Dragon's Origin

Chapter 20: My Name is Wang Sheng

Old Song was in a tragic situation, a truly tragic one. Originally, Old Song only wanted to teach Wang Sheng a small lesson, so he only used thirty percent of his strength.

In Old Song's mind, thirty percent of his strength was enough to let Wang Sheng know his place, to know how to respect the young lady and himself.

However, Old Song miscalculated. From the moment his first punch was deflected by Wang Sheng with a strange technique, Wang Sheng closed in, and Old Song inevitably fell into a passive position.

Wang Sheng's attacks were too fast. Being so close, Old Song couldn't even see how Wang Sheng was throwing punches. But the feeling of being hit was unmistakable. In just one second, he was struck at least seven times.

As a special forces sniper, Wang Sheng had systematically studied human anatomy during training. He knew exactly which parts of the body were vulnerable and could be fatally struck, which areas were the most fragile, which were the most painful, and which were the toughest. All of these were the most scientific conclusions drawn from modern medicine.

The parts of Old Song's body that were being targeted were, of course, the fragile and most painful areas. Wang Sheng might not be able to kill Old Song with his strength, but once Old Song reacted, Wang Sheng would be in trouble. Therefore, Wang Sheng had to adopt this method that would best teach Old Song a lesson.

Stomach, liver, spleen—a series of blows almost made Old Song unable to catch his breath. But at such close range, Old Song couldn't exert any force. Even if his arms and legs barely moved, Wang Sheng's counterattack would immediately follow.

The moment he raised his arm even an inch, it would be intercepted. Old Song's strength was either deflected or diverted. As soon as his thigh lifted, before his calf could spring out, a heavy knee strike landed on the inner muscles of his thigh. Not only could he not unleash his power, but that one blow almost gave him a thigh cramp.

Originally, Wang Sheng's movements looked awkward and didn't seem to have much offensive power. But when Wang Sheng's shoulder leaned against him, it shook, and the strength he had just built up was dispersed. Then, he was tripped and fell heavily.

Just as he was about to lift his head, Wang Sheng clamped his head between his knees, and then a barrage of heavy and fast punches rained down on his face. For Old Song, this was completely impossible, but for Wang Sheng, it was just recreating a classic scene from the Ip Man movie.

After struggling to get up, his kidneys were struck heavily, the back of his neck was chopped several times in a row, and his temples were also punched a few times. The force was so great that Old Song almost fainted. Fortunately, his ability to withstand blows was also amazing. After taking so many hits, he was only slightly dizzy and didn't lose consciousness.

In just less than two minutes, the formidable Old Song had taken no less than two hundred blows, been knocked down four times, leaned on by a shoulder three times, bumped by a butt twice, and his nose was covered in blood, with traces of blood seeping from his teeth.

Old Song, who could shatter the spine of a Second Realm enemy with one punch and crush the head of a Second Realm enemy, was now worse off than the most miserable punching bag. Not only was he bleeding from his mouth and nose, but he could barely open his eyes.

Old Song had never encountered such a rogue-like attack. Shouldn't everyone take turns, one move at a time, seeing whose skill and realm were higher? Weren't head-on collisions with fists and feet the most orthodox methods? What was this, getting so close and not letting the opponent attack? Was it a shrew's technique or a child's mischief?

The most outrageous thing was, fine, hit me, but after finally blocking a punch aimed at his eye, why would his palm suddenly open and his fingers swipe across his eye? That eye was still burning and unable to open. The corner of the other eye was bleeding, making it sticky and difficult to see clearly.

After finally landing a hit, although it wasn't a solid one, he still knocked the kid down. But the problem was, fine, fall down, but why would he kick his chin while falling? What was that?

That kick almost made Old Song faint. Originally, foot attacks were heavy, and Wang Sheng was wearing military boots with steel plates embedded in the soles. After that kick, by the time Old Song recovered, he had already been dragged back into Wang Sheng's rhythm and was being beaten wildly again.

Every place he was hit either caused him excruciating pain or made him dizzy. His body reacted much slower, and he didn't even know how to attack. Old Song only knew that as soon as he showed any sign of exerting force, Wang Sheng would interrupt him halfway. That feeling of wanting to fight freely but being stifled within less than half an arm's length around his body made Old Song want to die from frustration.

Old Song felt very stifled and humiliated, but Wang Sheng, on the other hand, was getting smoother and smoother as he fought. There was no other reason than that the combat awareness little man was becoming more and more excited.

Previously, Wang Sheng had only thought about Tai Chi, which had completely immersed the combat little man in deducing Tai Chi techniques. When the real battle began, and Wang Sheng used Wing Chun, Bajiquan, Jeet Kune Do, and other techniques in his mind and hands, the combat awareness little man was simply excited beyond words.

Wang Sheng could clearly feel the trembling of the combat awareness little man in the Yuan Soul space as it simulated Wang Sheng's attacks and helped Wang Sheng optimize the angle and power of his attacks. Wang Sheng knew that feeling very well; it was a manifestation of extreme excitement.

The reason why Wang Sheng named it combat awareness was because it would become excited whenever it involved cultivation or combat. At other times, nothing could activate the gray shadow little man.

Now that the combat awareness was so high-spirited, even if he didn't feel that the little man was conscious, the trembling from the depths of his soul still made Wang Sheng's body feel more and more comfortable as he fought.

Wang Sheng was no longer moving or exerting force according to any school or style. He was purely fighting in the smoothest way possible. The combat awareness also cooperated fully, following the same routine: whatever was handy, efficient, and offensive.

After a series of movements, coupled with Wang Sheng's recent improvements in strength, speed, and endurance, even though he could feel the instinctive rebound from Old Song's body with every punch and kick, and some even caused him a faint pain, Wang Sheng's heart was excited and happy.

Conversely, Old Song was becoming increasingly impatient with this passive situation. He was a Third Realm master, yet he was being humiliated like this by an insignificant kid. He wanted to turn things around.

Hearing his young lady's anxious words telling them to stop fighting, Old Song's anger surpassed everything. He knew very well that the young lady wasn't telling him to stop, but the kid.

Why was this happening? It was because he had held back, seeing that he was an ordinary person with an insignificant Yuan Soul, so he hadn't used spiritual energy attacks. But now, Old Song couldn't care less. If things continued like this, his lifelong reputation would be ruined.

Ah! Old Song shouted, no longer caring about the principle that Wang Sheng was just an ordinary person and not using spiritual energy. He directly activated the spiritual energy that had long been restless within his body.

Bang! Just as Wang Sheng's punch landed heavily on the soft flesh below Old Song's ribs, he was suddenly blasted away by a huge force.

Wang Sheng instantly understood that Old Song was getting serious and using spiritual energy. As long as spiritual energy was used, Wang Sheng would never be a match. Not to mention anything else, with Old Song's cultivation, even if he stood here and let Wang Sheng attack, Wang Sheng wouldn't gain any advantage by using spiritual energy to protect his body.

But Wang Sheng was a warrior, the most excellent warrior, and would never shrink back before a battle. Before, Old Song hadn't used spiritual energy, so Wang Sheng hadn't used weapons either. Since Old Song couldn't hold back, then don't blame Wang Sheng for being impolite.

His body was blasted away by Old Song, but Wang Sheng's left hand accurately grabbed Old Song's left elbow. Old Song struggled, and Wang Sheng used the force of Old Song's arm to swing himself up again, directly leaping onto Old Song's back.

This technique wasn't the first time Old Song had experienced it. With spiritual energy as a backing, the muscles on his back contracted. Just as he was about to shake Wang Sheng's body off, Old Song stopped all movements and stood there, allowing Wang Sheng to lie on his back.

"Little barbarian, we're just sparring. There's no need to do this, right?" This was the first time Old Song had spoken to Wang Sheng in a negotiating tone since entering Wang Sheng's small courtyard. Before, his tone always had a kind of condescending attitude, but now he was truly negotiating with Wang Sheng with an equal attitude.

What triggered all these changes was a small knife, Wang Sheng's specially customized Tiger Tooth military knife. At this moment, the Tiger Tooth military knife was placed below Old Song's neck, and the sharp blade had already cut open a small part of his skin. A wisp of blood was slowly flowing from that small cut.

Song Yan was stunned. She had never imagined that the battle between the two would have such an outcome. Anyone who judged the situation would think that the outcome shouldn't be like this, with a Third Realm master fighting an insignificant ordinary person.

But the fact was that as long as Wang Sheng was willing, one knife could cut open Old Song's neck. Of course, Old Song's counterattack before his death would definitely severely injure or even kill Wang Sheng, but to make Old Song, a Third Realm master, die with Wang Sheng, an insignificant barbarian, he wasn't that ruthless to himself.

If it were any other ordinary person, even if a knife was placed on Old Song's neck, it might not be able to kill him. With spiritual energy protecting his body, it would be difficult for the blade to cut through his skin. But the knife in Wang Sheng's hand wasn't ordinary. The real feeling of cutting into his neck made Old Song have no doubt about the sharpness of the knife, especially the murderous aura emanating from Wang Sheng at this moment, which made Old Song no longer dare to act rashly and could only speak to negotiate.

"Let's talk things out. Don't fight!" Song Yan finally understood the situation completely and shouted at Wang Sheng, "Everything can be discussed."

If Uncle Old Song lost his life here, Song Yan didn't know how to imagine what tragic consequences it would bring.

"My name is Wang Sheng!" Wang Sheng finally spoke, slowly moving from behind Old Song to the front, looking into Old Song's eyes, and putting down the military knife. "Not little barbarian!"

"Okay! Wang Sheng! I'll remember you." Old Song took two steps back, speaking with an unprecedentedly formal tone.