggerated pout. “This sissy… came to fight with so much makeup on? Got my hand all dirty!”
He looked up at Bao Yu not far away, grinning, “Little monk, I’ve been waiting for you for quite a while now. You took your time!”
“Come! Let’s see how you handle my fists!!”
Hassett Nong took a few steps, gaining momentum, and then leaped high into the air.
Like a gorilla soaring upward, he blocked out the sun from Bao Yu’s sight.
In an instant, his massive body, brimming with overwhelming power, came crashing down toward Bao Yu, his fists like twin sledgehammers.
Bao Yu stood frozen, staring at the incoming figure, unmoving…
The referee on the platform jumped up in surprise, his eyes fixed on the scene without blinking.
The sparse crowd began to stir, some girls even shouting out loud.
“Master Bao Yu, be careful!”
“Move quickly! That hit will be the end of you!”
“Go, Master Bao Yu! Turn that big oaf into a pighead and avenge Kun Kun!”
“He’s so handsome, but he seems kind of weak…”
Just as the last comment was uttered, Bao Yu suddenly turned his head toward the stands, instantly spotting the man who had spoken.
Do you think I’m weak???
After the last fight, Bao Yu felt he had a clear understanding of his strength compared to the average participant.
Though the Shaolin lay disciple earlier might have been the weakest in the competition…
Now, facing this behemoth…
This so-called descendant of the Golden Family, Borjigin Hassett Nong, had no intention of backing down.
As a monk, he felt his blood boiling, his fighting spirit igniting!
He was ready to take this hit head-on. He wanted to test the strength of this supposed Kublai Khan descendant.
In the next second, the two figures collided mid-air with a deafening thud.
Bao Yu’s knees bent slightly, his arms crossed above his head, his loose sleeves falling to reveal a bit of his pale wrists.
In stark contrast were Hassett Nong’s large, hairy fists crashing down.
To the audience, it seemed as though a shockwave erupted from the impact, spreading out from the center where the two met.
“This… he blocked it?”
“With such a difference in size, how is that possible?”
“My husband is amazing! So strong!!!”
“…???”
Bao Yu let out a guttural yell, his voice rising to his throat.
“HA!!!”
His arms surged with power as he pushed upward, sending Hassett Nong staggering backward. The giant struggled to regain his balance, his eyes wide in shock.
“You… you have natural strength?”
“No, I practice martial arts!”
Bao Yu wasted no time, darting forward like lightning.
His left hand rose to his shoulder while his right arm shot forward in a spear-like thrust.
Yi Jin Jing, Azure Dragon Reaches Out.
Despite being much larger and broader, Hassett Nong dared not underestimate the strike. The earlier exchange had made it clear that this little monk possessed power far beyond his own.
Hassett Nong extended his right hand, attempting to grasp Bao Yu’s outstretched arm, but the monk’s movement was as slippery as an eel.
Before he could react, his chest took the full brunt of the blow.
His massive frame was sent flying several meters, landing heavily on the ground, his clothes torn at the chest, revealing a bright red claw mark imprinted on his skin.
“Ugh…”
He struggled to his feet, like a raging bear, tearing off his shirt, baring his dark, muscular torso covered in thick chest hair, and glaring fiercely at Bao Yu.
Bao Yu subtly shook his right hand behind his back, a fleeting look of disgust crossing his face…
Hassett Nong charged again.
But Bao Yu had already lost interest. This man posed no threat, though he might be slightly stronger than Wei Hong earlier…
Still…
In the presence of a lion, what difference is there between a mouse and a cat?
The so-called “Borjigin” of the Golden Family was a disappointment.
With his raw power, Hassett Nong could certainly take on most opponents. But without any refined techniques, his fighting style was riddled with flaws in Bao Yu’s eyes.
As a monk trained by a prestigious master, encountering such a brute…
It was hardly stimulating for Bao Yu.
His mind now focused on only a handful of others: Wang Ye, Zhang Lingyu, Zhuge Qing… and a few more.
As for Zhang Chulan…
I’ll deal with him after this competition!
Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152