Chapter 11: The Battle of Infinite Upgrades

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  A loud roar, the momentum of the tiger's voice, a fierce tiger emerges from the forest, its momentum like a mountain collapse, the realistic tiger shape makes all the onlookers feel as if they see a white-browed tiger with its bloody mouth wide open and pouncing towards them.

  Wang Junsheng was unmoved by external objects, sank his waist and stood up straight, turned his shoulders and hips, punched out one fist, seemingly straight and seemingly slanted, like light and like electricity.

  Suddenly, a dark figure of a tiger's eye appeared, and his head instinctively twisted to the side. He only felt a burning sensation on his face, and it was actually a fist that whizzed past his cheek like a cannonball.

  Wang Junsheng's fist didn't hit, he twisted his waist and jumped steps, straightened his arm and punched, in a forward charging posture, with clear and distinct lines, pointing directly at the opponent's face.

  The fierce tiger's eyes turned dark again, and a fist shadow grew larger in his eyes, blocking the light and chilling his soul. The next move was a fierce tiger flipping its body to dodge to the side.

  Seizing the initiative, Wang Junsheng took advantage of his momentum to launch a fierce counterattack, twisting and turning, his fists flying like bullets, his movements swift and powerful, displaying a crushing force, sweeping out in a diagonal motion.

  Fierce tiger eyes glare with anger, jumping and dodging, one move of the fierce tiger leaping over the gorge eliminates danger without a trace.

  Wang Junsheng's fist shot out like a meteor, swift and fierce, with enough power to knock his opponent out cold.

  Fierce tiger's eyes are bloodshot, dodging and hiding with swift steps, one move of the fierce tiger returning to the mountain temporarily avoiding the sharp edge.

  Wang Junsheng jumped out with a punch, like a rainbow piercing the sun, a fierce horse breaking free from its reins, in a diving posture, directly targeting Lü Cheng's left chest vital point.

  Wang Junsheng launched five moves in a row: Opening Cannon, Piercing Cannon, Ground-Drilling Cannon, Sky-Charging Cannon, and Heart-Piercing Cannon. The movements were swift and powerful like cannonballs flying out of a catapult, with clear and distinct trajectories, giving the impression of being triggered instantly and exploding at a single point, which is the characteristic speed and explosive power of the Five Emperor Cannon Fist in Changquan.

  Lethal Engine's eyes were wide with fury, his three corpses' spirits bursting forth in a frenzy. He who had always been the first to charge into battle had never been so humiliated in his life! Lethal Engine crossed his arms over his chest, disregarding everything as he advanced instead of retreating. With a fierce tiger's roar, he launched himself upwards like an avalanche crashing down from the mountaintop.

  Wang Junsheng was also unequivocal, his fists like a meteor shower, a string of rapid-fire punches shot out with the momentum of a river bursting its banks, their power like a withered tree being uprooted, giving people the illusion of a bomb exploding on impact.

  Two strong men met like a turtle being flipped on a stone slab, the sound of "pang" and "pang" never stopped in my ears. It was truly exciting to flip turtles, and the stone slab that was beaten felt comfortable, as if each other was giving themselves a massage.

  The tyrannical and ferocious Li Qingyun would not sit back and wait for death, one foot lifted, strong and swift like a tiger's tail sweeping through the forest, absolutely unprecedented and unmatched, it was indeed a cunning and ruthless kick of the tiger's tail.

  Unprecedented and unmatched, the footwork has been renowned for its power throughout the ages, with a notorious reputation in the martial arts world for over 5,000 years. Those who were hit suffered severe consequences, including the loss of offspring, which is why Wang Junsheng had to abandon his fist and retreat temporarily to avoid the limelight.

  "Convenient and practical, compact in structure, simple and unadorned, with a short and small fist diameter, full of power, with an astonishingly great force. What a formidable Five Emperor Cannon Punch! Brother Wang is indeed impressive, using the cannon to hit the tiger, broadening my horizons."

  Forcing Wang Junsheng to retreat, Li Jing praised him highly, but he didn't dare to slack off. With spirit as his soul, with form as his fist, with energy urging him on, and with rhythm releasing his power, one move of Angry Tiger Piercing the Forest, issued with contained anger.

  Wang Junsheng's cannon shot was swift and decisive, firing a quick shot to gain the upper hand, standing tall and launching.

  Lethal engine's first move is a crazy tiger rolling over, changing moves midway, body spinning sideways, kicking out like a whip lash.

  Who would have thought that Wang Junsheng was also a real move, with his hands as the vanguard and his feet as the commander. One kick of Ye Lihua's leg and Li Jiancheng's leg collided, and the head-on collision of the two men's faces made the onlookers' teeth ache, making everyone want to touch their own foreheads.

  "This is the Northern Leg's move! You think a few sets of miscellaneous moves can withstand my authentic Tiger Fist, which has been refined through thousands of hammerings? I am the king of tigers, not an ordinary tiger. Today, let me show you the Tiger King Fist, created by combining the Tiger Respect Fist, Fierce Tiger Fist, Black Tiger Fist, and Tiger Walking Fist."

  Fierce energy surges into the abdomen, broad energy propels strength, stomping feet generates power, a furious roar like a tiger's howl in the mountains, giving people an illusion of changing weather, shaking mountains and making all beasts cower.

  Humans have five bows, two in the arms, two in the legs, and one in the torso. When the bones are changed and the tendons are transformed, they can become like a bow with the arm as the string, releasing the strongest power in the human body. However, due to individual differences in stance methods, even if the internal force is fully developed throughout the body, there will be slight variations in the way of exerting force. For example, those who practice Southern Fist will have more developed tendons and strings in their arms compared to those who practice Northern Leg. Those who practice short-range fighting will have thicker waist tendons than those who practice long-range boxing. Therefore, practitioners often create or modify their own style by combining the strengths of several schools, through arduous training, allowing their bones and tendons to achieve the best match with their fist method.

  "Come and learn from me, Tiger King's Three Styles: Tiger King Explores the Cave, Tiger King Swishes its Tail, Tiger King Conquers the Forest!"

  The Tiger King Fist, which borrows the power of the tendons and the shape of a fierce tiger, is like Guan Gong wielding his sword and Lü Bu dancing with his halberd. It turns round and round at will, leaving no room for opponents to counterattack, its might reaching an unimaginable height.

  Wang Junsheng was about to unleash his Mountain Splitting Cannon, but before he could, a dark cloud obscured the sun and a fierce tiger emerged from its lair, pouncing on him. The tiger's face turned pale as it unleashed a flurry of punches that were even faster than the Five Emperor's Fist! Wang Junsheng dodged the tiger's sharp claws with a swift sidestep, but was caught off guard by the third strike and was unable to avoid the final blow that sent him crashing to the ground.

  The tiger is several dozen times more fierce and swift than a runaway horse, a mad cow, or a predatory leopard; if you are hit by it, your bones will be broken and your tendons will be torn, leaving you half dead.

  Wang Junsheng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his entire demeanor changed. He jumped up with a fist, his strength like a thousand pounds, seeming slow but actually fast. His appearance was like that of a national martial arts master who had just woken up and discovered an ordinary person with ulterior motives slowly approaching him, and he countered with a punch.

  This move is like a master of national martial arts fighting an ordinary person, killing a chicken with a bull knife!

  Wang Junsheng finally used his ultimate skill.

  Lethal Qing's face changed, and he let out a loud "Hah!" He took a deep breath, shook his head, and swallowed the air into his body as if he was swallowing food. As soon as he finished inhaling, Lethal Qing flew out like he had been hit by a speeding train.

  Wang Junsheng succeeded with one move and didn't pursue, standing casually, unexpectedly revealing a heroic spirit of gold armor and iron horse, the aura of killing on the battlefield.

  "The tiger's roar echoes through the mountains, absorbing energy into his body, unyielding and indestructible. Although I could guess that Brother Li had practiced hard qigong, I never expected that he would actually practice the renowned Tiger's Roar Golden Bell Shield."

  "Haha, although I could guess that Wang brother practices Long Fist from the power of his Five Emperors Cannon Pounding, I didn't expect that he actually practices the Taizu Long Fist which has been passed down for nearly a thousand years." Lü Jingcang stood up, not having a single hair out of place, and responded in a tone and sentence structure similar to Wang Junsheng's.

  "Brother Li, aren't you wondering what my master meant by 'adopting the strengths of a hundred schools' to perfect which fist? I'll tell you, my master adopted the strengths of a hundred schools precisely to perfect Tai Zu Chang Quan. Although our school is the most complete and orthodox lineage of Tai Zu Chang Quan that has been passed down for a thousand years, some of its methods have still become incomplete due to the passage of time. My master spent thirty years in seclusion on this island, dedicating his life's most precious time to it, and now not only has he supplemented all the missing parts of Tai Zu Chang Quan's methods, but also made the new Tai Zu Chang Quan surpass its predecessor. Today, I'll use you, a top-notch master with internal power flowing through your entire body, as a stepping stone to announce the comeback of our Tai Zu school in the martial arts world."

  Talking about the resurgence of Tai Zu Men, Wang Junsheng was truly hot-blooded and passionate. Nowadays, Wang Junsheng can only be described with four words: heroic, spirited, elegant, and refined.

  With one foot stomping the ground, Wang Junsheng's feet moved as fast as drumbeats, swift as lightning. He advanced with a burst of punches, and with one move, he struck Li Qingtian. Li Qingtian was caught off guard and didn't react at all, being hit by the first strike, his entire body shifted two steps to the side. Next, Wang Junsheng unleashed a shocking cannon fist, a move that shook the air, its power majestic, like the crashing of a bell, striking from front to back. Li Qingtian only felt a dullness in his chest, and his whole body was like a large bell being struck by Wang Junsheng's vibrating force, involuntarily opening his mouth to spit out a mouthful of turbid air, retreating two steps back.

  "Not good."

  The aura dispersed, and the sensation of the Golden Bell's collapse became apparent. Lü Jing's eyes narrowed, his momentum changed greatly, his iron hand curled into a hook, and with a flash of light, he launched a flying dragon claw like a dragon's claw emerging from the clouds, extraordinary and overbearing.

  "Heavenly Claw Fist." Wang Junsheng knew that this claw technique was vicious, and he slid back to avoid it. A piece of cloth floated down, but his sleeve had been torn open in five places.

  "Not bad, this is the Dragon King Fist I created by combining Long Xing Quan, Xin Yi Liu He Quan, Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, Long Zun Quan and Tian Gang Dragon Claw Hand. Take my move, Dragon King Five Strikes."

  Fierce engine cyan dragon leaps up, jumps and hides in the shadow, five consecutive moves are all dragon claw hands that grab people into holes.

  The dragon lies down and stretches its waist, causing the trees to shed their bark.

  The dragon king holds up the earth, and opens bricks like mud.

  The dragon king coils around the mountain, pinching the nucleus into powder.

  The dragon travels through nine depths, rubbing stones into pulp.

  The Dragon King spits out pearls, and Ding enters the wood.