The two stood face to face, neither holding weapons in their hands. They were going to compete with fists and kicks first. This was also the normal way of martial arts competition. If both parties have no obvious objections, the comparison will generally be based on fists and kicks first, and weapons second. As for hidden weapons and light skills, as long as no one specifically requests it, there is no need to compete.
This kind of Jianghu rules was even adopted by the imperial court, which led to the same order in the martial arts examinations, but with the addition of mounted archery at the end.
Zhang Wuxin's eyes never left Yu Dayou, like a wolf staring at its prey. Yu Dayou looked dumb, like a stupid roe deer who didn't realize the danger. He was dumbfounded, which was what he was talking about.
The onlookers got a little impatient and couldn't help but booed. Unexpectedly, as soon as the boos started ringing, Zhang Wuxin rushed out like a gong.
Many people's boos were choked in their throats, and they turned into exclamations halfway through. Because Zhang Wuxin was so fast, he felt as if he was thrown out by someone, and it was not like the speed generated by the force exerted by his own feet. The ten-step distance between the two people disappeared in an instant.
Then everyone saw a flower in front of their eyes, and saw countless fist shadows flying in the air, almost covering Yu Dayou. Because Xiao Feng was in the center of the hall, closest to the competition site, and had a VIP-level front row seat, he felt the most direct and intense. The wind from the fist could blow his hair and clothes from several meters away, causing a strong sense of suffocation.
If I were on the field, I would probably be lying down by now, Xiao Feng thought objectively.
It's not that Zhang Wuxin really has strength and speed beyond human common sense like in martial arts novels, but at least it is close to human limits. Xiao Feng compared it in his mind. This kind of punching speed and stepping speed even exceeded the speed of most future boxing champions.
Yu Dayou remained motionless, only waving his fists. The two fists collided in the air countless times, making a crashing sound like raindrops. The sound effect of the main hall is very good. If it were played outside, it would definitely not be so loud, but the audience would never enjoy it so much. Everyone opened their mouths wide and could not make a sound. Even Jiajing looked fascinated through the colorful barrier raised.
The shadow of the fist in the air suddenly changed and turned into the shadow of the palm, and the speed was faster. Xiao Feng understands that in terms of speed, palm skills are always faster than punches. The palm is like a sword and the fist is like a hammer. Although the sword is not as powerful as a hammer, its speed and change are much faster.
Moreover, the area of the palm is larger than that of the fist, covering more sight in the air, and the visual impact is much more shocking than that of the fist. People could still see the faces of the two people in the shadow of the fist before, but now the entire upper body is covered, and people can only see the shadows of the palms flying, and the strong wind they bring is much stronger than the wind of the fist.
VIP audience member Xiao Feng's clothes were flying all over his body, his expression was as usual, he looked at the fairy-like figure, looking cool and suave. Everyone couldn't help but marvel, he was indeed a real person, he was indeed extraordinary in style!
After turning his fist into a palm, Yu Dayou's feet also moved. His palm movements were light and his punches were heavy. He could stand still and deal with Zhang Wuxin's punches, but he couldn't stand still and deal with Zhang Wuxin's palms. The muffled sound of fists clashing turned into the crisp sound of palms hitting each other, like a series of firecrackers. Those who didn't know better thought that these two people were applauding their own kung fu.
Zhang Wuxin is dressed in white, but Yu Dayou is dressed in black. The two of them are scurrying high and low, circling like the yin and yang fish of Tai Chi. The scene is extremely beautiful and shocking! Everyone on the field was dazzled and exclaimed again and again.
Jiajing rarely opened his eyes wide, looked at the two people in the field, and kept nodding: "This is the secret of Taoist martial arts! How can ordinary warriors understand it?"
Before he finished speaking, the shadow of his legs appeared in the shadow of his palm, and the two of them spun around faster! The figure also started to rise and fall from the ground to the air, rising and falling one after another. His legs kicked in succession, making loud noises, and his palms did not stop at all. It was like a two-dimensional Tai Chi diagram that turned into an up and down three-dimensional figure. .
People were shocked by this violent aesthetic, and even those with a little bit of ink in their stomachs were searching for suitable words to express their emotions. However, most of the onlookers are not highly educated and can only hold things in mind.
Such a high-speed fight was extremely exhausting. After a moment, Zhang Wuxin let out a loud roar, jumped back, and retreated seven steps away. Yu Dayou did not pursue him, he just stood there with his palms closed, his chest rising and falling, sweat appearing on his face, but his expression remained calm.
Zhang Wuxin's face was beaded with sweat, but his expression was extremely ecstatic, like a pervert seeing a beautiful woman. Without saying a word, he walked to the sword stand next to him, pulled out two wooden swords, and threw one to Yu Dayou.
Dao Lu Si had long known that the Wuxiu sect's Taoism was to convince people with virtue, so he had made sufficient preparations in advance. There were ten peach wood swords on the sword stand, and the size and weight were exactly the same. This is a forum in the Temple of Heaven, not a martial arts competition. It is absolutely impossible for everyone to use real swords and guns to compete. Moreover, Taoist weapons are very easy to prepare, which is the sword. This is the authentic weapon prescribed by Taoism. Very few Taoist priests can practice weapons other than swords.
If there is a competition between two monks, it will be difficult to prepare. Although the monks use sticks more often, the monks pride themselves on being proficient in all kinds of weapons, so they may not be good at anything. Therefore, in terms of martial arts competition and Taoism, Dao Lusi is much happier than Seng Lusi.
As soon as Yu Dayou caught the wooden sword, Zhang Wuxin was already rolling towards the ground. As soon as he came up, he stabbed and slashed directly towards Yu Dayou's lower body. This is the genius of Zhang Wuxin. He had just competed with Yu Dayou and came up short. He knew that in addition to his inferior skills, Yu Dayou's figure also took him to a great advantage.
The skills of fists and kicks are definitely one inch longer and one inch stronger. Yu Dayou is tall and tall, with long arms and legs, and he takes advantage of him with his fists and kicks. Even with weapons, if Zhang Wuxin attacked Yu Dayou's upper body in a conventional way, he would definitely be attacking the taller one with a lower body, and would be controlled by others.
But now that he is shorter in stature and specializes in Yu Dayou's lower body, Yu Dayou's advantage has turned into a disadvantage. The taller person will suffer from the protection and dodge of the lower body. After Yu Dayou defended a few moves, he knew that this was not going to work. He was not panicked and even smiled at Zhang Wuxin to express his appreciation.
Then, Yu Dayou stepped back, and before Zhang Wuxin could catch up, he swung his wooden sword and swept away thousands of troops with one move!
With this sweep of the sword, a puff of dust and smoke was thrown up from the originally clean brick floor in the main hall! Zhang Wuxin was taking a step forward and blocked it with his wooden sword. There was a snap. Zhang Wuxin's palm went numb, but he still held the sword hilt firmly. However, the mahogany sword could no longer hold up. It broke with a snap and rushed Fly straight past the color barrier!
Huang Jin, who was holding up the colorful curtain, was the first to bear the brunt. Before he could scream in fright, Lu Bing, who was closest to him, had already stood up and grabbed half of the wooden sword. The remaining Jinyiwei masters immediately surrounded Jiajing in the middle.
Jiajing was as calm as ever: "It's just a wooden sword. Why are you panicking? Get out of the way and block me."
Zhang Wuxin had already entered the state of Wu Xin. He didn't even see where the broken sword flew. He threw the wooden sword in his hand, turned around and picked up another wooden sword from the sword stand, and stabbed Yu Dayou again.
Yu Dayou laughed loudly, the sound shook the room. At this time, he completely changed from a martial arts master to a general sweeping the battlefield. He opened and closed the wooden sword in his hand, and his moves were like a broadsword. With one move, he split Huashan Mountain. Zhang Wuxin was unwilling to parry and dodged. Just as he was about to fight back, the half-cut wooden sword suddenly swung horizontally, and another move swept away thousands of troops!
Zhang Wuxin had no choice but to block with his sword. With a "pop" sound, the wooden sword broke again, but this time it flew towards Xiao Feng!
