Yuan Wubin was dead, and Guan Shanming still could not accept this fact.
He squatted before Yuan Wubin's corpse, his head bowed, lost in thought.
Chunshan Long knew well that Yuan Wubin's death was not entirely a disadvantage for him.
As long as Yuan Wubin lived, he was destined to be the future sect leader of the Yan Sui School.
No one else could even cast a glance at it, let alone contend for it!
But now that he was dead, Chunshan Long had the chance to vie for the position!
Therefore, Chunshan Long had to prove himself before his master.
To avenge Yuan Wubin and firmly grasp this position!
"Hmph! Arrogant!"
Chunshan Long looked at Song Qiao standing on the stage, and he could already see the position of sect leader beckoning to him.
With a sudden leap, he sprang in front of Song Qiao.
Standing face to face with Song Qiao, the killing intent in Chunshan Long's eyes erupted instantly.
His clenched fists itched to smash Song Qiao's head.
As long as he successfully avenged Yuan Wubin, the position of sect leader of the Yan Sui School would be his!
Gao Meng raised an eyebrow. She wasn't worried that Song Qiao would be no match for Chunshan Long.
After all, he was her master; even injured, dealing with this kind of trash would be easy.
What she worried about was Guan Shanming, who stood silently by the side!
With Guan Shanming making no move, all her worries had to be put aside for the moment.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on the stage. Chunshan Long stood with his hands behind his back, assuming the posture of a martial arts grandmaster.
He shouted at Song Qiao, "Let you strike first, so you won't have any excuses when you lose later!"
"Are you sure?" Song Qiao couldn't help but be taken aback.
He sized up Chunshan Long, and the more he looked, the more he felt this guy was cut from the same cloth as the recently deceased Yuan Wubin.
Careless! Arrogant, and fond of taking things lightly.
Chunshan Long nodded with confidence, clearly believing Song Qiao was no match for him.
This thought stemmed from his master's perception.
Twice, Guan Shanming had confirmed Song Qiao's aura to be incredibly weak.
His internal energy was also extremely superficial.
When Gao Meng appeared, Guan Shanming even felt that Song Qiao wasn't qualified to be her master.
Coupled with Song Qiao not making a move during the incident with the Tao family, Chunshan Long became even more convinced that this kid was a theorist.
Not good at fighting.
"Then take this!"
A sinister smile played on Song Qiao's lips, and he didn't stand on ceremony with Chunshan Long.
With light steps, he drew a semi-circle in front of him with his right fist.
Watching Song Qiao's casual steps, Chunshan Long sneered.
"Flashy moves!"
As soon as he spoke, Song Qiao's steps suddenly changed.
He adopted a wide stance and strode forward with a bang!
The floor beneath his feet instantly exploded, and a piece of the specially made wooden floor of the training hall shattered.
Swish, swish!
Countless splinters of wood, propelled by the force, shot out like sharp darts!
Whoosh!
A piece of wood, the size of a fingernail, whizzed past Chunshan Long's ear.
It left a shallow bloody scratch on his face.
Blood seeped out, causing his pupils to contract sharply.
Even his heart felt as if it had skipped a beat.
"This is wrong!"
Chunshan Long exclaimed in shock. He hadn't expected Song Qiao to unleash such terrifying power just by initiating his move.
In that instant, many thoughts flashed through his mind.
Finally, he thought of the worst possible scenario.
What his master saw was merely an illusion; this guy was deliberately concealing his strength!
Before Chunshan Long could ponder further, Song Qiao's fist was already upon him!
Boom!
A punch approached Chunshan Long's face, the first thing to arrive being a surging gust of wind.
The icy air vibrated rapidly in the small space before him.
Profound true energy surged towards him like a flood, drying the blood on his cheeks.
Chunshan Long could even feel the true energy seeping through the wound on his face and into his bone marrow!
It made him break out in a cold sweat, and a chill crept up his spine!
This was a chilling sensation, one he had only experienced when his master unleashed his full power!
And now, the person before him was just a youth.
How could he inspire the same feeling?
Ignoring his thoughts, lest he wanted his head smashed in by this punch,
He quickly suppressed his shock and forcefully raised his right hand to block in front of his chest.
The energy in his dantian surged rapidly, and he pushed his palm forward, intending to meet the punch head-on!
Bang.
Fist and palm collided, making a soft clacking sound.
This sound was not right!
"Hmm?"
Song Qiao, who had attacked first, suddenly raised an eyebrow.
His punch's power was being dissipated!
As his fist landed on Chunshan Long's palm, he instantly felt a soft force envelop his fist.
And it guided the power outwards, dispersing it!
Song Qiao was no stranger to this feeling; he had encountered many skilled users of Tai Chi when fighting others.
Although Chunshan Long's methods were not purely Tai Chi, they shared a similar principle of "using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds."
As expected of the Yan Sui School!
Even though Song Qiao had always been at odds with this school, he had to admit that their techniques were indeed interesting.
"Again!"
Song Qiao let out a loud shout, retracted his fist abruptly, and unleashed another powerful blow!
"Damn it!" Seeing Song Qiao's relentless assault, Chunshan Long's expression darkened.
He clenched his palm into a fist, making the same gesture.
This time, he intended to trade blow for blow!
Boom!
A resounding explosion!
It was like two giant hammers smashing together.
The floor beneath their feet shattered bit by bit, and splinters of wood scattered around like snowflakes!
"Cough, cough..."
"Ptooey, ptooey..."
The onlookers quickly raised their arms to shield their eyes, not wanting to be blinded.
But they inevitably inhaled a mouthful of dust.
As the crowd's vision was obscured, a muffled thud echoed from the arena again!
It sounded like a cannonball being fired.
The crowd suddenly focused their gaze and saw Chunshan Long flying through the air!
"What happened?"
"So fast!"
No one could clearly explain what had just transpired.
Nor had they anticipated the battle ending so swiftly.
When they regained their senses, Chunshan Long had already lost?
Whoosh!
Just as Chunshan Long was about to crash into the wall, a figure flashed by, swiftly appearing behind him.
With a gentle push of his palm against Chunshan Long's back, he intercepted him.
The person intended to say something, but his expression suddenly changed drastically.
Because the force of Song Qiao's punch exceeded even his imagination!
So strong!
The person murmured in surprise, and his feet dug firmly into the ground.
He even raised another hand to grip Chunshan Long's shoulder, finally managing to stop him.
"I... cough..."
As soon as Chunshan Long spoke, he couldn't suppress the surging punch force within his chest.
He couldn't help but cough up two mouthfuls of blood.
The person raised a hand, signaling him to step aside.
Then, with his hands behind his back, he looked at Song Qiao and said.
"Chunshan's skill is lacking. I'll fight you!"
Song Qiao smiled at the newcomer, who was none other than Guan Shanming!