"Chengfeng, you ultimately have to rely on yourself. It's rare to encounter two opponents this weak, hahaha." Yaoyao was not only mocking Old Five and Old Six but also me.
"...Are they that weak? Their speed is so fast, I don't think I can win!" I mumbled.
"You definitely can't win in a weapon fight," Yaoyao continued, "but if it's a fist and kick match, you still have a chance to win. Pay attention to the enemy's body."
I looked at Old Six.
"What about his body? He's quite burly!" I said.
Seeing me muttering to myself, Old Six looked confused and turned to Song Wenzhi, "Young Master, has this guy been beaten silly by me?"
"Silly? He's not crippled yet! Then let's keep beating him!" Song Wenzhi grinned sinisterly.
Old Six swung his nunchucks and stepped forward again. I raised my hand to stop him, "Hold on! You have a weapon, and I don't. This isn't fair."
With that, I threw aside the broken broom, brought my knees together, half-crouched, spread my palms, left hand in front, right hand behind, and said calmly, "Wing Chun, Wu Wen."
"Ask your mother! Old Six, don't listen to his nonsense, keep beating him with the stick!" Song Wenzhi shouted.
Old Six looked at the nunchucks in his hand and suddenly felt they weren't as appealing. After a moment's hesitation, he still obeyed his young master's command and swung the nunchucks at me.
Just as I was wondering how to respond, a blur flashed from the side, and *swoosh*, the nunchucks were kicked away by the fox demon, spinning in the air for over a dozen circles before hanging on the power line.
However, after kicking away the nunchucks, the fox demon returned to its original position and continued to watch with her arms crossed.
It seemed Yaoyao's telepathic ability was more powerful than a phone, capable of communicating with both me and the fox demon simultaneously. Although I've always used Huawei and never foreign goods, even a broken iPhone 14 can't have a conference call with two people, right?
Old Six hadn't expected the fox demon's speed to be so astonishing. He paused and couldn't help but give the fox demon a thumbs-up, "Master, this is a master!"
He then turned to Song Wenzhi, "Young Master, there's a master here today, let's go!"
"Go your mother!" Song Wenzhi seemed to greet everyone with "Ni Ma," "What master! Beat her too!"
"Don't worry," the fox demon smiled, "I won't interfere in your match. Come on."
Old Six looked at the fox demon's peerless beauty, swallowed with a mix of joy and fear, then turned to me, assuming a boxing stance, "Come."
"How do we fight?" I asked.
Old Six was confused, "What do you mean?"
"I'm not asking you, please wait a moment." I said politely, addressing Yaoyao.
"Didn't I just tell you? Pay attention to his body," Yaoyao continued telepathically.
"I'm watching."
"Can you see the direction of his meridians?"
"Yes," I said, "very clearly, like a river map. But what's the use?"
"Rivers have confluences, and so do the meridians in the human body. Before a mountain flood, the river water surges. Before the body exerts force, the qi in the meridians surges. At river confluences, water transport is convenient, making it easy to gather qi and form cities. At meridian confluences, it's easy for qi to dissipate, forming vital points. As long as you can attack these vital points, you can naturally win."
"I see."
"Can we start now?" Old Six asked nervously.
I nodded, "Let's go."
Old Six cautiously took two steps forward and lightly bumped fists with my lead hand. Then, I "saw" the qi color in the meridians of his left arm suddenly brighten, and the dimension of the meridians thickened considerably. Could this be what Yaoyao called "meridian qi surging"?
I immediately focused all my attention on his left hand, preparing to defend.
However, my naked eye saw something else entirely!
Old Six's right fist was heading straight for my face. I hadn't paid any attention to his right hand, so when his fist's wind brushed past my face, I made no move to dodge.
But he "didn't hit" and quickly withdrew his right arm. His left arm, charged with meridian qi, launched an uppercut towards my jaw!
Understood!
The right jab was a feint; the left hook was the real move!