Chapter 950 - 951: Cutting Experts Like Slicing Vegetables
The Japanese expert instantly exploded with rage, shouting, "Since you’re seeking death, don’t blame me."
As he spoke, he lunged forward directly toward Song Xiaodong to attack.
Karate might seem like a competitive sport to ordinary people, but this art, passed down in Japan for centuries, is far more than just a competition. True masters prioritize targeting critical points, dismantling their opponent’s abilities with precision—not merely for show.
And this guy was precisely such a master.
His skills were indeed formidable, but it ultimately depends on who he’s up against. At this moment, Song Xiaodong was far beyond the level this man’s abilities could hope to challenge.
As his punch approached Song Xiaodong, Song Xiaodong suddenly unleashed a fierce strike. The punch was extraordinarily simple, devoid of any extravagance—just a straightforward thrust. Yet its raw power seemed to tear through the air, unstoppable like a spear piercing through the heart of resistance.
The Japanese expert, facing Song Xiaodong’s punch, instantly felt a fearsome danger that chilled his soul. Even though his attack had already reached Song Xiaodong, he sensed that if he continued, not only would his strike fail to land but he would also suffer severely from this punch.
He wanted to evade Song Xiaodong’s earth-shattering blow, but the oppressive force of the punch left him unable to dodge. In fact, he couldn’t even conceive of an escape route—other than bracing himself to take it head-on, he had no other option.
For those who don’t understand Kung Fu or haven’t experienced it firsthand, comprehending the Japanese expert’s feelings would be nearly impossible. This was an absolute suppression of momentum, a display of the stark disparity in skill and power.
Without hesitation, he shifted from offense to defense, crossing his arms over his chest, hoping to muster all his strength to withstand Song Xiaodong’s strike.