Come on No. 69, let's go!

  The first round was Wang Jian defending and Sun Erniang attacking. When the second round began, the offense and defense suddenly swapped, and Wang Jian took a step forward to arrive in front of Sun Erniang.

  And he chuckled at her while she was stunned.

  "Be careful, a short punch!" Sun De Sheng suddenly reminded, but his reminder instead made Sun Er slow down by half a beat.

  Yes! Wang Jian had already seen it from just now, Sun Ershao was good at using the big opening and closing moves, whether it was speed or strength, it was all top-notch, as if he had been trained by a famous master since childhood. Moreover, Wang Jian also had to take care of Tian Ran'er and Lin Yaxuan on the side, so he couldn't completely do as he pleased.

  So once they clashed, Wang Jian would definitely be at a disadvantage due to distraction. Even if Wang Jian was slightly faster and stronger, Sun Ersha had the upper hand with his cunning and also possessed that strange skill similar to left and right mutual combat.

  It's rare to meet an opponent who can match him, and Wang San, who has a good fight in his bones, was boiling at the time. Although he appears to be somewhat pedantic in peacetime, when it comes to a duel, his reaction speed, which surpasses that of normal humans, can absolutely allow him to find a suitable and winning move in the shortest possible time.

  So when Wang Jian and Sun Erniang faced each other, in less than a second, Wang Jian suddenly made his move, his palm moving like a goose swimming in the water, but obviously much faster, and of course, the movement was much more beautiful, not like that kind of traditional old lady's slapping technique...

  Sun Ershao hastily parried twice in his flustered state, and took advantage of the brief opening to quickly retreat backwards. However, Wang Jian did not give him any opportunity, sticking closely to Sun Ershao and rapidly attacking his exposed weak points.

  This move is actually a Wing Chun technique, similar to Ip Man's swift and agile small punches, but Wang Jian uses his palm instead of fists, with slightly less destructive power, but faster speed, and also has both offense and defense.

  Sun Ershao was left with no choice but to defend himself, but gradually he was forced into a corner, his eyes suddenly turned fierce, his fists clenched, and he actually started a fierce fight with Wang Jian.

  The two men's fists and palms were crackling, but it was clear that Wang Jian still had an absolute advantage in close combat, and seemed to be deliberately only slapping his fists, making his hands look red and swollen.

  Just then, Sun Ershao suddenly raised his knee sharply towards Wang Jian's abdomen while fending off Wang Jian. If he was hit by this move, even if he wore a golden bell and iron shirt, he would have to kneel down and spit out bile.

  Ke Wang Jian seemed to have calculated his attack, and as he lifted his knee, he suddenly crouched down and used his elbow joint to collide with Second Master's knee.

  Ersha couldn't help but let out a stifled hum, his body slightly crouched, using his shoulder to charge violently at Wang Jian. This was almost a life-risking move, if it were in a real fight, putting one's head forward first would be extremely dangerous, regardless of whether or not they had iron-head skills, after all, the head may be hard but the neck is weak and easily broken.

  However, he seemed to have calculated that Wang Jian would not twist his neck, so he came up with such a sinister move.

  Wang Jian actually almost used his hand knife to chop off his neck vertebra, but halfway through, he changed it to push his forehead and borrowed this force to jump back, opening up the distance.

  "In the second game, I lost."

  Sun Ershao shook his hands, which were sore and hot from the beating, and leaned the large thigh that Wang Jian had struck against the wall behind him to relax for a moment. Although his tone of voice and expression didn't change, the muscles on his face twitching from time to time deeply betrayed the fact that he was actually in a lot of pain.

  Actually, among so many onlookers, most people thought that Wang Jian and Er Shao were evenly matched, but only Lin Yaxuan saw through it. After all, she knew that Wang Jian had a leg strap on his body, which would have some benefits in terms of stability. However, one thing was certain: in terms of physical strength, explosive power, and speed, he was absolutely suppressed.

  Even if he was suppressed like this, he could still have a hot and noisy fight with Sun Ersha, not only did he not fall behind, but also won by a narrow margin. Moreover, Sun Ersha was not a rookie in the boxing circle, he was also a legendary figure, as one of the bosses, he would challenge the current boxing champion after each tournament, so far he had challenged eleven and won all of them without losing a single match.

  Even now he didn't use his full strength, such a master was actually forced into a corner by Wang Jian, and even used small fragmented fists to tease him. I suppose his heart wasn't feeling good either.

  The second young master took a deep breath and stood in front of Wang Jian again: "It seems that you are also a good hand, the final round."

  Wang Jian waved his hand: "You can't beat me, let's stop fighting."

  "Don't say such things."

  Sun Er's opening stance was one that even TV had never seen before, it looked quite strange, his whole body seemed to be wide open, but anyone who understood a bit of martial arts would know that no matter which angle you attacked him from, he would counterattack and defend.

  Wang Jian saw his starting pose, furrowed his brow, and then also made a strange starting pose, although slightly different from Sun Ershaos, but after all, it was still similar, only completely opposite.

  "Oh? You can even do the Henggong Pushing Hands?"

  Wang Jian smiled slightly: "I've learned a bit of everything, I'm afraid it's laughable."

  "But why are you against it?"

  Wang Jian chuckled: "Because this is not a palace-style push hand."

  After finishing speaking, Wang Jian and Sun Ershao launched a simultaneous attack, and in an extremely short period of time, the two became entangled with each other, sticking together in a Taiji posture.

  Actually, most people's understanding of Tai Chi is fundamentally wrong. Although the concept of "borrowing force to counterattack" is not bad, if we speak from the heart, this kind of after-the-fact counterattacking fist technique must be faster than the opponent and more accurately find the opponent's weak point.

  At this moment, Wang Jian suddenly discovered that the guy in front of him was absolutely a real master. His push hands were like flowing clouds and water, and Wang Jian's strength and speed would all be resolved by him one by one. Moreover, Er Shao not only defended without any gaps but also had opportunities to probe Wang Jian and wait for a chance to attack.

  Of course, Wang Jian was not to be outdone. Although he wasn't very good at this soft and fluffy kung fu in his opinion, he could still manage to learn it with some semblance of style. After all, all the fists and kicks in the world were rooted in the same source, and his reaction and speed completely made up for his lack of skill.

  So the two people in the room were moving in an arc-shaped pace, advancing and retreating, looking like they were dancing a slow waltz at first glance, but in reality, both of them were accumulating strength and waiting to strike, and whether or not they would collide with each other's palm was enough to shatter a huge coarse ceramic water jar.

  Sun De Sheng was beaming with pride, after all his own son was a collection of the strengths of many families. Although he had been lazy since childhood, it couldn't be helped that he was naturally talented and in this generation of children, he was absolutely the pillar that held everything together.

  "Your mind is not right, practice less. Otherwise, you will have a demon in your heart."

  "What century is this, martial arts are being forced, and you think I would believe in something like a heart demon?"

  Wang Jian and Sun Ershao started talking while advancing and retreating, Wang Jian's face was full of sincerity, while Sun Ershao was completely disdainful.

  "There is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts. You can't afford to lose."

  Wang Jian finished speaking, his body suddenly tensed up, and his strength suddenly transformed from soft to hard. In an instant, he broke through Sun Ershao's defense circle. At this moment, Sun Ershao's face changed color and he wanted to retreat. But it was still too late, Wang Jian transformed his palm into a finger, and his finger into a hammer, but just as the hammer was about to form a fist, Wang Jian hesitated for a moment, turning his fist into a palm, and releasing a burst of energy.

  Within a distance of less than five centimeters, Sun Ersha was knocked flying by Wang Jian, until he heavily crashed into the wall, making a dull thud, before everyone in the scene came to their senses.

  Wang Jian slowly put away his horse bow and relaxed his body, taking the clothes from Tianran's hands. He turned sideways to face Sun Ershao and said, "You're too impatient. If you've reached a certain state of mind, I might lose."

  "A Jia is so handsome! So handsome!"

  The natural second pair of eyes has already burst into light. It must be said that Wang Jian's appearance just now was absolutely stunning, whether it was his figure or demeanor, and the last sideways glance, which was exactly like a worldly high-ranking official in a movie, an absolute killer of women. Even Tianran Er, such a second-rate goods, was killed by him, if placed on an ordinary woman, I estimate that being directly knocked down is not impossible.

  Just as Wang Jian was putting on his clothes, the hairs on his body suddenly stood up, and Tian Er's cry of surprise had already come. Relying on his instincts, he directly fell backwards, a reverse hanging bell flew out, and before landing, he felt his leg and another leg collide with each other...

  He's nothing to worry about, but don't forget that Wang Jian has lead blocks tied to his legs...

  The second young master, seeing that the sneak attack was unsuccessful, just wanted to come again for the second time. However, as soon as his leg, which had collided with Wang Jian's, touched the ground, he felt a sharp pain that pierced through his bones and marrow. The pain was so intense that it made him involuntarily shudder, and in the next second, due to losing balance, he sat down on the ground with a thud.

  "You lost again in the third game."

  Wang Jian flipped over with a beautiful backflip and stood up, dust-free, and smiled at the Second Young Master who was sitting on the ground: "I told you, your heart is not right. Martial virtue is more important than martial arts."

  Although Sun Ershao's eyes were shrouded in gloom, he still wore a smiling face: "I've learned something!"

  After seeing Wang Jian off, Sun Ershao got up with the help of the stairs and waved his hand at Sun Desheng who came over to support him with a nonchalant face: "Dad, can you investigate this person's background? I think he's not simple."

  Sun De Sheng also nodded heavily: "Even you lost, it's really infuriating."

  "I didn't lose." Sun Ershao gritted his teeth: "I just got careless."

  The big uncle next door shook his head and turned back upstairs. Sun De Sheng also took a deep look at his second son, helplessly shaking his head, and followed him up.

  "Old broom..."

  Dawei shook his head: "This son of yours is a pity, what a good seedling. Unrighteous heart, can't achieve great things. That child just now I think is quite interesting, this temperament, haven't seen in many years."

  Sun De Sheng couldn't help but laugh: "This kid can even get on my nerves, he really doesn't know how to be a person."

  "It's your own fault, who can you blame? But let me tell you something from the heart, you this second son, you can't not be on guard." Dawei's father glanced at Sun Ershao, who was still standing in the doorway of the hall looking at Wang Jian and his group, and let out a deep sigh:

  "You'd better hand over the family business to your elder brother sooner rather than later."

  Sun De Sheng nodded: "I will as soon as possible."