CHAPTER 957: CHAPTER 957: CLASH!

The shabby old man accelerated forward, launching his attack in the blink of an eye, his actions seamless!

Leaving no chance for a dodge, Ye Xuan did not intend to evade either. To avoid battle upon his arrival is not the Black Emperor’s style.

"Well come!"

Ye Xuan shouted, neither dodging nor avoiding, raising his fists to meet the opponent, colliding head-on with the old man’s legs.

Fist versus foot, it’s always at a disadvantage as people know the power of a fist can’t compare to a foot. Yet, the situation at hand is evenly matched! Ye Xuan met the old man’s attack with fists, completely withstand the shabby elder’s offensive.

Both fists struck the old man’s soles, unleashing a forceful explosion!

The ensuing momentum felt like two speeding trains colliding, the scene brutal, the skies darkened, dust rising from the ground.

Boom, boom, boom!

As soon as fist and foot met, they split, and both retreated back.

Ye Xuan retreated two steps, the shabby old man also retreated three steps, the difference between the two wasn’t significant! But Ye Xuan had suppressed the other’s leg attack with his fists, showing he held the upper hand in this first round!

The shabby old man steadied himself, not allowing Ye Xuan any respite, once again pounding the ground with his feet, swiftly charging forward, swinging his fist towards Ye Xuan.

Until now, the shabby old man hadn’t opened his eyes, yet he can analyze the arena situation clearly, including pinpointing Ye Xuan’s standing position.

He could even identify Ye Xuan’s vulnerabilities, including flaws in the opponent’s stance. That is the extraordinary feature of Drunken Fist: a body drunk, a heart not drunk, a form intoxicated, an intention not! Even with closed eyes, it’s as though an extra eye perceives the outer world.

Eyes closed, mind not shuttered!

He can accurately judge external matters, hence making the most suitable decisions!

Especially during the previous engagement, he felt amazed, this young man could withstand his attack and gain the upper hand.

Though he only tested lightly without using his full power, he believed Ye Xuan hadn’t exerted all strength either, this youth equally held reserves!

Interesting huh!

The shabby old man grew interested in Ye Xuan, unexpected he confronted such a formidable opponent shortly after release, notably still so young.

It seems during years of confinement, Yan Country’s martial arts world spawned many mighty figures, even in the younger generation, such strong existences emerged! If they weren’t adversaries, he won’t mind befriending Ye Xuan.

But regrettably, now he must defeat him, or even kill Ye Xuan! Next, he wouldn’t hold back any further!

Seeing the opponent rushing again, this time Ye Xuan didn’t use his fists but slashed over with palms.

Infused with strange energy, his right palm glittered with terrifying Qi Force momentum, colliding violently with the old man’s fist.

Bang!

The two collided, once again releasing a muffled crash.

The fierce impact between fist and palm lifted both again!

The shabby old man leveraged the retreating force, his body changing mysteriously, floating, and after shedding the impact, flashed to Ye Xuan’s right side.

Circling on the ground, retrieving his fists, then using the stored force the left leg lashed a whip kick at Ye Xuan, explosive Qi Force, drawing a ’crack’ sound from the air!

"Big Splitting Palm!"

Ye Xuan shouted deeply, raising the right palm again, fiercely slicing at the midpoint of the old man’s left shin, transferring all the leg’s force.

Neutralizing while attacking!

Simultaneously, his left hand grasped and clutched, as the old man’s body lost balance, catching the opponent’s ankle, swung his body directly.

Roar!

A hefty shout, the grasping palm pushed and released, the shabby old man’s body flew out, set to crash seven or eight meters away.

Just as his body was about to land, he stretched out a hand forcefully, grounding with one hand, shedding the body’s force!

Subsequently, his body flipped backward steadily, finally stood firmly on the ground, as straight as an old vigorous pine.

It wasn’t until then did he open his eyes, looking at Ye Xuan, showing a ghastly grin: "Hey kid, you’re young, your skill isn’t half bad! Surprising an old fellow like me, huh?"

"Then sharpen your vision, my strength is merely a cornered iceberg, fearing later moves might overwhelm you." Ye Xuan smiled calmly.

"Hmph! Use them if you will, see if an old fellow like me can handle them!"

The shabby old man curled his lips, suddenly focused on Ye Xuan asking: "Kid, were you using Split Palm earlier, you from Split Gate?"

"Split Gate? Haha, those vulgar old sticks couldn’t teach a powerful guy like me?"

Ye Xuan chuckled coldly, dropped the words, his body charged swiftly.

Swish!

Instantly arrived at the old man’s front, swinging a fist, pressing directly, extremely ferocious, quite imposing!

The shabby old man’s eyes narrowed, without catching it directly, swayed his body avoiding Ye Xuan’s punch.

Then, utilizing momentum, swung a fist as well.

Whish——

Wrapped with fierce wind power, tearing through the air like thunder, blasting towards Ye Xuan’s between the chest: "Meteor Fist!"

Ye Xuan retreated with a curve trajectory stance, instantly teleported to old man’s left flank, both palms striking out simultaneously, shouted: "Old man, take my next move, Windward Sun Palm!"

The shabby old man had prepared, stepping solidly, once again deploying Drunken Eight Immortals: "He Xian—Tilt Waist Offer Wine Tipsy Walk!"

Ye Xuan mocked laughingly: "Haha! Shameless elder, learning feminine steps as a man! Aren’t you embarrassed? Five Mountains Skyward Cone!"

"Han Zhongli—Drunken Step Hugging Square Heart Top!"

"Vajra Eight Forms, Yama Three-point Hand!"

"Lv Dongbin—Drunk Wine Jug Lifting Thousand Pounds!"

"No matter what pounds you lift? Watch my Sky-reaching Cannon! A thousand pounds, ten thousand pounds, I break with one punch!"

"Lan Caihe..."

The shabby old man consecutively employed several Drunken Eight Immortals moves, clashing fiercely with Ye Xuan.

Neither side conceding, an intense face-off!

The shabby old man’s every move and style, meticulous, no chaos, from attack transforming to defense, further turning back to offense.

And Ye Xuan, straightway invoked Baji Fist’s Vajra Eight Forms, aggressive and dominant, everywhere suppressing the latter!

Drunken Fist generally doesn’t excel in strong offense, it’s utterly precise for defense and dodging, thus during crucial moments, the shabby old man could always dodge Ye Xuan’s offensive, although Ye Xuan suppressed him, couldn’t yet break through!

Especially, facing the latter’s seemingly drunk and not drunk, resembling stumbling yet determined body shape and steps, giving him a significant challenge.

The feeling akin to fighting a drunkard, every punch lands like onto cotton!

You drag him to fight, he insists on sleeping, let him off momentarily, he strikes back!

This technique, though somewhat contemptible, in current circumstances, truly allowed the shabby old man to thrive.

Even if, Ye Xuan deemed his power superior to the other, could only suppress the shabby old man, not completely defeat him!