Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 58: Heavy Hammer
Ding Jiutong and the other two followed Lu Ming’s gaze and immediately spotted the pair in the crowd.
It was no wonder, as they were simply too eye-catching.
The woman of the pair was stunning. She wore sunglasses and exquisite makeup. Her legs were long and straight, her figure tall and curvaceous. A cascade of jet-black hair hung down her back like a waterfall, and her skin was as fair as ice and snow. She exuded a noble air that made her seem unapproachable.
The man with her was tall, with frighteningly broad shoulder blades. Most importantly, he possessed an aura that set him apart, making him conspicuous even in a bustling crowd.
’Not of the mortal world!’
This was the immediate impression Ding Jiutong got, thanks to the insight and intuition he had honed over many years.
’So this must be the "Crown of the Prefecture" Mr. Lu was talking about.’
Lu Ming waved to the approaching Zhou Yuanjue and Li Qingxuan and hurried over to greet them.
"Mr. Lu, long time no see."
Li Qingxuan took off her sunglasses, extended her hand, and shook hands with the approaching Lu Ming, a smile on her face.
"Miss Li, it’s a pleasure to see you again. And this must be Mr. Zhou?"
Lu Ming shook Li Qingxuan’s hand, then turned to Zhou Yuanjue and extended his own.
"Hello."
Zhou Yuanjue gave a slight nod and shook his hand.
"You’re more familiar with this area. I don’t have many contacts in Guangpu, so I’ll have to rely on you for what comes next."
Li Qingxuan said to Lu Ming with a smile.
"No problem. I get a commission for introducing you to matches, so it’s mutually beneficial. Come on, let’s get to the car. I’ll take you to the hotel to drop off your things first. If you’re interested, I can give you a tour of my training ground afterward."
Lu Ming said, leading the pair over to where Ding Jiutong and the others were waiting.
"Let me make some introductions. These folks are also here for the fighting competition. They’re masters from Lubei. This is Elder Ding Jiutong, the heir to the Spirit Communication Fist. The young lady is Ding Yun, and this is Elder Ding’s disciple, Wu Tianhe. He’s the one competing this time, and he’s quite the master himself."
"Elder Ding, this is the ’Crown of the Prefecture’ I was just telling you about—Mr. Zhou Yuanjue. He practices Red Falcon Fist. And this is Miss Li Qingxuan."
"Feel free to chat and exchange pointers."
Lu Ming said with a smile, introducing the two parties.
’Spirit Communication Fist?’
’Zhou Yuanjue was a bit surprised. He’d never heard of this Fist Technique before. Could it be some obscure style?’
He glanced at Ding Jiutong, completely ignoring the cute, fresh-faced Ding Yun, and finally let his gaze rest on the towering Wu Tianhe.
He stood over eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and massive palms that looked like a pair of great hammers. Despite carrying over a hundred pounds of luggage on his back, his breathing was incredibly steady. His body moved with a harmonious rhythm with each breath, showing no sign of strain. He looked more relaxed than an ordinary person carrying a bag of fruit.
’This young man is a true master. I didn’t expect to run into someone so interesting right after getting off the plane.’
As Zhou Yuanjue sized up Wu Tianhe, Ding Jiutong’s group was doing the same to him.
’Red Falcon Fist? Never heard of it. It can’t be a very powerful Fist Technique, can it?’
Ding Jiutong thought, stroking the beard on his chin.
Wu Tianhe, however, met Zhou Yuanjue’s gaze directly. As their eyes locked, sparks seemed to fly.
Finally, a simple, honest smile spread across Wu Tianhe’s face. In his plain-spoken way, he asked Zhou Yuanjue expectantly, "Wanna fight?"
Zhou Yuanjue was taken aback for a moment by Wu Tianhe’s words, but then a smile touched his lips. He nodded. "Sure."
"You two are a bit direct, aren’t you? But I love it! I was just wondering how I was going to persuade you to ’spar’ a little."
Hearing their brief but explosive exchange, Lu Ming’s mouth fell slightly agape. Then, his eyes lit up with bright excitement.
Though he didn’t practice the Martial Dao himself, he had always admired the character of Martial Artists—their directness, their readiness to settle scores with clear conscience, their courage and decisiveness. The short exchange between the two men was enough to set his blood boiling.
If they weren’t in a crowded airport, he would have loved for them to start sparring right then and there.
"Come on. Once we get to my training ground, we can sort everything out."
Lu Ming urged.
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Two cars arranged by Lu Ming picked them up. The group first went to their pre-booked hotel to drop off their luggage, then drove out to Lu Ming’s Duel Training Ground in the suburbs.
Li Qingxuan took a moment to touch up her makeup, so by the time she and Zhou Yuanjue left the hotel, the car carrying Wu Tianhe’s group had already departed.
Their car drove out to the suburbs and stopped in front of a building that resembled a private club.
Lu Ming’s training ground covered at least several hundred square meters, and the decor looked quite high-end.
"The atmosphere for Decisive Fist is very strong in the Southern Boxing Three Capitals. Lu Ming isn’t considered one of the more powerful local ’Agents’; he only has a few Advanced Decisive Fist Masters under his wing. But this training ground is built quite nicely."
Li Qingxuan remarked with a hint of admiration as she looked at the training ground before them.
The Southern Boxing Three Capitals are the heart of the Southern Martial Arts Realm. Since the old days, Decisive Fist has been a way for merchants to resolve disputes and settle grudges. As a result, the dueling matches here are very popular, and the skill level is higher.
Of course, there’s a limit to how high that level can be. If it weren’t for the recent changes throughout the entire Martial Arts Realm, true masters wouldn’t normally participate in dueling matches.
Upon entering the training ground, they could see all sorts of training equipment. However, none of it was in use, as everyone had gathered around the ring in the center of the facility.
In the ring, the plainly dressed Wu Tianhe stood opposite a burly, tall man in training pants.
"You’re here? That’s one of my Advanced Decisive Fist Masters, A Zhi. He’s one of my aces, and he practices modern mixed martial arts. He heard Wu Tianhe was a master and wanted to have a preliminary spar. Wanna guess who’ll win...?"
Lu Ming called out with a smile as he saw Zhou Yuanjue and Li Qingxuan approaching.
However, before the words were even out of his mouth, the two men on the stage sprang into action.
A Zhi attacked first. Still one moment, a blur of motion the next!
However, just as he closed in on Wu Tianhe, a powerful sense of unease welled up inside him.
He saw a simple, honest smile touch the corners of Wu Tianhe’s mouth as the larger man clenched his massive hand into a fist.
THOOM!!
His already robust and thick arm instantly swelled by a full size, the skin turning a purplish-black from the intense rush of blood.
His fists in particular were shocking. At a glance, no one would think they were human. They looked like a pair of purplish-black Iron Hammers.
This hammer-like fist lifted slightly, then slammed down toward the charging A Zhi.
BAM!!
The air itself seemed to crackle.
A Zhi’s expression changed dramatically. He retracted all his attacks, throwing his arms up over his head in a defensive posture—the stance of a hegemon Carrying the Furnace.
CRACK!!
As the fist descended, A Zhi felt as if he’d been struck by a hammer weighing hundreds of pounds. His body gave way, and he dropped to one knee. Both of his arms were instantly dislocated, and every bone in his body rattled from the violent shock.
His eyeballs quivered violently. The shock instantly numbed his brain, forcing it into a self-preservation mode. The whites of his eyes showed, his body slumped to one side, and he collapsed stiffly to the floor.
The entire venue fell deathly silent. Lu Ming’s mouth hung open, utterly speechless. ’One of my aces couldn’t even withstand a single blow?’
