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Wudang seems like a great martial arts sect, but secretly its situation is one of leaving no successors, which makes Wang Longhu feel quite emotional.

But in today's era, the prospects of martial arts are bleak, with no hope for the future. Therefore, it's normal that not many people are willing to invest in it.

After all, if you practice Ming Jin, at most you'll end up being a bodyguard. If you want to achieve Dark Force, it's like crossing a single-plank bridge over a vast army. Success means wealth and ease, while failure means wasting decades of time and becoming a joke among acquaintances.

As Wang Longhu and his companion were talking, the Daoist Chang Kong had already quickly stood up from the ground.

As a martial artist from Wudang, he grew up on a foundation of martial arts, so his stance should have been solid and stable, unmoving like a mountain.

Yet he was easily thrown to the ground by the little devil, which is quite disgraceful for any martial artist.

Daoist Chang Kong let out a fierce shout, hurling a punch that suddenly made a crackling sound out of thin air. It was certainly a full-force punch.

In principle, sparring should not be done with all one's strength, because if this force hits someone, it's no trivial matter.

At the least, it could injure muscles and bones; at worst, it might kill someone on the spot.

Keep in mind that even an average adult can potentially kill someone with a few punches if they strike in a fit of rage.

Not to mention a martial artist like Daoist Chang Kong who has practiced Ming Jin; it's practically a life-and-death struggle.

Seeing this scene, Wang Longhu felt somewhat uneasy.

"Still has not achieved balance in mind and heart." Celestial Martial Arts Daoist shook his head but appeared calm.

Uekawa Jishou's eyes lit up. Their Japanese martial arts exchange group came this time to promote national prestige.

Defeating Wudang is one thing, but showcasing their country's style is another.

Seeing Daoist Chang Kong lose his reason after being thrown down by himself, Uekawa Jishou was delighted, quickly grounding his stance with stability.

Facing Daoist Chang Kong's Wudang Fist, he had no intention to dodge whatsoever, extending his hands to entangle and seize the opponent.

When Uekawa Jishou seized the incoming Daoist Chang Kong's fist aiming at his chest, he twisted both hands, attempting to forcibly snap the opponent's wrist.

If this move succeeds, Daoist Chang Kong's hands would be rendered useless. This move was vicious, and those present who understood the harm showed expressions of displeasure on their faces.

But inevitably, originally both sides agreed it was merely sparring, stopping at the point, friendship first, competition second.

However, Daoist Chang Kong struck with full force first, which put Wudang at a moral disadvantage. Hence, Uekawa Jishou's vicious counterattack couldn't be criticized much.

Seeing this little devil plotting with such a malicious appearance, Daoist Chang Kong sensed something was wrong at the moment the opponent exerted force.

He immediately sank both arms, attempting to forcibly suppress Uekawa Jishou's position to escape his capture with strength.

"I've practiced Ming Jin for years; this little devil dreams of capturing me." Daoist Chang Kong coldly snorted in his heart, full of confidence.

Meanwhile, the Celestial Martial Arts Daoist standing beside Wang Longhu suddenly said, "Ruined."

Wang Longhu kept his focus entirely on the two sparring individuals. When Daoist Chang Kong thought he could escape Uekawa Jishou's control with strength, an unexpected incident occurred.

Uekawa Jishou smiled wickedly, witnessing Daoist Chang Kong's left wrist slip out of his grip.

The scene appeared as if he was overpowered, naturally part of Daoist Chang Kong's expectations.

Surprisingly, only Daoist Chang Kong's left hand managed to escape, but his right hand was still firmly clenched by Uekawa Jishou.

The appearance seemed like it was intentional by Uekawa Jishou.

Wang Longhu instinctively felt an ominous premonition. Daoist Chang Kong seemed doomed.

Sure enough, everything happened in the blink of an eye as Uekawa Jishou transitioned from single-handedly gripping Daoist Chang Kong's wrist to a double-handed hold.

Just then he executed a back-flip throw, stance resembling lifting an item on the shoulder, feet firmly planted, as he exerted force, Daoist Chang Kong was dragged to stick against Uekawa Jishou's back.

With no time to react, Uekawa Jishou performed an over-the-shoulder slam, crashing Daoist Chang Kong violently onto the ground, hard enough to crack century-old bricks beneath him.

"Wow!"

Despite practicing Wudang Fist, with a sturdy physique, it's no match for stone.

Daoist Chang Kong spat out a blood spray, with his entire arm twisted in skin folds with severe dislocation at the joint, showing the force of Uekawa Jishou's fierce throw.

It was as if Daoist Chang Kong's body was cargo, his arm the tether; all the weight rested on his arm.

This kind of throw force, solely relying on a Ming Jin martial artist's physique, is absolutely indefensible.

After spitting blood, Daoist Chang Kong subsequently fell into unconsciousness. The winner and loser were immediately clear.

Although Uekawa Jishou is a little devil, his recent wrist-hold back throw was undeniably exquisite.

The foot posture and leverage from the leg bend, combined with the sudden force from the waist, allowed him to unleash greater power utilizing skillful strength.

Thus, he managed to incapacitate a Ming Jin martial artist with a single over-shoulder throw.

Furthermore, this throw likely left Daoist Chang Kong's arm with irreparable dark injuries, significantly affecting his future martial arts practice.

"Daoist Chang Kong!"

"Chang Kong!"