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With a physique honed to the level of Wang Longhu, even a fingernail could be as sharp as a blade, capable of punching a hole in someone's abdomen with a kick.

Lu Tieying clapped his palms together, blocked Wang Longhu's ankle, and pushed away. He reversed his palms in a sweeping motion to chop at Wang Longhu's face.

This palm strike was full of vigor, combining Lu Tieying's Eight Trigrams Palm with Iron Sand Palm techniques, capable of shattering even a stone on the spot.

Although Wang Longhu possessed a physique of 4.0, with a skeleton far surpassing that of ordinary people by unknown multiples, he dared not test it at this moment. Otherwise, even if Lu Tieying couldn't crack his skull, his brain would surely turn to mush from the impact.

"Ha!"

Wang Longhu's shoulders and back suddenly expanded, showcasing the form of a tiger-backed, bear-waisted figure. His powerful body strength directly burst the specially made three-layer work clothes he was wearing, revealing a body full of muscular power.

Facing the incoming palm strike from Lu Tieying, Wang Longhu sent out a single punch, his entire arm muscles expanding another circle, producing a blasting sound in the air.

Bang!

At the instant when the palm and fist collided, Lu Tieying's expression changed abruptly. Having practiced external Iron Sand Palm and internal Eight Trigrams Palm for over ten years and had entered Dark Force, he believed his strength was unmatched.

Even when facing other Dark Force martial artists, it would at most result in a drawn match; overpowering them on strength seemed impossible.

But at this moment, Lu Tieying was wrong. The strength in Wang Longhu's punch was like a tsunami from behind, instantly numbing his hand.

For a brief moment, Lu Tieying even had an illusion that his arm had been punched flying by Wang Longhu.

Compared to Wang Longhu's elbow, his punching force was several times stronger!

"Is this guy a monster?" Lu Tieying staggered back, staring in horror at Wang Longhu, who exuded a fierce beast-like aura.

For some reason, in Lu Tieying's eyes at this moment, Wang Longhu had vanished, replaced by a huge, ferocious beast, ready to pounce and devour him at any time.

"Damn!" Lu Tieying slapped himself awake, his spirit finally restoring clarity.

He came back to his senses, feeling extremely shocked. That exchange with Wang Longhu had shaken his consciousness into a haze.

"No wonder he's an expert in Dark Force with a protective aura. Otherwise, whoever takes my punch would have their arm scrapped immediately." Wang Longhu thought to himself, watching Lu Tieying's trembling arm.

Generally speaking, whether it's a sparring match between Ming Jin or Dark Force experts, neither side can overpower the other significantly in terms of strength.

Because human physical abilities have limits, martial artists supplement these limits through martial arts training, so those of similar levels often compete in the intricacy of boxing techniques and the ability to find openings and seize opportunities.

Life and death often occur in that instant when an opening appears.

Strike without delay, strike to death in one blow!

In Lu Tieying's view, his encounters with other Dark Force masters would naturally be similar, with no chance of overwhelming strength.

Lu Tieying was very confident, having practiced martial arts for over ten years, his strength would not be weak against anyone.

But tonight, he miscalculated. Wang Longhu was like a phenomenon appearing out of nowhere, shattering his perceptions.

Previously, Lu Tieying relied on his dominant technique capable of crushing rocks and cutting iron, along with Dark Force, believing he was unmatched in Hong Kong unless encountering Huajin.

But unexpectedly, having come to the mainland, he met Wang Longhu.

Both were Dark Force practitioners, and Wang Longhu gave him an unprecedented sense of crisis, making Lu Tieying feel very uneasy, as if he might very well die at Wang Longhu's hands.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye; since Wang Longhu had forced his opponent back with a punch, he wouldn't give Lu Tieying much chance to breathe.

With a single leap, Wang Longhu approached Lu Tieying, sweeping out with his single arm, as Lu Tieying blocked with his hands.

Wang Longhu seized the opportunity to grab his wrist and followed up with a straight punch to the face, knowing Lu Tieying's strength. Lu Tieying immediately deflected, freeing himself from Wang Longhu's grip.

With a flick retreat, his feet stepped rapidly in Eight Trigrams steps, like clouds rising under his feet, his palms coldly burst forth, swift as lightning and thunder.

One palm struck towards Wang Longhu's nape, another towards his lumbar spine.

Martial artists often aim for deadly targets, as the saying goes, breaking limbs is not as effective as snapping the spine, solve it in one move rather than prolong it to two.

Wang Longhu suddenly curled his arm and locked it in his armpit, countering with a Baji Fist elbow strike from the side-back, a move intended for mutual destruction. If Lu Tieying insisted on killing Wang Longhu, his own end would be equally dire.

But few are willing to engage in mutually destructive actions, particularly wealthy martial artists.

In this era, affluent martial artists enjoy material comforts daily; life has long lost the ancient martial spirit of life-and-death struggles. Practicing martial arts is merely a way of making a living.

If Lu Tieying wasn't chosen by Lu Pingshan to become the Lu family's enforcer, taking over the family's underground business, it wouldn't be likely for him to practice martial arts.

Though affluent sons can live to old age enjoying wealth and luxury for decades, unless encountering serious illness, they would never foolishly exchange places with others.

Frankly speaking, in safe and orderly countries, a million would at most buy a car or house, but in those backward third-world countries, a million could buy the life of an entire family.