Martial Arts Longevity Begins with the Equipment Slot

Chapter 12 The fist's power is like a tiger, crushing everything in its path.

Although the iron tower looks intimidating, it is not as strong or fast as me.

At best, it's only at the level of mastering the Blood Refinement stage.

Chen Yu understood the situation and stopped probing, switching from defense to offense.

He strode forward and suddenly unleashed a move called "Tiger Descending from the Mountain".

This is the fastest move in the Five Tiger Fist style.

It emphasizes surprise, preemptive strikes, and victory through force.

The whole force surges up from the soles of the feet, passes through the legs, hips, waist, and back, and stacks up to the acromion.

A fist was thrown out, fast and fierce.

The tower hurriedly dodged, but his eyes and feet were too slow, and he ultimately failed to evade.

A muffled thud was heard.

The fist struck him squarely in the cheek.

The fist, like a sharp blade, instantly tore a wound in his face, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

Upon seeing the blood drawn, the audience below the stage immediately became excited, with cheers and shouts rising and falling.

"Hit them quickly, hit them hard!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Chen Yu pressed his advantage, throwing punch after punch at the top of the iron tower.

Eiffel Tower took a punch and felt the force of it tear the flesh on his cheekbone to shreds.

Like being struck by a hammer.

Blood splattered into my eyes.

He blinked instinctively, but his eyelashes were stuck with blood.

His vision instantly turned red, and he could only see Chen Yu's blurry outline looming over him again.

He hurriedly raised his hands to defend himself, but Chen Yu's fist had already arrived.

The force of the punch hit his face, and Iron Tower felt a sharp pain in his temple.

Another loud "bang" rang out.

The next moment, the world in his eyes began to lose its color.

Five breaths later.

Chen Yu withdrew his fist, and the massive iron tower collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"The victor is Chen Yu!"

As the referee announced his verdict, the audience erupted in excitement once again.

"Great play, that was a brutal attack!"

"Damn! The Eiffel Tower is such a useless piece of junk!"

"What's this newcomer's name? He seems really talented!"

Second tier of the audience seating.

Song Xiangxiang watched Chen Yu win the first match without changing her expression, as if to say that this was how it should be.

Sitting next to her were several of her cronies.

This includes He Taifeng, the young master of the Eagle Claw Sect; Ma Chengfeng, the young master of the Iron Bull Fist School; and Luo Yiyi, the third young lady of the Luo family of Changhe.

They were all well-known second-generation rich kids from prominent families in Changhe County.

Like Song Xiangxiang, these people were wealthy and had no worries about food or drink, spending their days in cockfighting, dog racing, and gambling for amusement.

"They actually survived one battle, that's interesting!"

He Taifeng looked at Chen Yu on the stage with some surprise.

"Xiangxiang, where did you buy this new daredevil? He's got some skills," Luo Yiyi asked.

"He was born a servant and didn't spend a single tael of silver."

Song Xiangxiang answered with a boastful air.

"Old He, I think you're going to lose today."

Luo Yiyi then turned to He Taifeng.

"This newcomer is no pushover; he should have no problem making it through three games."

He Taifeng scoffed upon hearing this.

"This is only the first match, no rush."

He's seen plenty of talented newcomers.

Although Chen Yu's performance was unexpected, it was still within a controllable range.

The winner of the three fierce battles will face an even stronger opponent.

There are still two more matches to go, it won't be that easy.

Four strong men carried the lifeless iron tower away.

Looking at the gradually cooling body, Chen Yu felt very calm.

I didn't kill him.

Rather, it was the world that killed him.

If you have to blame someone, blame your own lack of ability.

Once you step onto this life-or-death stage, it's either you or me who dies.

Chen Yu had long been mentally prepared.

Of course, I won't show any mercy.

Seizing the opportunity and aiming for a decisive victory is of utmost importance.

There was no time to rest; the second deadly battle was about to begin.

The iron bars opened, and a lean and capable figure slowly stepped out.

This time, the opponent was a bald man, around thirty years old, shirtless, with a blue dragon tattooed on his chest.

When turning around, the muscles of the back undulate like a swimming dragon, winding from the C7 vertebra at the back of the neck all the way to the waist.

There is no excess fat around the waist and abdomen, and the muscles under the ribs are slightly raised.

This is the "Dragon-Shaped Bone Search" skill. It looks thin, but in reality, a single shrug of the shoulder can break a pine tree as thick as a bowl.

"God……"

An old man in a silk shirt in the front row of the stands gasped.

"Is this guy made of iron?"

The bald man walked to the edge of the stage, suddenly squatted down, pushed off the ground with his right foot, and sprang up like a leopard.

With his right hand pressing down on the edge of the table, he used the momentum to flip his body in the air and land lightly and gracefully in the center of the table.

The stands instantly erupted in cheers.

"Okay!" someone patted the railing.

"Lei Bao! It's Lei Bao!"

Someone recognized him, and his voice even changed.

"That guy from Qingzhou? Wasn't he supposed to be crippled?"

"Crippled my foot! Look at that physique, he's as strong as a leopard!"

"He's a Blood Refinement Perfection expert, and he's already won twenty-one consecutive matches. He's much stronger than Iron Tower!"

"The other side is definitely doomed now, I'm going to pressure Lei Bao!"

"You're going to pressure Lei Bao? Then I'm going to pressure the other side."

……

Chen Yu stared intently at Lei Bao, completely undisturbed by the audience.

These off-site cheers are nothing but distracting noise.

Lei Bao entered the arena, and the iron railings fell down.

With the sound of a gong, the deathmatch began.

Chen Yu continued to play it safe, standing with his feet apart, left foot slightly forward and right foot diagonally back.

This is the "Tiger Crouching Step" from the Five Tigers Fist style. The center of gravity is lowered like a rock, as if a mountain king is lying in the grass, ready to pounce.

This stance is both defense and offense; both stillness and movement.

Seeing that Chen Yu did not move, Lei Bao took a big step and rushed forward.

"Come on, take this punch from grandpa first!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Chen Yu suddenly moved.

Instead of lunging forward, he took three steps back to the edge of the platform, with his back against the iron cage.

The audience was stunned for a moment, then someone cursed, "Coward!"

"Why are you running!"

Lei Bao stopped instantly and did not continue the pursuit.

This seasoned fighter may seem rough and reckless, but he is actually very cautious.

After all, surviving twenty-one games clearly indicates some experience.

When faced with a clearly weak opponent, the first reaction is not to pursue, but to observe for traps.

Only after confirming there are no problems should we continue to press forward and reduce the opponent's offensive and defensive space.

"Backing up to the edge of the cage is suicide."

Lei Bao slowly approached, his boxing stance impeccable.

"With your back against the iron cage, where can you hide?"

Chen Yu did not answer.

He was waiting for Lei Bao to get even closer.

Right now.

Chen Yu suddenly squatted down, his muscles compressing instantly, like a spring compressed to its limit.

Lei Bao's gaze immediately followed his movement and moved downwards.

This is instinct, an instinct that lasts less than half a breath.

Chen Yu's right leg had already swept out.

Low sweep, targeting the knee.

Lei Bao hastily raised his knee to block, but was still a second too slow.

Chen Yu's shinbone grazed his calf, and his knee felt as if it had been struck by lightning.

With a "click".

It was the crisp sound of bones shattering.

"ah--"

The moment Lei Bao roared in pain, Chen Yu swept his leg again, accurately striking his other supporting leg.

"Damn, they're playing such a dirty game?"

The audience turned to look, and immediately began to discuss the matter.

"That's called tactics, what do you know?"

Those who had suppressed Chen Yusheng became smug.

"Lei Bao's leg is ruined; I think he's doomed to lose."

"Don't be so hasty, it's not certain yet. Lei Bao is no pushover."

"Exactly, what's a little injury like this?"

Those who bet on Lei Bao to win all turned red in the face, but still stubbornly refuted him, hoping for another reversal of the situation.

Unfortunately, Lei Bao was in pain, his thighs went weak, and he could no longer stand.

Taking advantage of his loss of balance, Chen Yu quickly stepped forward and punched him.

Lei Bao watched helplessly as that hammer-like fist slammed into his chest.

"puff--"

His punches were like those of a tiger, with astonishing power.

Lei Bao was hit by the punch and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the edge of the iron cage.

He screamed and rolled over, trying to use his hands to support himself as he stood up.

Chen Yu gave him no chance, stepping on his chest and throwing a powerful punch.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

The Five Tiger Fist was unleashed with a whooshing sound.

A cloud of blood mist rose.

The outcome is decided.