Chapter 216 Poor guy
Cheng Kun, who was originally angry, heard them cursing, but his anger disappeared and he became complacent. He laughed and said, "Go ahead and curse me. Curse harder. The more you curse, the happier I will feel. Hahahaha!"
Xin Zhen shook his head and said, "He is also a pitiful person."
Cheng Kun was furious again when he heard this, and said, "Someone took my beloved wife away, and I took his life. I spent my entire life's efforts to destroy his life's hard work. This is what a real man does. How can it be pitiful?"
Xin Zhen smiled and said, "It's just your wishful thinking. If your cousin loved you, why would she die for Yang Dingtian?"
Yang Xiao and others burst into laughter when they heard it.
Zhou Dian laughed loudly and said, "Yes, yes, he is such a pitiful person, so self-indulgent and wishful thinking, hahahahaha."
Cheng Kun heard the laughter of the crowd. He was so angry that he shook his body and slapped Xin Zhen with his palm. The power of his palm was like a tidal wave and he wanted to kill Xin Zhen with one palm.
Zhou Dian exclaimed in surprise: "Be careful!"
Xin Zhen did not dodge or evade, but met the attack with a palm.
Zhou Dian shouted, "You're in trouble. Cheng Kun has great inner strength. Brother Zhou is too young. How can he fight against him? Isn't this just using one's own weakness to attack the enemy's strength?"
But there was a loud bang, and Cheng Kun took several steps back, but Xin Zhen remained expressionless.
Cheng Kun was shocked and looked at Xin Zhen in doubt. Xin Zhen was famous in the martial arts world for his Hunyuan Thunderbolt Palm. No one had ever been able to gain the upper hand against him in a palm fight for so long. Moreover, his palm was mixed with the cold internal force of the Phantom Yin Finger, so it seemed that Zhou Yan was not hit.
Not only that, he even felt that there was a warm yet powerful internal force contained in Xin Zhen's palm power, which eliminated his cold palm power.
Xin Zhen shook his hands to shake off the coldness, and started a new boxing stance, saying with a smile: "Cheng Kun, you have something. Come on, let's try again."
Xin Zhen waved his hand.
Cheng Kun snorted, and his body flashed in front of Xin Zhen, and he slapped Xin Zhen in the face with one palm. However, in mid-air, his strike suddenly changed into a fist, then a palm, and then into finger techniques, almost like a phantom, covering all the major acupoints on Xin Zhen's body.
Xin Zhen sneered, "What a gimmick!"
Xin Zhen circled his left hand, and a powerful force suddenly made Cheng Kun feel a little unsteady on his feet. He quickly lowered his center of gravity, swung his right palm, and slid his left palm from under his armpit to Xin Zhen's ribs.
With a "hey" sound, Xin Zhen's right fist hidden behind his back hit Cheng Kun's face like lightning. Before the impact hit Cheng Kun, he felt an overwhelming force coming at him. He dared not continue to hit him and quickly retracted his palm to defend himself.
But this punch was unstoppable and had to be taken.
Cheng Kun rushed forward with both palms, and a burst of force came like a mountain torrent. He felt his feet were weak and felt like they would be washed away in the next moment. Cheng Kun steadied his feet with his Qi sinking into his Dantian. Before he could respond, he heard Xin Zhen's deep voice: "Ban Lan Chui!"
Xin Zhen retracted and swung his right fist, turned around, and used his fist as a hammer, striking forward fiercely.
Cheng Kun let out a deep voice, gathered all his strength in his palms and attacked again, with another loud bang. Xin Zhen laughed, "Shaolin Nine Yang Gong, you did learn something when you sneaked into Shaolin. Yes, you are the Nine Yang Gong, and I am the Pure Yang Wuji Gong, which can be regarded as the same source. Let's see who has deeper skills. Take my hammer again!"
Xin Zhen moved forward and swung the pendulum, and there was another bang. Cheng Kun retreated several steps, and Xin Zhen moved forward again and swung the pendulum, not giving Cheng Kun any chance to catch his breath!
Xin Zhen stepped forward and struck out thirteen times in succession. Cheng Kun retreated step by step, and every time he retreated, the stone bricks under his feet shattered.
The energy from the two men's collision reverberated throughout the hall, and the loud noise made Ji Xiaofu feel her ears ringing.
Yang Xiao and others watched the two men fighting in amazement. They were shocked by Xin Zhen's powerful internal strength and extremely fierce boxing skills, and were also surprised that Cheng Kun could actually withstand such overwhelming and fierce boxing skills of Xin Zhen.
Xin Zhen stopped attacking after throwing thirteen punches. He was quite satisfied with himself. These thirteen punches fully demonstrated the power of Tai Chi and he gained a lot from it.
It is not easy to find such an opponent. Xin Zhen actually felt a sense of sympathy towards Cheng Kun: What a good opponent!
When Xin Zhen fought with Master Miejue, he realized the softness of Tai Chi, and when he fought with Cheng Kun, he realized the hardness of Tai Chi. At this point, he had a complete understanding of the combination of hardness and softness in Tai Chi.
Xin Zhen was quite satisfied, but Cheng Kun was horrified.
It was true that he took the thirteen blows just now, but afterwards, he felt as if all his internal organs were shaken out of their original positions, and all the bones and joints in his body seemed to be dislocated. Now he felt that even taking a step or raising his hand was very difficult!
Cheng Kun took several steps back, staggered and sat down against the wall, and then spoke with difficulty: "What kind of boxing is this? It's so powerful, I'm afraid it's the most powerful boxing in the world, right?"
Xin Zhen smiled and said, "This boxing style is called Tai Chi, it is extremely hard and extremely soft. You just experienced its fierceness but not its softness. Come on, try it again."
Cheng Kun chuckled, leaned against the wall and stood up, grinning, "Come on!"
He gathered his true energy and raised his palm, and his bones made a sound like frying beans. Seeing Cheng Kun's momentum, Xin Zhen knew that this palm was a life-and-death move by Cheng Kun, and once it was launched, it would surely be earth-shattering. He did not dare to be careless and immediately concentrated his energy into his dantian.
But Cheng Kun shouted and slapped out from a distance. Xin Zhen was a little confused and thought to himself that this was a palm strike. He wanted to use the palm strike to hurt me. Was he overthinking it?
No, he wants to use poison!
Xin Zhen did not dare to be careless. He rolled out his sleeves, creating a strong wind to collide with it. Even if there was medicine powder in the palm wind, it could all be rolled back.
There is nothing wrong with this response. Cheng Kun has no bottom line. Who knows what tricks he will use? But what is unexpected is that Cheng Kun actually used a trick to escape. After he chopped out with his palm, he immediately dodged into a side door.
Xin Zhen laughed and scolded: "Good fellow, so you were waiting for me here!"
Xin Zhen immediately chased after him and said, "Zhiruo, you stay with the left envoy, I will go and capture Cheng Kun."
Xin Zhen entered from the side door and saw a small hall. Passing through the hall, he came into a courtyard. The fragrance of flowers was wafting in the air in the courtyard. He saw lights coming through the windows of the west wing. He leaped forward, pushed open the door, and saw a gray shadow flashing. Cheng Kun lifted an embroidered curtain and ran in.
Xin Zhen smiled, then lifted the curtain and walked in, but Cheng Kun had disappeared.
Xin Zhen took a quick look and found that he was now in the boudoir of a young lady from a wealthy family. He thought that it should be Yang Buhui's boudoir.
Xin Zhen took a look and saw that this boudoir had only one door and the windows were tightly closed, but Cheng Kun disappeared in an instant. This meant that this was the secret passage to Guangmingding.
(End of this chapter)