Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

Seeing Wang Chao's composed expression, Chan Yinsha nodded in satisfaction, "Not bad, you've adapted to the competition ring so quickly. You have a talent in this area too."

"All thanks to Sun, I used to be barely audible when delivering speeches or composition in front of my classmates," Wang Chao laughed self-deprecatingly, and then his eyes turned sharp, "Let's begin."

But just as Wang Chao was about to move, the referee stopped him, saying, "I didn't say start. You must not strike, or you'll be disqualified."

Wang Chao: "..."

The rules of this competition indeed are troublesome.

But still, they must be followed.

"Next, let me explain the rules!"

"First, no striking the eyes, neck, groin, or other vital areas."

"Second, if you're down and don't get up after a count of ten, you lose."

"Third, if you fall out of the ring, you lose."

"Fourth, during the match, if I say stop, you must stop and cannot continue to strike."

Wang Chao thought about it and felt that these rules were similar to those in televised boxing matches.

However, the difference was that the ring was much larger and wasn't surrounded by ropes.

Overall, it wasn't so formal, akin to free fighting.

"Now, the match begins!"

As soon as the words fell, the referee retreated to a position near the edge of the ring.

Chan Yinsha shouted softly, took a deep breath, held it in her chest, and circulated her Qi-Blood throughout her body, enhancing her strength.

This was a breathing technique.

Similar to holding one's breath underwater, taking a deep breath first, storing it internally, and extending the time one could hold their breath underwater.

Chan Yinsha did this to lock in her own vital energy, making her breathing through the nose and mouth short-term and internal, activating her potential.

Facing Wang Chao, she had to give it her all!

With Chan Yinsha's movements, the skin on her body also started to flush.

This was the external indication of accelerated blood flow.

To the audience, it seemed like Chan Yinsha had entered a berserk state, emitting a faint heat all over, surely able to unleash a powerful attack.

"Is she powering up?"

"You think this is an arcade game?"

"But it really seems like it!"

The audience discussed curiously, but they all agreed on one thing: martial arts indeed existed, and its external manifestations were quite similar to those in games.

The frenzied state of arcade game characters wasn't exaggerated; it was realistic!

Chan Yinsha's eyes also gradually turned red while her feet moved left and right on the ring, as if she were a big balloon unable to stand steady, constantly needing to jump to maintain balance.

In reality, this was a deceptive maneuver from Muay Thai, making the body sway to confuse the opponent.

But Chan Yinsha slightly modified it.

Under the enhancement of the breathing technique, her body became engorged, significantly increasing her strength and the magnitude of her jumps, making her appear like a long, unstable balloon.

Wang Chao was all attention, observing every single motion of Chan Yinsha and committing them all to memory.

Compared to the national arts he had learned from Tang Zichen, he found her jumping steps much more beautiful. However, while they stood out aesthetically, in practical combat, national arts were still superior.

It was a pity that in the context of ring competitions, the aesthetically pleasing national arts were disliked and involved too much underhandedness. In the current environment, they were somewhat off-limits.

"Whoosh—"

Chan Yinsha paused and then took a ten-meter step, almost instantly appearing in front of Wang Chao. She bent her right arm as if coiling a spring and then fiercely lashed out.

This was a simple straight punch, but like a swift arrow shot from a bow, it targeted Wang Chao's left cheek.

In a critical moment,

Wang Chao's hairs stood on end, and he swiftly raised his left arm, blocking the punch.

But Chan Yinsha, using the force of her punch being blocked, rolled to the right and kicked towards Wang Chao's temple.

Bang!

The kick was still blocked, but Wang Chao was thrown five meters away before he steadied himself and anchored his feet to the ground.

"This Chan Yinsha, not only uses Muay Thai techniques, but her moves are incredibly inventive and timed perfectly," Wang Chao thought to himself, "Indeed, one should never underestimate the people of the world."

Although he had sparred with martial masters from various martial arts gyms over the past few days and accumulated experience, it was nothing compared to Chan Yinsha's richness of experience.

Moreover, this woman targeted fatal spots with every move, aiming to use her strengths to exploit her opponent's weaknesses.

Or perhaps, this woman had killed people before!

This wasn't a mere guess by Wang Chao; each of her moves targeted his vital points, and her techniques were fluid with no pauses.

Only someone who had truly killed could achieve such skill.

In stark contrast!

Wang Chao took a deep breath, stepped forward, and consecutively took eight steps. With each step, his aura intensified, and after the eighth step, his whole body felt as formidable as a mountain. He clenched his fist and hammered a punch towards Chan Yinsha's forehead.

This was Eight Steps to Chase the Cicadas!

It was a stepping technique Wang Chao created himself based on the Eight Trigrams Palm's stepping method he learned from Tang Zichen, combined with his own breathing technique.

Each step an accumulation!

After eight steps, his momentum was like a mountain, focusing on his fist and coordinating with a clear-force punch.

"This is bad!"

Chan Yinsha felt a tremor in her spirit and immediately exhaled a breath of hot air, dispersing the breathing technique. Using the recoil of the exhalation, she rapidly retreated.

And Wang Chao's punch slammed squarely onto the ring.

Boom!

It was like thunder, and also like an earthquake.

The entire stadium seemed to tremble three times.

Looking again at the ring.

The top layer of rubber appeared to have wrinkled, the outer layer of iron was torn, and the dozens of layers inside were all broken.

The entire ring seemed to be split in half by Wang Chao's punch!

"Gulp!"

The referee standing at the edge of the ring had already collapsed to the ground, eyes bulging like a cow's, mouth wide open, unable to close for a long time.

Was this something a human could accomplish?

This wasn't some fragile model!

Not just the referee was dumbstruck—the hearts of the audience also harbored a sense of unreality.

That Wang Chao did not even look particularly strong. How could he be so powerful?

Was this really martial arts?

Not some martial arts novel?

Sitting in the stands, Cao Jingjing couldn't help but "O" her mouth, but then she remembered last night, Wang Chao chasing after a car, and it no longer seemed surprising.

This was a normal performance!

Should be, right?

Zhang Tong, on the other hand, was incredulous, "He can't still be considered human, right? Can martial arts practiced to the extreme be this powerful?"

Sitting next to Zhang Tong, Director Wu also widened his eyes, breathing rapidly, "This young man has potential, I want to invite him to be my security guard!"

"Director Wu, I'm afraid that won't work. Such characters usually have their own pride," said a woman in a long robe with wide sleeves, which was typical of Taekwondo attire.

This was the president of the largest Taekwondo gym in Jiangnan City, Li Wanjun.

She too was invited to watch the match.

To tell the truth, Wang Chao's strength truly shocked her.

Although Wang Chao's fighting experience was lacking a lot, his physical qualities—strength, speed, reaction ability—were all far beyond an ordinary person, and what shocked Li Wanjun even more was that Wang Chao was continuously growing during the fight.

From just now to now, it was only three rounds, but Wang Chao's muscle movements had changed from previously loose to now tight.

Although he hadn't used any Muay Thai techniques, his own progress was very noticeable.

This guy was definitely a monster!

"President Li, you think so highly of this kid?" Zhang Tong asked in surprise.

"With this performance, it's enough for everyone to make him offers," Li Wanjun said calmly, "If he's willing to come to my Taekwondo gym to be a top instructor, I am willing to offer ten thousand per day."

"President Li is really generous, but I know someone who is even more formidable," Zhang Tong's gaze shifted to Sun Shisheng.

"Oh?"

Li Wanjun followed Zhang Tong's line of sight and saw Sun Shisheng standing outside the ring.

"That guy, if I remember correctly, was a prodigy a year ago, right?"

"I thought he had faded into the crowd."

Li Wanjun took a careful look at Sun Shisheng below, but couldn't make out anything. He seemed just like a regular person, even his arms sticking out of his shirt weren't muscular.

Though muscles are not a necessity for the strong, without muscles, definitely not a strong person.

After all, that's the structure of the human body, no muscles mean no strength.

However, she didn't know why, but when she looked at Sun Shisheng, she felt a sense of peace in her heart, as if returning to the embrace of her mother.

And Zhang Tong's ability to observe wasn't bad...

So presumably, this Sun Shisheng was also far from ordinary.

Sun Shisheng naturally sensed someone watching him but did not mind, focusing instead on Wang Chao, who was slowly straightening his body on the ring. His momentum hadn't dispersed with that punch; rather, it had become even more refined. Thе full sеriеs livеs оn Мy Virtuаl Librаry Еmpirе (М|V|L0ЕМРYR).

"You're exaggerating a bit, aren't you?"

Chan Yinsha was panting heavily, the redness on her face quickly fading, turning rather pale, "Didn't you say you were only using sixty percent of your strength?"

Wang Chao said, "Of course not. That strength was just based on sixty percent... so, are you going to admit defeat?"

Chan Yinsha's face was cloudy.

She didn't want to lose.

After all, if she lost, she verbally agreed to becoming the junior of Wang Chao and Sun Shisheng, not just herself but including everyone in the gym.

Though it was just verbal, as a martial artist, she wasn't about to renege.

Action speaks louder than words!

"Hmph, don't think I'm a sure loser!" Chan Yinsha snapped, "You must've used up all your energy with that punch, right?"

"Indeed, I am a bit tired," Wang Chao laughed.

"Whistle—"

The whistle sounded, the referee stepped forward and said, "The first match is over, both sides will now rest."

As soon as the words were spoken, a bunch of staff came over to repair the ring, which meant reassembling the ring that was split in half, then using a floor buffer, push-cart version, to make it smooth again.

"Big Sis, maybe you should admit defeat," Muay Thai Gym's disciples came over to help masseuse, loosening Chan Yinsha's stiff muscles.

"Nonsense!"

Chan Yinsha snapped, "That kid's punch definitely took a lot of energy. If I just be careful not to get hit by his fists, I might not lose."

"Then be careful, Big Sis."