Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 259 - 89: Twisting Steel Like Clay (Part 2)

Baji Iron Mountain Lean!

With this attack, he struck with full force, his arm and shoulder muscles knotted, ferocious and fierce.

Once, Zhang Yong had shattered a several-inch-thick wooden door with this very collision. On a human body, it could mean broken bones or even death.

Tian Liang's pupils contracted, not daring to take it head-on. He sidestepped to avoid it, and at the same time, his body moved like a willow as his legs lashed out in a flurry, resembling the sweeping of fallen leaves.

His kicks were fast and fierce.

It was as if springs were installed on his legs, and each kick sliced through the air with a whooshing sound.

Shadowless Leg?

Zhang Yong's eyes glinted. He twisted his body to block laterally, his hands moved like seals closing and legs rooted like old trees, quickly closing the gap between the two.

Leg Technique,

Only by maintaining a distance can its power be fully unleashed.

"Hmph!"

Tian Liang snorted softly. His form suddenly contracted, his robust body abruptly stretching like a serpent, as he unleashed a series of flips, drills, and thrusts with both hands.

Crack!

His clothes whipped through the air, producing a crisp sound. If it landed on a person, the consequences would be unimaginable. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Flower Fist?

Zhang Yong spun and attacked with his elbow, crashing into it forcefully.

Baji Fist and Xingyi Fist have similar origins, many techniques have evolved from spear techniques, including using the elbow as a spear.

This elbow,

was like a spear thrusting like a dragon, shattering everything in its path.

"Nice!"

Tian Liang shouted, his form changing yet again. His boxing was vigorous, opening large and closing swiftly. Upon closer inspection, it surprisingly contained the finesse of Xingyi Beng Fist and Baji Inch Force.

The room was not small.

It could easily accommodate over ten people dining together.

However, a large round table in the center occupied most of the space, and with other people around, there wasn't much room to move.

The two started off with restraint, exchanging blows back and forth. But as the intensity escalated, they could no longer care about the surrounding environment.

"Bang!"

Chairs and stools shattered.

"Clang..."

A vase hit the ground.

"Boom!"

The large round table was also kicked away, setting upright against the wall, revealing the wooden frame below, which was then slightly smashed by their crisscrossing legs.

Everyone retreated in fear of being involved, except for Fang Zheng who remained standing with his hands behind his back.

"Not bad skills."

Zhang Yong growled:

"But still not as good as mine!"

As he spoke, he stepped with the Yu Step to close the distance between them, using his elbow as a spear, aiming aggressively at Tian Liang's weak points, increasing the ferocity of his attacks by another notch.

"Clap clap..."

"Bang!"

Their fists and elbows collided, the sound of impact was as abrupt as a rainstorm, alarming everyone watching.

Tian Liang ultimately lacked a solid foundation. Although he had learned Heart Intent Fist and understood the principle of letting the fist follow the mind, he couldn't keep up with his reactions.

With a low grunt, he was directly punched in the chest, sent flying back, and upon landing, his vision blurred, unable to get up immediately.

"Clap!"

"Clap clap!"

Fang Zheng gently clapped his hands, showing an expression of appreciation:

"Not bad, your Baji Fist shows some skill, seems you've practiced diligently. Few are willing to put in this effort in modern society."

"Boss!" Tian Liang struggled to get up, face filled with shame:

"I embarrassed you."

"No matter." Fang Zheng shook his head:

"You've only been practicing martial arts for a short time; persisting this long is already commendable."

"Boss Fang praises excessively." Zhang Yong hadn't withdrawn his fists. Instead, he looked directly at Fang Zheng with intense eyes:

"I've always heard of Boss Fang's remarkable skills, but unfortunately never had the opportunity to witness them. Now that I have, may I challenge you with a few moves?"

"Hmm..." Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow:

"You want to spar with me?"

"Indeed." Zhang Yong nodded, his tone aggressive:

"Or could it be, Boss Fang, that you're afraid?"

"Not that." Fang Zheng shook his head lightly.

"Just seems somewhat bullying."

Even if Li Hutian were here, he wouldn't last beyond three moves in front of me. The disparity in strength is too vast, diminishing any interest in making a move.

"What arrogance." Zhang Yong snorted lightly, not waiting for a response, he rushed forward directly, opening the way again with Baji Iron Mountain Lean.

"Bang!"

This strike hit solidly.

But it didn't hit a person, it was halted by a hand. Fang Zheng extended his five fingers, gently blocking in front of him, seemingly without exertion.

Yet this simple block brought Zhang Yong to a standstill. Even giving his all, he couldn't advance an inch.

"Hah!"

He let out a low bark, flinging his arm sharply, bringing his fingers tightly together for a fierce jab forward.

The target was the waist's vital spot.

This move was extremely insidious, aiming at the kidney's lifeblood. If an ordinary person got hit, they could forget about having children in the second half of their life.

In severe cases,

dying on the spot was not unusual.

"Swish!"

The five fingers stabbed empty air.

Zhang Yong's expression remained unchanged. If the opponent were so easily hit, he wouldn't have such a great reputation. Instantly, his five fingers turned into a claw, fiercely grabbing to the side.

Eagle Claw Skill!

Very few knew that besides practicing Baji Fist, he also trained in Eagle Claw Skill, reaching a level where his five fingers could smash bricks.

One hit, one stab, and one claw, a chain of three consecutive attacks, no one had ever escaped his hidden hand since his debut.

Fang Zheng,

would be no different!

"Swish!"

The five fingers grazed past, brushing against the clothes but landing in vain.

How could it be?

Zhang Yong felt bewildered, seeing Fang Zheng with a hand behind his back, maintaining a calm demeanor, as if watching a child playing around.

Damn it!

I won't accept this!

Clenching his teeth, Zhang Yong suddenly twisted his body. His left wrist quivered, and a trace of cold gleam emerged, stabbing straight at Fang Zheng's throat.

Dagger!

"Hmm?"

Fang Zheng squinted, extending two fingers to catch it lightly.

With this pinch, it was like grabbing a snake by its seven inches. Zhang Yong, charging with the dagger couldn't advance another inch.

"A weapon?"

Gazing at the dagger flickering with cold light, Fang Zheng gently shook his head, looking regretful:

"Such debasement disgraces Baji Fist."

Saying so, he reached out and took the dagger, rubbing it gently between his hands, and the sharp dagger in his hands was crumpled into a lump of metal as easily as molding clay.