Chapter 158: This is what you call professional!

Wu Wu Pifu sighed in his heart, wishing he could grab Wang Wang Yihui and drag him back to be his teammate.

It was truly too amazing, too thoughtful, and too professional!

When he was told to debut here in Chinatown, he had originally thought he would have to accept some sudden street interview, at most with a few screaming young men and women, putting on a show of being a trainee for however many years, then acting like an idol, and at most having some street thugs come to pick a fight.

This was the entire script Wu Wu Pifu could come up with.

But who were these people? They were the brains of a team; they were indeed awesome, indeed professional.

Just look, the fight scene the other party just performed wasn't fake at all; it was a genuine martial arts duel, and it even injured the internal organs.

One was at the An Jin rank but possessed extraordinary talent and vigorous Qi and blood, and even used some high-tech drug stimulation, while the other who was sent flying was a Hua Jin Grandmaster. How could such a person be hired just by relying on money?

Every Hua Jin Grandmaster is a prominent figure in their own sphere of influence!

As for that woman, he couldn't quite see through her. Could it be that one could really hire a legendary figure who had reached the Bao Dan Zuo Kua realm just by relying on money?

Perhaps it was through connections? After all, Wang Wang Yihui had already established contact with numerous maintenance personnel teams, and many teams had requested to participate in this international superstar creation project. Could it be that she was hired through connections?

At this moment, seeing the man in short attire rushing over with a wild laugh, he felt even more delighted in his heart.

This was what suited his taste!

Otherwise, if it had really turned into some idol act, he truly wouldn't have been able to laugh even if he wanted to.

Wu Wu Pifu immediately let out a loud laugh as well, rushing forward to meet the man in short attire. His speed and movements were exactly the same, not a single bit off. Then, foot against foot, fist against fist, with a crisp 'Crack!', Wu Wu Pifu stood firm without moving, while the man in short attire retreated seven or eight steps in a row.

Suddenly, the smile on the man in short attire vanished. The Daoist priest nearby who was about to exclaim a warning had his mouth wide open, and even that Daoist nun's eyes narrowed. All of them looked at Wu Wu Pifu with expressions of disbelief.

Experts cannot be conjured out of thin air!

It is absolutely impossible for someone to find a cultivation manual on the internet, bury themselves in practice for a few years, and become an expert. That's just reading too many novels!

For a person to transform from an ordinary person into a fighter, even if it's not martial arts but some other competitive combat, they need a guide and a coach. Otherwise, practicing randomly, if you're lucky, you'll just injure your body; if you're unlucky, you could drop dead on the spot.

Therefore, experts usually have traceable origins. Someone like Xing Daoren, the man in short attire, who has high innate talent and comes from a famous sect, basically reveals their background with a single bow when experts meet.

Yet, this person before them looked like a weakling, but the moment he made a move, it was earth-shattering... Do not think that this completely identical attack was a shortcut; no, this was actually a sign of crushing dominance!

A person's reaction speed is only so fast. If you kick first, those who can react and dodge in a rush are already trained practitioners, and those who can defend perfectly are master-level figures. If one can immediately counterattack after a perfect defense, that is already a Grandmaster.

And like Wu Wu Pifu, striking after the opponent but arriving first, using the same moves, actions, and even simulating the same power, not only blocking Xing Daoren's attack but pushing Xing Daoren back more than ten meters while not retreating a single step himself—this is simply an inhuman existence!

Laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the technique. After this single strike, Xing Daoren, the injured Daoist priest, and the Daoist nun in the distance all looked as if their eyeballs were about to pop out.

Wu Wu Pifu, however, felt comfortable in his heart. The displeasure of being forced to debut as an idol had faded quite a bit. He immediately said, "That's right, that's right, this has flavor. Don't worry, I will go a bit easier on my hands and feet."

Xing Daoren's complexion changed abruptly from solemnity. First, it was astonishment, then it was wild rage. He roared, "What are you!? Clearly a great expert, yet you're here playing the pig to eat the tiger. You have truly disgraced us martial artists! In the middle of a battle, you dare to talk about going easier on your hands and feet? Are you insulting my qualifications as a martial artist!?"

As he spoke, Xing Daoren stood firm, the wild rage on his face dissipating, replaced by a look of fanatical drive. He cupped his fists and said, "I am Xing Daoren. Today's battle will decide the victor, and also determine life and death!"

Wu Wu Pifu's eyes lit up as he watched. At the same time, he saw reporters and cameras filming behind him. From the distance and the buildings on both sides, a large number of people appeared, and even the fifty-something-year-old man who had been blasted out of the gate earlier had people checking on him.

"Professional!"

Wu Wu Pifu exclaimed with full admiration, "Truly professional people!"

Xing Daoren was even more enraged, but his face became increasingly calm. As he rushed forward, his figure suddenly flashed and vanished right in front of Wu Wu Pifu.

Wu Wu Pifu, however, ignored it and extended his palm to strike forward, and a fist appeared as if out of thin air, clashing with that palm.

Once broken down, it was nothing strange; this was merely an application of utilizing a visual blind spot. But it made Wu Wu Pifu feel pleasantly surprised.

This combat technique was much stronger than the martial arts in the Paper Person Dream World. Although both were martial arts, there were differences in quality. Wu Wu Pifu became slightly more serious. The moment he made contact with the fist, his hand became like a cow's tongue, and with a mere roll, he actually wrapped around Xing Daoren's fist so that it could neither advance nor retreat, as if it had truly been wrapped by an invisible tongue. Xing Daoren was shocked. In the blink of an eye, despite his fist being trapped and unable to move, he actually borrowed this force to jump up and kick toward Wu Wu Pifu's forehead.

If this kick landed solidly, even steel bars would be bent directly. But unfortunately, the one Xing Daoren was facing was Wu Wu Pifu, a true martial arts Grandmaster who had already stepped into the Bao Dan Zuo Kua realm. And even more terrifyingly, he possessed the Immortal Martial Dao and the Iron Refining Record, pushing his physical fitness to an inhuman realm.

"What a great actor! Very well, since we are both martial artists, today I will grant you a stroke of good fortune!"

Wu Wu Pifu laughed happily, not caring at all. He still used only one hand to fight. With a roll and pull of his hand's strength, Xing Daoren was rolled around as if he were a paper doll.

Everyone around watched this scene in disbelief, because in Wu Wu Pifu's hands, Xing Daoren didn't seem like a human body, but rather something like a towel. He was swung around by one hand, even making slapping sounds.

The Daoist priest and the Daoist nun in the distance were truly on the verge of having their eyeballs pop out, especially the Daoist nun. Upon her first appearance, she seemed to have infected everyone; that cold, supreme, isolated-from-the-world immortal aura was simply perfect, but now she was performing a direct display of facial expressions.

This move by Wu Wu Pifu was simply the ultimate interpretation of overcoming hardness with softness. But the Daoist priest and the Daoist nun were themselves martial arts experts; how could they not know the so-called 'deflecting a thousand pounds with four ounces'? You yourself must have a thousand pounds of strength to be able to deflect it. And Wu Wu Pifu's performance at this moment was far more than a thousand pounds of strength; it was likely ten thousand pounds.

One must know that Xing Daoren was innately gifted with divine strength, his physique far stronger than ordinary people, and he had accumulated ten years of An Jin. Now, having taken some stimulant, he was kicking out with both legs while jumping. With all these factors combined, the explosive power of this strike was likely as strong as the combined force of two Hua Jin Grandmasters. Even for those above Hua Jin, unless their realm exceeded by a major layer, they could basically only dodge when encountering this strike.

Yet what did Wu Wu Pifu do? Forget dodging, he didn't even defend. With a single pull of one hand, this terrifying giant force of three or four tons was like holding a ball of cotton in his hand. To be able to lift the heavy as if it were light to this extent could already be called shocking to the world.

Everyone watched in silence as Wu Wu Pifu swung the human towel, but only the Daoist priest and the Daoist nun could see that in this swinging, he had actually performed seven or eight types of soft Jin. If anyone else had been swung like this, they would have suffered brain death on the spot. But with this soft Jin as a cushion, Xing Daoren not only didn't die, but his mind remained clear, and his entire body was experiencing these various types of soft Jin.

!

This wasn't all. After swinging for five or six seconds, Wu Wu Pifu laughed, and suddenly grabbed Xing Daoren's fist and pushed hard. Xing Daoren's entire body immediately stood upright, and then Wu Wu Pifu began to point, stab, and hack as if he were holding a steel spear.

This was lifting the light as if it were heavy. Every move and every style made it seem as if Xing Daoren had truly turned into a steel spear. Various types of hard Jin were kneaded into his body, making his eyes start to go blank.

The Daoist nun considered that she could do these things—lifting the heavy as if it were light, lifting the light as if it were heavy—and she had even touched the edge of Gang Jin a year ago, and could even succeed in 'dripping water piercing stone' and 'grasping iron into mud' once in ten tries.

But she couldn't wield it to this extent!

To use an analogy, both are fighting with a stick. You take a wooden stick, ten pounds heavy, and wield it so that not even a drop of water can get through. A Grandmaster can take an iron spear, fifty pounds heavy, and also wield it so that not even a drop of water can get through. The power difference between the two is far more than ten times, right?

But you, damn it, are wielding a Golden Cudgel that weighs thirteen thousand five hundred pounds. This is no longer the same level, okay!?

Just at this moment, Wu Wu Pifu let out a loud shout and slammed Xing Daoren into the ground. With a 'Boom', his feet actually inserted into the cement floor, while his feet and shoes remained completely unharmed. This scene made the hundreds or thousands of white and black people in the distance roar in unison.

Xing Daoren stood blankly on the spot. He was completely unharmed, but his eyes were dazed and blank, his muscles were trembling violently, and this trembling even affected his internal organs. The hair on his skin also stood up at this moment.

"Halt! Wake up!"

Wu Wu Pifu let out a violent shout. This sound penetrated directly into the heart. A 'Boom' exploded in Xing Daoren's mind, and then the short clothes on his body exploded into powder in an instant. His entire body's Qi Jin circulated, never stopping.

Hua Jin, achieved!

Xing Daoren suddenly wailed and knelt on the ground, crying and howling, "Master, I have realized it. I have finally seen the path ahead. Is this Hua Jin? Is this Bao Dan? Is this Gang Qi and Seeing the Divine Indestructible? I see it, I have finally seen it, ah ah..."

Wu Wu Pifu looked at the weeping Xing Daoren. He truly gave him countless thumbs-ups in his heart. At this moment, he couldn't hold back anymore and directly extended his thumb, saying, "Professional!"

"Too professional!"

Then, suddenly, at this moment, Wu Wu Pifu looked toward the distance. It wasn't just him; almost everyone around looked toward the Daoist nun in the distance.

She didn't seem to do anything, just took off a hairpin from her head, and her black hair fell down naturally, setting off her beauty and making her look a bit more elevated.

Then the Daoist nun stood with her feet in an eight-character stance, held her fists tight, and said in a cold, clear voice: "Zhou Zhou Qingqing."

"I have seen you."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 159 =====