Chapter 1070: Chapter 1071 Forcing Out Experts
Singh charged again, and this time he was clearly more cautious than before. When he punched, it was no longer a punch to the end, leaving no room, but rather seven parts attack, three parts retreat.
"Not bad, Singh, this kid, his brain is still good, he knows why he suffered last time."
"Yeah, now Iâm even more curious to see this Chinese boyâs reaction. Ah!"
The two warriors of the highest status were commenting when they suddenly saw Singhâs body fly up again and then crash heavily to the ground once more.
"How is this done?" This time, even the two masters did not understand.
Singh, already furious, roared, jumped up, and pounced on Song Xiaodong again. But he only threw a few punches before becoming an airborne flyer once more.
"Ah!" Singh jumped up and pounded his chest with force, roaring like a gorilla, and pounced on Song Xiaodong again.
But no matter how he used his Kung Fu, in the end, he was always thrown away by Song Xiaodong, and his fists couldnât even touch the corner of Song Xiaodongâs clothes.
"Bang bang bang..."
Singh, like a thick-skinned gorilla, jumped up every time he fell, and every time he jumped up, he was quickly thrown down again.
The sound of his body hitting the ground made people feel more and more pain for him. Many people were already urging Singh to stop and admit defeat. This stubborn guy was obsessed with fighting Song Xiaodong to the end.
"Bang..." Once again thrown to the ground, Singh wanted to get up again but struggled and fell back down.
Then he pounded the ground twice with his fists, looked up, and stared at Song Xiaodong, gritting his teeth, saying, "I lost, but Iâm not convinced. Youâre using witchcraft, not your real skill."
Song Xiaodong smiled slightly, took back his stance, and said, "This is the most authentic Kung Fu of China, called Tai Chi, which uses strength to counteract strength. I threw you down using only your own strength. This Kung Fu is profound and vast, and Iâve only scratched the surface."
"Good! Beautiful!" Karen shouted excitedly and waved his fist energetically, as if Song Xiaodong wasnât fighting his family member.
Bettyâs eyes also lit up. Her familyâs warriors were all masters; Betty knew that. So she instinctively thought Song Xiaodong was incapable. Now, Song Xiaodong had easily defeated a master like Singh, leaving him unable to get up. It was truly unexpected.
"It seems this is truly a Kung Fu master from China. Let me give it a try." One of the two highest-ranking individuals stepped out and directly approached Song Xiaodong.
"Oh my God, Benny is actually going to make a move!"
"Benny hasnât taken the initiative to spar with anyone in a long time!"
"This guy doesnât seem simple, actually getting Benny to feel the urge to act."
Betty was taken aback and said, "Benny, youâre... going to make a move?"
Benny nodded and said, "Miss Betty, rest assured, I know how to treat guests. I just saw a Kung Fu master from China and couldnât resist trying my hand."
Betty hesitated for a moment, finally nodded, and said, "Then please be careful." When she said careful, she wasnât worried about Benny being injured by Song Xiaodong, but reminding Benny not to hurt Song Xiaodong.
Even though Song Xiaodong had easily defeated Singh, Betty still didnât think Song Xiaodong could win against Benny. After all, Benny ranked among the top warriors in the Walter Family, a level of strength considered terrifying.
Betty had personally witnessed Benny crushing a steel pipe into a ball, as if kneading a plastic tube.
Benny nodded again, looked at Song Xiaodong, and said, "Are you ready?"
Song Xiaodong looked at Benny, smiled slightly, gracefully gestured with his hand, and said, "Please!"
Benny was over 1.9 meters tall, but not quite 2 meters. His build wasnât as robust as Singhâs, but every inch of his exposed skin carried a sheen.
Benny didnât hold back anymore, stepped forward, and threw a punch toward Song Xiaodongâs face.
This looked similar to Singhâs Straight Punch, but in Song Xiaodongâs eyes, it was vastly different. The trajectory of this punch had a peculiar quiver, making it impossible to predict his next move, preventing him from easily grabbing his wrist like before.
Moreover, Bennyâs punch was fully aggressive, as if no matter how Song Xiaodong dodged, heâd be engulfed by this punch.
Song Xiaodong squinted slightly at Bennyâs punch, reminiscent of Su Zhentianâs Sky-overturning Palm, giving similar pressure.
Song Xiaodong had sparred with Su Zhentian numerous times, thoroughly studying this Sky-overturning Palm, and completely mastered the technique. So he stood there, motionless, eyes locked on Bennyâs punch.
This punch seemed simple, but it was Bennyâs true skill, using nearly eighty percent of his strength. Singhâs defeat was too embarrassing, and he wanted to regains his face, hoping to knock Song Xiaodong down with one punch.
If Song Xiaodong moved, he had follow-up moves lined up confidently, ready to send Song Xiaodong flying at once.
But Song Xiaodong just stood there motionless, his hands unflinching, his face bearing a light smile, completely beyond Bennyâs expectations.
Benny could attack with this punch, but suddenly felt if he did, it would lose its effect. However, not attacking, leaving the punch halfway would be embarrassing too.
This thought flashed through his mind.
But just this hesitation left a slight flaw in his move, which Song Xiaodong immediately caught. With a turn of hands, he wrapped them around Bennyâs fist.
Benny let out a deep shout, secretly praising Song Xiaodongâs eyes and reaction speed. He followed with another punch, like a Meteor Hammer, aimed at Song Xiaodongâs shoulder.
Song Xiaodong directly blocked Bennyâs first punch with both hands, his body seemingly defying physics, ignoring the counterforce, and directly advancing to collide into Bennyâs chest, simultaneously avoiding Bennyâs second punch.
In just an instant, both had skilfully showcased their true strengths, and Benny instantly shed his contempt, realizing that the opponent in front of him was equally strong.