The Dominance of the Son-in-Law: My Wealthy and Beautiful Wife-Chapter 316 - 316: Seven Hundred and Eighty-Six Punches!

At this moment.
The opponent threw a punch at Fang Wudi!
Fang Wudi's legs softened, and he immediately retreated while employing the "Cloud-pushing Hand" from Tai Chi to defend, easily deflecting the opponent's fist.
The opponent paused briefly, then immediately followed up with an even fiercer combination of punches!
The punches carried the force of the wind!
At the cultivation level of a Half-step Master, one punch could bring down a house; his rapid-fire combination could dish out eighteen punches in a single second, each with a different attack posture, as if his entire body was enveloped in a layer of cutting wind!
"It's over..."
An Suxi felt a chill in her heart upon seeing this.
Such an attack was simply beyond what someone at the military general level could withstand.
"Don't worry, he can handle this level of power," Qin Feng said indifferently.
On the stage.
Fang Wudi's heart skipped a beat upon feeling the opponent's power, hastily relying on the Tai Chi Body Method to fend off the attack.
For a while.
After the combination of punches ended, Fang Wudi's back was soaked with cold sweat, his heart pounding anxiously.
The opponent, now puzzled, said, "Are you truly just a military general?"
"Yeah!"
Fang Wudi responded, "So, big brother, you must show mercy, let's stick to light contact and not strike too hard!"
Upon hearing this, the opponent gritted his teeth and launched another fierce combination of punches and kicks, relentlessly pursuing Fang Wudi; this time, the aura he emitted was even more intense, like a giant tiger gone mad, ferociously attacking Fang Wudi.
Even the spectators could feel his power.
"Big, big brother, didn't we agree to light contact..." Fang Wudi said anxiously while parrying.
At this moment.
An Suxi was on tenterhooks.
Fang Wudi's dodge of the first combination had already impressed her greatly, exceeding the abilities of an ordinary military general; now facing an even more violent attack, being hit could at the very least result in severe injury!
"Let's throw in the white flag!" An Suxi suggested to Qin Feng, "I've underestimated the power of a Half-step Master, if anything goes wrong, Master Fang might get hurt."
"No need, just keep watching," Qin Feng remained calm and collected.
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Not far behind, Wang Shanming laughed smugly, "Qin Feng, your guy seems to be getting beaten all over the place. Hehe, it would be a shame if he loses before facing my boxer. According to our agreement, that would still count as a loss."
"I think you should be praying that your guy doesn't lose before facing us."
Qin Feng shrugged off the comment.
"Hmph, so arrogant and ignorant of your own limitations!" Wang Shanming snorted coldly.
The competition continued.
At that moment.
An elder not far to the left, watching ring number five, remarked, "Very strong. That boxer has thrown seven hundred and eighty-six punches and three hundred and thirty-six kicks in this period. Such Fighting Skill, at the level of Half-step Master, is considered top-notch!"
"Yes."
The short-haired girl beside the old man nodded, "If I were up against him, it would probably give me a tough time."
Right then, the big screen had already called for the short-haired girl to enter the ring.
As she stood up and headed to the ring, passing by Qin Feng, she advised him, "A kind word of advice, throw in the white flag! A military general doesn't have the strength to withstand such an attack."
With that, she walked away.
The old man also advised Qin Feng, "Indeed, sometimes giving up is to better protect."
But Qin Feng's demeanor remained unaffected, smiling at the old man, "Old sir, the opponent is indeed quite impressive, throwing hundreds of punches and kicks, yet Fang Wudi is still safe and sound."
"Oh?"
The old man was taken aback for a moment, then turned back to the ring with a look of surprise.
Seeing the situation, An Suxi anxiously said, "He might be fine now, but that doesn't mean he will be later. If he gets hit by a punch, he'll regret it too late!"
"No!"
The old man was now surprised, his eyes wide open, and he said, "I was wrong, he won't be hit!"
"Why?" An Suxi asked.
"We all overlooked one problem," the old man said. "He has dodged hundreds of punches already, which means his strength must be above his opponent's!"
"Exactly!"
An Suxi's heart also skipped a beat.
Her family ran a fighting arena, and she had seen countless boxing matches.
If there is a gap in strength with an opponent, the decline would usually show within a hundred or two hundred punches at most. Yet Fang Wudi, despite constantly evading, had dodged seven or eight hundred punches without getting hit once. This was no coincidence; it was because he was capable!
"I've told you long ago, he is very impressive," Qin Feng said with a smile.
Then,
he covered his mouth with both hands and shouted to the still frantically evading Fang Wudi: "Enough, finish him with the next punch!!"
Fang Wudi did a ground roll to retreat to the side and said with a pained expression: "Master, he is a Half-step Master!"
"..."
Qin Feng was embarrassed.
This coward, still not realizing his own prowess to this point.
The opponent also stopped, breathless and sweating profusely, and said to Fang Wudi with difficulty catching his breath: "You... You've got guts, just stand there and don't... don't run..."
"Only a fool would keep running!" Fang Wudi said.
Seeing this, Qin Feng shouted at him again: "If you keep running, get lost; I can't afford to lose that much face!"
"Master..."
"Shut up!"
"..."
Fang Wudi had a face as bitter as a bitter melon.
No choice.
He could only stand there, as Qin Feng commanded.
The opponent, seeing this, became excited, clenched his fists, and said: "That's more like a fighter!"
If it continued this way.
He would probably exhaust himself to vomiting before even getting to hit Qin Feng.
Now, there was finally a chance for a one-punch KO!
Below the stage.
Seeing this, the old man frowned and said to Qin Feng: "Young man, isn't this too risky? He is just a military general; he has no advantage in strength or physical endurance, relying only on agile footwork and movement techniques. In five more minutes, he would wear down his opponent, why take the risk?"
"Heh, this isn't being risky."
Qin Feng said with a laugh.
"This is arrogance!" Not far behind, Wang Shanming sneered and said, "Thinking just because you got lucky and dodged a few punches from the opponent, you can definitely beat him? Heh, you really are too arrogant."
An Suxi also frowned at this point and said to Qin Feng: "Let's be more cautious!"
Qin Feng looked at Wang Shanming and said: "How about a bet? If Fang Wudi wins this round, then you slap yourself three times?"
"Fine, no going back on your word!"
Wang Shanming agreed without hesitation.
He couldn't wait to get revenge for the humiliation he had suffered; now he could collect some interest first!
If Fang Wudi kept dodging, he wouldn't dare predict the outcome now.
But.
If it came to exchanging punches, a military general and a Half-step Master were simply on two different levels!
Qin Feng smirked dismissively and looked towards the arena.
On the stage.
Fang Wudi was still very nervous.
The opponent, however, was very excited, lifted his Iron Fist, pushed off the ground with his foot, and like a fired cannonball, lunged at Fang Wudi, yelling: "Go to hell!!!"