Chapter 165: Senior Figure of the Hongmen Society (1/2)

Chapter 165: Senior Figure of the Hongmen Society

“Ha!”

In a majestic display of might that had made Wang Chao resemble that of a deity for a split moment, his arms bulged as he sent Nguyễn Hồng Tú flying through the air over his head. In a burst of Jin, he tore at Nguyễn Hồng Tú’s arms with a scissoring motion. With a sound that brought a shiver up their spines, a single tearing sound echoed throughout the entire platform.

Everyone in the stadium had seen this sight. Everyone in the stadium had heard this sound. But when all became still, a hysterical shriek could be heard from the audience!

In a split-second, Nguyễn Hồng Tú’s shoulders had felt a heart-stopping amount of sheer pain. But because he had been disrupted by Wang Chao’s strike, Nguyễn Hồng Tú had been sent flying without resistance. Because of the “Cutting Tail of the Crocodile”, he had been like a carp flying out of the water and thrown about two meters into the air.

Soon after, he felt his arms completely torn apart from his body. In a messy rain of blood, Nguyễn Hồng Tú’s body had revealed his muscles and even parts of his bones. His chest had been similar to tree bark where it had a series of cracks where his body had nearly been torn apart.

Without a body to support them, the two arms of Nguyễn Hồng Tú came falling back down to the ground. With a chest-level kick, Wang Chao sent slammed his foot into Nguyễn Hồng Tú eight meters away in a terrifying display of blood.

“What….skill…….”

Smashing into the ground, Nguyễn Hồng Tú’s body seemed to give a final wriggle to live as the light in his pupils slowly began to fade. Uttering his last, Nguyễn Hồng Tú’s eyes finally closed as he died on the spot.

He had not the skill of Zhou Binglin where he could slow down his heart to lessen the blood flow after his arms were torn off.

Furthermore, this final strike had completely torn apart both of his arms. His clavicle, muscles, and chest had been torn in several places as well; resulting in damage that was ever more serious than what Zhou Binglin had sustained in the park.

Wang Chao had actually been a little afraid that Nguyễn Hồng Tú would be like a cornered rat and bite back in a way that would lead to the both of them dying. And so this final kick had been done to prevent that.

With such a fatal strike done to him, Nguyễn Hồng Tú’s arms were completely torn and his internal organs were badly damaged. Even the mythological Immortals would not survive such a plight like this.

It had barely been five minutes since the start of the match. But for a Nak Muay and Yoga expert like Nguyễn Hồng Tú, he had been struck death within that time limit swiftly and brutally by Wang Chao. A battle between experts meant that each strike was done with the intent to kill and forced the combatants to walk the thin line between yin and yang. And with a contract signed between them, there was no way Wang Chao would hold back.

This was a match of major proportions, there was no room for luck or any other make believe factor.

Compared to Nguyễn Hồng Tú, Wang Chao’s skill in martial arts was profound, his power firm, his methodology exquisite, and his momentum was like a rainbow. From start to end, he had the overwhelming advantage.

This was because his martial arts was simply higher than that of Nguyễn Hồng Tú.

From the start, Wang Chao had used the “crocodile” stance from the get go to attain the upper hand. Along with the wading movements of Baguazhang and the arrow-like movements of the Smashing Fist, he could bring a flurry of strikes down onto Nguyễn Hồng Tú so badly that there was nothing else his opponent could do but defend.

Back when Wang Chao first fought Zhou Binglin, they were both experts of Transforming Jin and had stepped onto the mountain peak of their respective skills. So when he clashed with Zhou Binglin, they had both been seriously injured because of their respective level of understanding of their martial arts. Nguyễn Hồng Tú had merely scratched the surface; no matter how studious he was in two months, he would not be a match for Wang Chao.

Muay Thai may have been terrifyingly fierce, but it was a single style with its main principles in elbow strikes, knee strikes, punches and kicks. It relatively unchanging in comparison to the Imitation Boxing where the back, hip, butt, head, shoulder, tripe, and abdomen were used to fight. The entire human body was practically a weapon.

A pure fighting method was far better than a varied one. But at the same time, it was far more limiting at an initial level. On an even higher level, a fighter would gain a new move to their fighting style and become stronger.

But unfortunately, Nguyễn Hồng Tú was not facing any regular person. Wang Chao was a master artisan of Xingyiquan, and his martial arts had already reached a level of perfection where the moniker of ‘Wang the Invincible’ had been given,

Muay Thai emphasized pure strength that could down and kill a man. But some things had been hidden and so its fighting style had been decreased in strength.

The back and then hip strike Wang Chao had done was far weaker than any punch or kick Wang Chao was capable of. It was incapable of hurting an expert and could only momentarily disperse their Jin.

Just as if they were stunned, a person would be unable to exert strength for that one moment as if unsettled. It forced out a gap in their defenses that one could make use of to instantly strike them down or at least take the upper hand.

This was the momentum of battle.

A grandmaster in chess for example would make several moves that looekd rather unimpressive and of ordinary strategy. However, when connected together, they formed a quagmire for the opposing player that would slowly amass smaller victories for a larger one.

From the start to finish of this match, Wang Chao had taken the initiative one move after another as like the power games of a major country. In his movements, his aptitude of being a grandmaster had been revealed in a grand display.

“In this match, the Nak Muay Nguyễn Hồng Tú has died. The head of the Laoshan School of Internal Martial Arts, Wang Chao, is the victor!”

After Wang Chao killed Nguyễn Hồng Tú, his face had remained calm without any happiness to be seen. This was because this was within his expectations. From the very beginning when he sent the letter of challenge, Wang Chao had foreseen this outcome.

It was only after the witnesses inspected Nguyễn Hồng Tú for his wounds that they declared the results.

It was this announcement that Cao Yi, Zhou Liang, and the commissar Yang had let out a huge sigh of relief.

It was not because of Wang Chao’s victory that they had been happy over. It was because this match of Wang Chao’s was a huge source of profit for them, and they had just won it all.

Han Xiaoqing and the others had been scared by the bloody scene Wang Chao had painted himself in. At the same time, they had looked at Wang Chao with fear and respect.

In normal times, Wang Chao had been well-mannered and amiable as a youth. But right now, he had transformed into some sort of asura or demon from hell. With a hand so merciless, he could frighten any man or cause a child to stop crying in fright.

Until one bore witness to a battle to the death, one would never understand the terrifying aspect of the ones known as martial artists. They were brilliant as monsters. In normal times, they assumed humanoid shapes without any hints of being a monster. But when it came for the moment of truth, they would appear in their true nature and devour their opponent.