Dragon's Origin

Chapter 477: Collecting Interest (Part 2)

Uncle Li went to get used to it, while Wang Sheng stood up and started to warm up slowly. Uncle Li was exceptionally strong. Although his spiritual Qi was sealed, judging from his well-maintained muscles, his physical strength wouldn't be too weak. It was far from comparable to Old Daoist Ling Xu's skeletal frame.

More than ten minutes later, Uncle Li returned to the boxing ring. After the guards checked Uncle Li's headgear and gloves, Uncle Li and Wang Sheng stood together in the boxing ring.

"Senior, to what extent can we attack each other in this fight?" Uncle Li glanced at Wang Sheng, then suddenly asked Old Daoist Ling Xu with a hint of bloodthirstiness.

"If you don't foul, beat your opponent until they lose consciousness or can't stand up!" Old Daoist Ling Xu replied casually.

"That's good!" Uncle Li smiled, then turned to Wang Sheng with a smirk: "Kid, it's a bit of a pity that I can't kill you, but Senior said this is to collect interest, so I'll reluctantly accept it."

"It's not certain who will be collecting whose interest!" Wang Sheng also laughed, raised his fist, and slowly walked forward.

"You really think I can't deal with you just because I don't have spiritual Qi?" Uncle Li's face slowly turned cold, and the muscles on his body swelled up as he spoke, making his previously well-fitting clothes bulge: "In Worry-Free City, I spent more than twenty years specifically strengthening my power. You didn't expect that, did you?"

As he spoke, Uncle Li also slowly walked forward, and soon the distance between Wang Sheng and Uncle Li was only two arms' length.

Wang Sheng raised his glove and suddenly smiled: "Great!"

"Start!" Old Daoist Ling Xu was already impatient outside. These two were on the boxing ring, still engaging in trash talk. Was there any point?

Bang! As soon as the old Daoist finished speaking, Wang Sheng and Uncle Li's fists collided. However, Wang Sheng used his left hand, and Uncle Li used his right hand.

With the first punch, Uncle Li used almost all of his strength, wanting to knock Wang Sheng down with one blow. However, Wang Sheng was well-versed in the art of boxing and also used some Tai Chi techniques. His left hand received Uncle Li's fist and took advantage of the momentum to pull it back, dissolving most of the terrifying force. Immediately afterward, Wang Sheng's movements didn't stop, and his right hand landed a swift uppercut on Uncle Li's left jaw!

A figure flew straight out, bang, heavily hitting a thick wooden post in the corner of the boxing ring, shaking the post that was deeply embedded in the ground to one side.

"I forgot to tell you, my strength isn't small either." Wang Sheng punched Uncle Li away and didn't take advantage of the situation to press the attack. He stood in place and said to Uncle Li over there.

Although Uncle Li's spiritual Qi was sealed, when his body was attacked, the spiritual Qi in his body would react naturally. Even Wang Sheng's strength only made his head slightly dizzy, and then he quickly returned to normal.

His body hit the wooden post, and his back ached. Uncle Li supported himself on the wooden post and stood up, seemingly unable to believe that he had just been knocked away by Wang Sheng. How could this be?

It had been many years since Uncle Li had felt at a disadvantage. However, today, first he was injured under Old Daoist Ling Xu's powerful cultivation, and then he was hit hard at the beginning of the boxing match with Wang Sheng. How could the proud and powerful Uncle Li endure this?

With a loud shout, Uncle Li charged up again. This time he was prepared. He had thought too simply before, directly ignoring Wang Sheng because he only had a fifth-level cultivation, but he had forgotten that Wang Sheng's strength was also strong enough. Without spiritual Qi, there wasn't that much of a difference in their realms.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, Uncle Li and Wang Sheng fought again. Uncle Li's attacks were sharp and extremely fast. With a series of attacks, Wang Sheng seemed to only have his hands raised to protect his head, blocking all of Uncle Li's storm-like attacks.

Mei'er and Qiangwei were horrified to see Wang Sheng constantly being beaten by Uncle Li, but Old Daoist Ling Xu stood firmly.

Although Wang Sheng looked embarrassed, he wasn't actually hit solidly. Each time Uncle Li's attack was either blocked and dissolved by Wang Sheng's fist, or deflected to the side by Wang Sheng's glove. It sounded like a lively fight, but Wang Sheng only took the force on his arms and fists. His important areas, such as his head, chest, and abdomen, weren't hit at all.

Uncle Li was very intoxicated with this feeling. Even though he knew that Wang Sheng didn't suffer any substantial damage, the feeling of suppressing Wang Sheng so that he couldn't counterattack was just too wonderful. Seeing Wang Sheng's flustered appearance, dodging left and right, defending forward and retreating backward, Uncle Li felt a burst of joy in his heart.

As soon as this thought arose, bang, the sound of a fist hitting flesh immediately awakened Uncle Li. A great force hit his stomach, and his body involuntarily flew up, again heavily hitting a thick wooden post not far behind.

Unlike the last time, this time the force was even stronger. Uncle Li's body hit the wooden post, and the wooden post, which was thicker than Wang Sheng's thigh, snapped directly at the root with a crack. The ropes tying the wooden post were also torn apart by the great force, snapping one after another.

Oof. After Uncle Li's body broke the wooden post, he flew out several meters before landing. As soon as he propped himself up, he couldn't help but dry heave. Wang Sheng's unreserved punch had directly hit his stomach. Even if Uncle Li's spiritual Qi was strong enough to protect his body from injury, he couldn't eliminate the violent reaction of being hit.

How could this be? Uncle Li was furious. He stood up and quickly adjusted his physical state, charging towards Wang Sheng again.

A long time ago, Uncle Li's cultivation had already surpassed those experts in the ninth level legendary realm. He had become accustomed to using his powerful cultivation to crushingly kill or defeat his opponents. When had he ever used such close-range fist and foot fighting techniques? In this regard, Uncle Li was not as good as Old Daoist Ling Xu. At least Old Daoist Ling Xu had been in contact with Tai Chi in recent years and had also studied it thoroughly, but Uncle Li had long forgotten the method of fighting that required fighting skills.

Another storm of attacks came, and this time Wang Sheng didn't block fast enough, and he was hit several times on the head and body. But Wang Sheng's strong muscles gave him strong protection. He landed another cold punch, hitting Uncle Li's jaw again.

Uncle Li's body flew out like a cannonball, smashing through the wall of the practice room and falling heavily into the courtyard outside the practice room.

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"Alas!" When Uncle Li stood up again, Old Daoist Ling Xu was already standing beside him, sighing: "If I had known that you couldn't even fight, I wouldn't have brought you to play. How are you going to collect any interest like this?"

If it were someone else, Uncle Li would probably have jumped up and killed them directly. But he didn't even dare to refute Old Daoist Ling Xu's words, and could only stare hatefully at Wang Sheng's figure in the practice room.

"Forget it, you won't be able to collect any interest if you keep fighting." Old Daoist Ling Xu shook his head directly and reached out to unlock his spiritual Qi seal: "You can go. Remember what you promised. Go back and rest, and listen to the concert in a few days!"