Cui Feng was quite surprised that Song Qiao could easily dodge his attack.
Although he had held back, only using five successes of his power.
However, he had deliberately exuded killing intent, making people think he truly wanted to kill Song Qiao.
But what truly made him suspicious was that his palm strike was not simple, and should not have been dodged so easily by Song Qiao.
Seeing this, his brows furrowed. It seemed this Song Qiao was indeed not simple and could be considered his opponent.
After all, his specialty was Baguazhang.
This kind of fierce palm technique also had its own traditions among the common folk. However, the common folk traditions were far inferior to those in the military, especially in terms of lethality.
This was because the military existed for slaughter.
Military martial arts aimed to maximize the enemy's casualties.
And his practiced Baguazhang had reached a peak state, arguably existing at the very top.
Just as Gao Run had said before, his victory in the Northern War Zone's all-army martial arts competition was not just talk.
Yet now, facing this Song Qiao, this young man had made him misjudge.
A palm strike that was almost a sure hit was so easily dodged by the opponent.
And the opponent used Xingyiquan.
Xingyiquan was relatively easy to start with, but it was easy to learn and difficult to master.
But the opponent's Xingyiquan seemed to have been practiced for decades.
This was completely inconsistent with his age. Was he a martial arts genius? Or perhaps, was there a stronger sect or force supporting him?
This realization made him feel even more uncertain.
Perhaps he had truly encountered a master today, a person of unfathomable depth.
Thinking this, he felt even more awe.
However, he knew it was not the time to give up.
Even if he wanted to let this person go, the other party would not let him go.
He was in a predicament, like riding a tiger.
So, he once again increased his power and attacked Song Qiao.
Regardless of anything else, he had to fight first, and he had to win.
Surrender?
That was not his style.
If he held back, he might be ambushed by the opponent, or even be seen as looking down on him, thus inviting greater trouble.
Thus, he subtly shifted his feet, stepping into the Bagua stance, his movements seemingly circuitous yet direct as he surged forward.
On the opposite side, Song Qiao again nimbly evaded.
He felt that Cui Feng's attacks were somewhat undeserved of his reputation.
"This is it? And you dare claim to be the champion of the martial arts competition? Your moves are so weak, like a woman's!"
Song Qiao dodged and once again entered his taunting mode.
At this moment, the onlookers were somewhat stunned.
They had never imagined that Song Qiao could withstand several of Cui Feng's attacks without being at a disadvantage. It seemed Cui Feng was chasing Song Qiao but couldn't land a hit.
What was going on?
"Could he be holding back?" someone whispered.
"Why would he hold back?"
"Doesn't he have the Supreme Card?"
"If he really acknowledged the card, he wouldn't fight at all. He would just admit defeat!"
"That's true."
Seeing this scene, Xu Chao was also a bit dumbfounded.
"What's going on? Is Song Qiao trying to pull some ridiculous stunt with Cui Feng?"
Xu Chao couldn't believe it and frowned.
He narrowed his small eyes, lost in thought.
However, his swollen pig-like head felt very uncomfortable.
Gao Meng watched Song Qiao and Cui Feng spar with a calm expression.
In her opinion, Song Qiao's ease was normal; he should be invincible.
On the other side, Gao Run frowned slightly.
"What is Cui Feng doing? Isn't Manager Cui very capable?"
For some reason, she felt a sense of unease.
In the arena, Song Qiao evaded again, then let out a light laugh, "Heh, it's my turn to attack!"
Saying this, he stopped dodging and retreating. Instead, he took a step forward, changing his direction of movement, and charged straight towards Cui Feng's face.
Cui Feng was shocked.
He really hadn't expected that Song Qiao hadn't used his full strength before, and that the counterattack would come so swiftly.
His vision blurred, and Song Qiao's fist was already in front of him.
Cui Feng raised his arm, wanting to protect his vulnerable chest.
However, he was still a step too slow.
As his right hand just lifted, he saw Song Qiao flip his hand and deliver a solid hook.
*Slap!*
Cui Feng's chest was hit hard by Song Qiao's punch.
An immense force struck him.
Cui Feng felt a sharp pain in his chest.
The chest pain was intense, blood rushed upwards, and it felt as if his bones were about to break.
In a flash.
Cui Feng flew backward.
The crowd was shocked. They all knew Song Qiao was strong and could fight Cui Feng to a standstill, an equal match.
But they hadn't expected the situation to reverse so suddenly, with Cui Feng taking such a heavy blow from Song Qiao.
"Ah?" Gao Run panicked. She tightly clutched her bag, her mouth agape, wanting to step forward but not daring to move.
She wanted to retreat but her feet wouldn't move.
Xu Chao also hadn't expected this. He opened his mouth and stammered, "This is like a 'fierce dragon crossing the river'!"
Gao Meng's face lit up with a brilliant smile. She clenched her fist tightly and raised it with force, "Yes!"
Suddenly, Gao Hai made a sound of pain, causing the doctor who was cleaning his wound to flinch.
A piece of glass was just being held by him.
Upon hearing his cry, she actually pushed the fragment even deeper.
"Ah! What are you doing?" Gao Hai roared.
The doctor quickly apologized, "Sorry! But please don't move around or shout! It really affects our concentration. Shall we move to the side and find a quiet place!"
"Sigh, forget it, just do it here, but be slower next time!" Gao Hai said, groaning.
Cui Feng dodged to the side, retreated a couple of steps, and charged forward again.
He decided to stop holding back; he was going to unleash his power!
Otherwise, he might be killed by Song Qiao, let alone anything about the future.
He turned his palm into a fist, his feet shifted, and he charged diagonally towards Song Qiao.
At this moment, his internal energy had reached its peak.
With this strike, he appeared full of vigor and spirit.
The onlookers watched him, feeling as if he were a descending deity, carrying an unparalleled aura of might.
He was also like a meteor falling from the sky, carrying an aura of world-destroying power.
Even standing nearby, they could feel that incredibly potent aura.
This was not an aura that a human should possess.
Cui Feng struck the empty space beside Song Qiao.
Everyone felt that Song Qiao was doomed in the next moment.
At the same time, Cui Feng secretly kicked upwards.
He predicted Song Qiao's movement direction, expecting him to collide with the lingering energy of his previous palm strike.
As long as Song Qiao ran into the energy he unleashed, he would be hindered and even severely injured.
Only then would he have a slim chance of survival.
Unexpectedly, Song Qiao seemed to have seen through his intentions long ago.
He acted swiftly, pressing down with one hand to block the foot that was about to kick him, and with the other hand, he directly swung out, striking the empty space in front of Cui Feng.
Then, the crowd's vision blurred.
They saw Cui Feng fly backward, covering a distance of five zhang, and crash heavily onto a coffee table.
The coffee table, several meters long, was ancient and elegant in design, made of thick wood. With a "crack," it broke into two pieces.
The various items and decorations on it also shattered instantly.
Fragments flew everywhere.
Cui Feng did not resist the force directly.
He rolled with the direction of the force, his body hitting the ground heavily.
He had undergone arduous training in the army, and although his qi and blood were greatly disturbed, and the area hit on his chest was excruciatingly painful,
He still managed to roll over and get up from the ground, one hand clutching his chest and the other pressing on his right leg to check for injuries.
The area struck by Song Qiao was currently enduring an indescribable pain.
He had been injured in the military before, but never this severely or strangely.
He couldn't help but be amazed. That force was wreaking havoc inside him.
*Puff!*
He spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Only then did he feel the stuffiness in his chest lessen considerably.
He took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Song Qiao, filled with disbelief, and asked, "Niúshé juǎn cǎo jìn?"