Zhao Yuxuan had witnessed Zhao Qiang's might before, so he didn't dare to underestimate him in the slightest. Without a word, he took the lead and suddenly threw a slanting punch. This punch was a move from the "Mobile Phone Fist Technique." This fist technique was rather ingenious, with three follow - up variations. No matter how the enemy reacted, there were ways to deal with it. These days, Zhao Yuxuan had been having practical combat practice almost every day. Through continuous tempering, he gradually began to integrate the fist techniques he had learned. Moreover, he faintly sensed that this "Mobile Phone Fist Technique" was not an ordinary Miao martial art; its moves were extremely practical.
Zhao Qiang's eyes inadvertently glanced at Lin Yaxuan, who was standing aside watching the two fight. Seeing Zhao Yuxuan's punch coming, he was still full of disdain in his heart. He calmly stretched out his right arm to block it, with a faint smile on his face. In his heart, he had to win this block, and win easily and gracefully. Only in this way could he show his formidable skills in front of Lin Yaxuan, as well as Li Ruize and Li Yifei.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yuxuan's fist technique suddenly changed and did not continue in the conventional way. He took a step forward with his left foot, and his fist moved accordingly, cleverly avoiding Zhao Qiang's right arm and directly aiming at his neck. This move was one of the three variations in the fist technique. This variation depended entirely on the opponent's movement and was improvised accordingly. At such a time, the ability to react on the spot was particularly important.
Zhao Qiang really didn't expect that Zhao Yuxuan could use such an ingenious fist technique. He was suddenly shocked in his heart. He quickly turned his head to dodge, and then immediately threw a hook punch towards Zhao Yuxuan's ribs. This hook punch was not a move from Miao martial arts but from Western boxing. It seemed that Zhao Qiang had indeed learned a wide variety of things.
Seeing this, Zhao Yuxuan quickly retreated. Suddenly, he kicked towards Zhao Qiang, but halfway through the kick, he seemed to change his mind and quickly withdrew his foot. At the same time, his right arm quickly stretched out and punched towards Zhao Qiang's face. This move was very clever. The foot was just a feint, and the fist was the real killing move. If the opponent misjudged and only focused on dodging his foot, it would be very difficult to avoid this punch to the face.
However, Zhao Qiang had rich fighting experience. He accurately judged the real direction of Zhao Yuxuan's attack. He shouted loudly and also threw a straight punch, seemingly wanting to have a head - on collision with Zhao Yuxuan's fist.
Zhao Yuxuan knew in his heart that Zhao Qiang wanted to use the same old trick again, using his powerful strength to suppress his fist. However, he didn't flinch either and fought back vigorously towards Zhao Qiang. He knew very well that the muscles in his hands had become different after being reborn. These days, when fighting with others outside, he didn't dare to use his full strength. Now that he had encountered such a strong opponent, it was just the right time to test the strength of his hands.
In the blink of an eye, the two fists collided. Both of their bodies shook simultaneously and each took two steps back.
Although there was no expression on Zhao Qiang's face, his heart was full of shock. He had been full of confidence before, believing that his punch would surely injure Zhao Yuxuan's fist, making him never dare to fight with him again. After all, it was Zhao Yuxuan who threw the first punch, and in the eyes of others, his blocking and counter - attacking were very natural. Li Ruize and his wife would not blame him either.
But now he knew he was wrong. Zhao Yuxuan's fist was like a piece of extremely hard refined steel. When his fist hit it, the bones in his entire hand were in excruciating pain. However, he endured it and didn't let it show. He couldn't figure out what Zhao Yuxuan, whom he had not taken seriously before, had learned in the past two years to have such a hard fist.
Zhao Qiang carefully examined Zhao Yuxuan and found that his body seemed to be a bit stronger than before, and his skin was also a bit darker. He couldn't help but wonder what Zhao Yuxuan had learned in these two years. So, he immediately put away his thoughts of underestimating Zhao Yuxuan.
Zhao Yuxuan's fist didn't hurt, but his arm was shaking violently, and the pain kept coming. He knew very well that Zhao Qiang was still stronger than him. The two steps he had taken back must have been because his fist had suffered a loss during the collision. For a while, he was also a bit unclear about his current strength.
After the two silently confronted each other for a while, they heard Zhao Qiang shout loudly and kick towards Zhao Yuxuan. He had rich fighting experience and knew that Zhao Yuxuan's fist was a bit strange, so he didn't want to have a head - on collision with him anymore.
In an instant, the two fought fiercely again. For Zhao Yuxuan, Zhao Qiang was indeed a very rare good opponent. There were still many moves in the "Mobile Phone Fist Technique" he had learned that he couldn't use proficiently in actual combat. Only by encountering a strong opponent could he be inspired to integrate the moves and show his creativity. Zhao Yuxuan had indeed benefited a great deal from this fight. However, during the fight, he couldn't connect the moves smoothly many times, thus revealing many big flaws. And because Zhao Qiang had suffered from Zhao Yuxuan's punch before and didn't know his true strength, he thought that Zhao Yuxuan was deliberately showing flaws, so he didn't dare to attack rashly either.
In this way, the two fought back and forth. Unconsciously, half an hour had passed. Lin Yaxuan's face showed a surprised look. In the past, when Zhao Yuxuan peeked at her by the stream, she beat him up. At that time, he was clearly a man who knew nothing, and she also believed that her grandmother wouldn't teach him anything. But after more than two years of not seeing each other, he seemed to be completely reborn and had become a different person. It was really unbelievable.
She secretly looked at her grandparents and found that they both had satisfied smiles on their faces, as if they hoped that Zhao Yuxuan could win. This made her very puzzled. Her grandparents had indeed said that perhaps Zhao Yuxuan and she would have to complete a very difficult and dangerous task together. But having to be partners with this Zhao Yuxuan, who had a bad reputation and whom she hated, made her very unhappy. As for Zhao Qiang, she neither liked nor disliked him. After all, Zhao Qiang was a handsome and excellent young man. Among the Miao youth, there was indeed no second person like him. However, she always felt that Zhao Qiang seemed to lack something, but she couldn't say exactly what it was. Still, having such an excellent man pursue her could indeed make any girl feel complacent, and Lin Yaxuan was no exception.
During the intense fight, Zhao Qiang had seen that apart from his strange hands and an unskilled fist technique, Zhao Yuxuan had nothing special. He sneered coldly in his heart. Taking advantage of Zhao Yuxuan's punch, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist. Then he took a step forward, quickly inserted one foot between Zhao Yuxuan's feet, then forcefully twisted Zhao Yuxuan's arm, and his body had already turned around and was tightly pressed against Zhao Yuxuan's chest.
Zhao Qiang's move came very suddenly. There was no counter - move for this move in the "Mobile Phone Fist Technique." For a moment, Zhao Yuxuan was at a loss.
However, before he could react, Zhao Qiang exerted force simultaneously with his hand and back, suddenly carried Zhao Yuxuan on his back, and then threw him down hard.
Zhao Yuxuan immediately fell heavily on his back on the ground. His waist and hips were in great pain, and for a while, he couldn't get up again.
Zhao Qiang didn't want to continue the fight either. He took a step back and bowed to Zhao Yuxuan, saying, "Brother Zhao, thank you for being so lenient."
When Zhao Yuxuan slowly got up, Li Yifei said, "Zhao Qiang, the move you just used doesn't seem to be our Miao martial art."
Zhao Qiang replied, "Li Yifei, yes, the move I just used was indeed not Miao martial art, but Mongolian wrestling. Now the popular combat style outside is Sanda. Besides martial arts, the combat techniques of many ethnic groups can be used. If only Miao martial arts are used, it is very difficult to win in competitions."
Li Yifei looked at Zhao Yuxuan and then nodded, saying, "Very good, Zhao Qiang. You can learn from the strengths of various schools, and you will surely achieve greater success in the future. Now let's go back to the hall to drink and eat."
At Li Yifei's invitation, everyone went back to the hall to drink and eat again. Li Yifei also specifically asked Zhao Yuxuan to toast Zhao Qiang with two large glasses of wine to thank him for his guidance.
After Zhao Qiang and his group reluctantly carried the betrothal gifts back, Zhao Yuxuan was extremely drunk. He couldn't hold his liquor well. He swayed unsteadily, his face flushed red, and went back to his room and lay on the bed, unconscious.
The next morning, Zhao Yuxuan did one thing. He borrowed 10,000 yuan from Li Yifei, saying that he was going out. Li Yifei didn't ask him where he was going either, but only asked him to come back before the three - year period arrived.
Zhao Yuxuan promised very seriously, then packed a simple bag and left Tianwang Fort.