【The Divine Eagle Empire】(Unabridged Volume 2, Chapter 95)

Chapter 95 Fierce Battle

Cao Wenrong smiled coldly and said, "Fine, I, your Imperial Uncle, will make you submit today."

At this moment, Wu Tianhu approached Cao Wenrong, gently tugged at his clothes, and whispered, "Imperial Uncle,

they... are all subordinates of the Azure Dragon Prince. The Asura Kingdom has sent many experts this time. I wonder

what ? You must be careful!"

Cao Wenrong smiled calmly upon hearing this and said, "Regardless of their purpose, since he dares to challenge me,

how can refuse? He's not the Azure Dragon Prince; why would I, your Imperial Uncle, fear him!"

At this moment, the crowd dispersed, clearing a vast space. The square was

packed with , truly overflowing. Besides the majority being residents of Tianjing City, there were also a large number

of people from various regions and countries.

Countless eyes were fixed on Imperial Uncle Cao Wenrong and He Weiteng in the center of the square, their expressions varied.

Wu Tianhu, Xiao Guodong, and Xiao Guoliang were concerned, while Wu Tianjiao smiled and stepped aside

to watch the show . The others, naturally, were excited, eager for a spectacle, and cheered, eager to stir up trouble.

He Weiteng glanced at the crowd, then arrogantly looked at Cao Wenrong .

He removed his shirt, revealing his

bulging his joints popping like popcorn, displaying immense

explosive power.

Cao Wenrong remained calm. He had heard of He Weiteng's reputation before, knowing he was skilled in the Asura King's

Shura Demon Breaking Fist, a fierce yet agile style of martial arts. Seeing He Weiteng's imposing physique,

nearly as tall as himself, a plan formed in his mind.

Cao Wenrong slowly removed his outer garment, revealing his own robust build.

He Weiteng glared menacingly at Cao Wenrong, cracking his knuckles as he roared, "Come on,

Cao Wenrong, show me your weapon! Let me fight your Dragon Scale Crescent Blade with my bare hands!"

A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd. This He Weiteng was utterly disrespectful to Cao Wenrong, the Grand Uncle of the State, and

incredibly arrogant . It was common knowledge that the Dragon Scale Crescent Blade was Cao Wenrong's prized weapon, one he rarely used.

It seemed He Weiteng had a thorough understanding of Cao Wenrong; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to challenge him so rashly.

Cao Wenrong didn't carry the Dragon Scale Crescent Blade. As a martial artist, Cao Wenrong always disdained relying on powerful

weapons to win—of course, this didn't apply to masters like Wu Tianlong and the Azure Dragon Prince. He Weiteng

practiced external martial arts, possessing a body of steel, impervious to blades and spears; his hands were his weapon. Cao Wenrong felt

a chill . He Weiteng knew his weapon, the "Dragon Scale Crescent Blade," indicating he had come prepared.

Even if Cao Wenrong had brought his "Dragon Scale Crescent Blade," he wouldn't have intended to use it.

To use a precious blade against a mere He Weiteng would be dishonorable, even if he won. Besides, he hadn't

faced a true master in years, and with He Weiteng's challenge, he wanted to test his skills, loosen up his muscles, and

prove his hard work over the past decade. He arrogantly declared, "Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Why should I, your

uncle ? Let me meet you bare-handed!"

With that, Cao Wenrong slowly raised his hands, backs of his hands facing outwards, fingers slightly extended, feet parallel. He then slowly raised

his arms to his chest, his left arm forming a half-circle, palm facing outwards, his right palm turning upwards—

the starting stance of the Jade Maiden Fist of the Goddess Palace, the most basic of fist techniques.

Cao Wenrong looked at He Weiteng and said, "Please!"

The surrounding crowd, seeing Cao Wenrong choose not to use weapons and instead challenge He Weiteng to a fistfight, were all puzzled

and disappointed. He Weiteng's fists were renowned for their speed and ruthlessness; wasn't this using one's weakness to attack another's strength?

Seeing Cao Wenrong adopt the Jade Maiden Fist stance, they were even more bewildered. They all recognized the Jade Maiden Fist, and many knew it.

Did the Grand Uncle intend to use it against He Weiteng? A buzz of discussion arose around them.

Only He Weiteng remained solemn. One must know that when a martial arts master reaches a certain level, even the most ordinary

fist techniques become flawless and invincible. Cao Wenrong felt a chill run down his spine.

In truth, He Weiteng's inner strength was far from his rough exterior; otherwise, he couldn't have challenged so many

masters without a single defeat. He focused his mind, channeling his energy throughout his body. Immediately, his bones crackled and popped,

emitting of those who heard them.

Suddenly, Hewitteng roared, and with a whoosh, a heavy punch struck Cao Wenrong's

face . The punch was swift as the wind and powerful as thunder, truly ferocious and fierce.

Cao Wenrong snorted, his expression unchanged. He extended his left palm forward while his right palm circled back, using softness to overcome hardness. He immediately used his

circular force to deflect Hewitteng's heavy punch to the side, causing Hewitteng's body to be involuntarily propelled forward,

almost causing him to fall.

Softness overcoming hardness is the true way!

The surrounding crowd gasped in surprise, their perception of Cao Wenrong's boxing technique instantly changing, and they began to discuss it animatedly.

Hewitteng, greatly embarrassed, paused for a moment, then roared again, attacking

Cao Wenrong .

His movements were swift and fierce, the resulting punches like sharp knives, even causing Cao Wenrong's skin to sting slightly

. Moreover, despite his burly physique, his movements were incredibly agile. The entire movement could only

be described as swift, fierce, and ruthless, sending chills down one's spine.

The Asura Demon-Slaying Fist was indeed extraordinary, its power and ferocity unparalleled.

Moreover, He Weiteng's eyes, like those of a vicious wolf, constantly searched for Cao Wenrong's weakest point,

ready to strike with his steel-like fists for a fatal blow.

Facing He Weiteng's rain of heavy punches, Cao Wenrong remained calm and composed, responding with the Jade Maiden Fist, deflecting

each blow with ease and fluidity, like flowing water, perfectly natural, revealing no

flaws. He deeply understood the principles of using softness to overcome hardness, slowness to defeat speed, and using minimal force to deflect maximum force. The Jade Maiden Fist was a martial art of the Goddess Palace,

widely practiced among the common people. Cao Wenrong learned it from his sister, Cao Tian'e, mastering its essence and applying it

with unparalleled skill. Although it was a women's martial art, in Cao Wenrong's hands it proved truly effective, perfectly countering He Weiteng's

powerful punches.

No matter how Hewitteng attacked, Cao Wenrong neutralized his attacks with gentle force, using softness to overcome hardness. Wu Tianjiao, watching from the sidelines, saw this...

Secretly alarmed, He Weiteng realized that Cao Wenrong's control over his internal energy and application of his fist techniques had reached

a level , simplifying complexity, combining softness with strength, and moving with complete freedom.

He Weiteng felt that Cao Wenrong was slippery and unpredictable; no matter how he struck, he could never withstand any force. This was something he

had never experienced before, and he grew impatient, roaring as he threw punches like the wind, swift as lightning,

the sound of his fists accompanied by a chilling whistling sound.

Those watching nearby felt as if they were suffocating, and were all greatly alarmed, quickly moving away. Cao

Wenrong's expression immediately turned serious. He Weiteng seemed to have gained several hands, incredibly fierce. In addition to his fists, his elbows and knees were also weapons, and they were fast, forceful, and extremely vicious. Moreover, his movements were agile and nimble like a cheetah, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, making him impossible to defend against . 　　If Cao Wenrong hadn't prepared a strategy beforehand, the situation would have been unpredictable. 　　The two exchanged blows, dozens of moves in an instant. Cao Wenrong was now fully aware of Hewitteng's Asura Demon Breaking Fist. Undeniably, the Asura Demon Breaking Fist was the most ferocious fist technique he had ever seen, its power terrifying. No wonder Hewitteng had challenged 128 masters from various countries without a single defeat. But unfortunately for him, he had met Cao Wenrong. 　　Cao Wenrong possessed profound skill and enduring strength, confident in his ability to defeat Hewitteng. However, he now saw an opportunity to establish himself as a tough guy in the eyes of the world , to make a name for himself, and to bring glory to the Cao family… At this moment, Hewitteng's right fist arrived again, accompanied by a piercing whistle, striking directly at Cao Wenrong. Cao Wenrong, with his sharp eyes, noticed that Hewitteng's left fist was also poised, ready to strike . 　　But what did he have to fear? Cao Wenrong roared, his stance instantly changing. It was no longer the Jade Maiden Fist, but a punch brimming with domineering killing intent, aimed directly at He Weiteng's whistling right fist. 　　He Weiteng's eyes flashed with delight at the sight, and he went all out. Before the onlookers' eyes, the two fists, brimming with true energy, clashed. A deafening 　　"Boom!" 　　resounded, and a burst of energy spread in all directions, causing the clothes of those around them to flutter. 　　Then, with another "Crack!" 　　, Cao Wenrong caught He Weiteng's follow-up left fist with his right elbow, and with a twist of his waist and hips, delivered a powerful kick to He Weiteng's knee. He cried out in pain and staggered back several steps. Having 　　successfully counterattacked, Cao Wenrong stood motionless, secretly gathering his inner energy. His joints, like He Weiteng's earlier, cracked and popped, radiating a powerful aura, making him appear even taller and more imposing, as majestic as a mountain. 　　The surrounding crowd was stunned for a moment before erupting into a deafening cheer, with shouts of "Grand Uncle! Grand Uncle!" ringing out repeatedly. 　　Wu Tianhu, Xiao Guodong, and Xiao Guoliang, who had been watching the fight, breathed a sigh of relief. Cao Wenrong's victory or defeat was irrelevant to them, but it concerned the face and dignity of both nations. Cao Wenrong was the most skilled among them; if he lost, who would fight? Cao Wenrong had been on the defensive, his defense impenetrable, but He Weiteng's punches and kicks were so fierce that everyone was worried for him. 　　He Weiteng retreated five steps before regaining his footing, and was furious. In all his years of experience, he had never lost face like this. However, he was, after all, one of the world's top martial artists, and after his initial anger, he quickly calmed down. In fact, he had also made the mistake of underestimating his opponent. 　　Just as He Weiteng was about to launch a preemptive attack, his opponent suddenly shifted, and it was Cao Wenrong 　　's turn to strike. He Weiteng was met with an overwhelming onslaught. This time, Cao Wenrong was using the Tongtian Fist of the Tongtian Palace. Unlike the soft and gentle Jade Maiden Fist, the Tongtian Fist was powerful and forceful, purely for practical combat. It had no fancy moves, no fixed rules, and no deadly techniques ; it was simple, powerful, and decisive—a punch was a punch, a kick was a kick, clean, crisp, and direct. He struck when the opportunity arose, allowing no time for hesitation. 　　Cao Wenrong fully utilized this, attacking from unexpected angles, coordinating his hands, eyes, body, techniques, and footwork. He would feint, or readjust his distance with footwork before attacking. Each punch and kick involved twisting his waist and hips to strike with maximum speed and power, and with the full force of his "Hun Tian Gang Qi," the power was truly astonishing. 　　Having lost the initiative, He Weiteng was forced to retreat repeatedly. The surrounding crowd roared and cheered for Cao Wenrong, further amplifying his imposing presence. Hewitt's dozen or so followers stared at Cao Wenrong in silence. 　　Under Cao Wenrong's relentless attacks, Hewitt's eyes grew increasingly ferocious. After enduring two punches and a kick from Cao Wenrong, he finally regained some initiative, and his fists and legs moved like a whirlwind. 　　Both men attacked relentlessly, elbows sweeping and knees kicking fiercely. The square echoed with their shouts and the clanging of fists and bones. The surrounding crowd had never witnessed such a fierce and intense fight before. Everyone stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded. 　　Suddenly, Cao Wenrong feinted, dodging He Weiteng's fierce punch, and stepped forward, transforming his fist into a palm strike. "Bang! Bang!" 　　Two palms landed heavily on He Weiteng's chest. After two, four more, eight more… In an instant, Cao Wenrong unleashed twenty-eight palm strikes in quick succession, a storm of blows raining down on He Weiteng's chest. He was using the Cao family 's Thunderclap Palm, infused with the power of "Chaotic Qi," making it no ordinary technique. He Weiteng was forced to retreat more than ten steps before regaining his footing. 　　After the twenty-eight strikes, Cao Wenrong withdrew his palms, stood back, and calmly gazed at He Weiteng with his hands slightly lowered. 　　The surrounding crowd was completely silent, all watching He Weiteng intently. Hewitteng stood motionless for a long while , a blush flashing across his face, before suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood. Even with his unparalleled physical strength, he couldn't withstand Cao Wenrong's series of palm strikes and suffered severe internal injuries. If it were anyone else, they would have seriously injured or even killed; how could they stand like this? 　　Seeing this, the surrounding crowd erupted in cheers, shouting "Grand Uncle! Grand Uncle!" everywhere. Those from other regions and countries discussed amongst themselves, their eyes filled with a dazed and infatuated gaze as they looked at Cao Wenrong. Wu Tianjiao and the Xiao brothers were also overjoyed; Cao Wenrong hadn't disgraced the empire.

Cao Wenrong was overjoyed, raising his hands to accept the cheers of the onlookers, which even elicited screams from some young boys

and girls .

Suddenly, a loud shout came from behind him from He Weiteng: "Good, Grand Uncle is a hero, I, He Weiteng, am convinced!"

Cao Wenrong turned around and saw He Weiteng clutching his chest, slowly walking to his side, looking at him and saying:

"I, He Weiteng, have lost, and I lose wholeheartedly."

As he spoke, he bowed his head slightly to Cao Wenrong and said: "Please accept my respect!"

The dozen or so burly followers behind him also drew their scimitars and paid tribute to Cao Wenrong, their eyes full of reverence

—the people of the Shura Empire respected warriors the most! Even if this person had defeated their master.

Seeing this, Cao Wenrong's impression of He Weiteng changed drastically. This man was truly a hero. He stared at him for a long time, then said proudly,

"Very well, I, the Imperial Uncle, accept your respect."

Those around him also showed admiration for He Weiteng. A true man can bend and stretch; losing is

losing, truly a hero.

"Good!"

He Weiteng laughed heartily, then his eyes lit up with eagerness. He raised his right fist and shouted, "I wonder if I,

He Weiteng, could become friends with the Imperial Uncle?"

What a spirited man! It was truly a case of becoming friends through a fight. Cao Wenrong felt a surge

of admiration for him; this man was someone to be reckoned with.

He also raised his right fist and shouted, "Very well, I, Cao Wenrong, will be your friend!"

The two men, under the watchful eyes of everyone, exchanged a fist bump, becoming sworn brothers. Then they both burst into laughter.

He Weiteng laughed loudly, "This trip to Tianjing City has been quite fruitful, to have made a

friend like the Grand Uncle. If Brother Cao ever comes to our Great Grasslands again, while we may lack other things, we'll certainly

have plenty of good wine, meat, and beautiful women."

Having said that, he glanced at Wu Tianjiao, who hadn't left, and added, "This woman is yours, Grand Uncle!"

Hearing He Weiteng's words, Cao Wenrong suddenly remembered what he had come for. Seeing

"Yuenü Jiao" standing to the side, not taking the opportunity to escape, he was surprised but also couldn't help but admire her boldness. He immediately

approached her and said, "Little wench, are you going to come with me, or am I going to take you away?"

Wu Tianjiao sneered, "You're all dogs fighting, all the same, none of you are good people.

You want to take me away? Don't you even know who you are!"

These words were extremely audacious, and everyone around changed their expressions. Cao Wenrong was furious. He immediately took a step forward, stretched out his large hand,

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