Top Furious Doctor Soldier Chapter 150 The Tai Chi Master

The middle-aged man showed a touch of savage in his face, and didn't have a tender heart for women at all. He waved his fist towards Yang Shiwen.

It could be seen that First Miss Lady Yang was still somewhat nervous when actually taking advantage of the martial arts to confront the rival.

Faced with a heavy punch from the middle-aged man, Yang Shiwen's hands were in the shape of holding flowers before her chest. Her forearms were almost stuck together, and her legs were slightly curved, showing a standard posture of the Little Thought.

Before the middle-aged man, with his fist, could hit Shiwen's chest, her slim waist was suddenly twisted, with her left arm moving outwards. Meanwhile, she, with her left fist, punched the man along her twisted waist and back.

"b.u.mp!"

Yang Shiwen's punch was cold and fast, with her little fist firmly hitting the man's nose.

"Ah!"

At the moment of being beaten by her fist, the middle-aged man felt great pain so that his eyes almost bulged out. After a scream, he jumped backwards over two meters and sprayed out the nosebleed.

"Wing Chun!"

The cold belle standing at the door suddenly said, "What a standard posture of the Wing Chun Little Thought! There is the finger jab. There is the sloping shoulder punch. That's perfect! Besides she has smooth internal strength, and has reached the level of Bright Force."

"Hoo!"

Yang Shiwen took a deep breath of relaxation, and then she herself laughed. "Brother Feng does have an eye. This man is really weak, hee hee!"

"D*mn it!"

"Little lady, I just take you lightly. It's Wing Chun of the southern style boxing; I know that." The middle-aged man was so infuriated that he rushed towards Yang Shiwen again after a scream.

This time the middle-aged man was serious. He pressed down with his left hand and crossed out with his right hand, with his five fingers bending into the shape of a claw to catch Yang Shiwen's throat.

Yang Shiwen also showed the posture of Little Thought pile. This time, she pressed down with her hands and pushed down the right hand of the middle-aged man.

At this moment, there was a flash of smirk in middle-aged man's face, as if his cunning ruse was successful.

Right! It is a ruse indeed. Because his left hand suddenly picked up from the bottom and continued to grab Yang Shiwen's neck.

However, Liu Feng, standing behind Yang Shiwen, also showed a proud smile at the corner of his mouth.

"b.u.mp... Ah!"

Before the middle-aged man could catch Yang Shiwen with his lifting left hand, First Miss Lady Yang had already kicked him into his crotch with her right foot.

"What a well-hidden leg technique! It is the technique of closing hips and shaking feet in the Eight Diagrams Palm, which is the southern style boxing on the outside, but includes the northern style boxing. Amazing!" the cold belle spoke again.

At this point, the middle-aged man had already retracted his hands. He bent and covered her crotch, with a miserable and terrible look. Then he stepped back in a crooked way, and kept shouting with his throat, "This trick is not from Wing Chun, and this lady..."

"b.u.mp!"

Yang Shiwen quickly followed up. She lifted her right arm up from the back as if a whip, and hit, with her rosy little fist, the middle-aged man in his afterbrain.

The voice of the middle-aged man came to an abrupt end. Then he fell to the ground with a plump, and was knocked out straightaway.

"It's the whipping technique of the through-the-back fist again. She really included the techniques of the northern style boxing into the southern style boxing." The cold belle was quite calm all the time. She didn't mean to take actions even if the middle-aged man was knocked down.

"Yeah! Three tricks!"

Yang Shiwen turned back excitedly and gestured a victory towards Liu Feng. "I beat him with less than five tricks. This man is so weak, and next let me deal with that cold belle!"

Liu Feng smilingly shook his head. "You're unable to beat her. You just stand on the side and watch."

While Liu Feng was speaking, the cold belle was stepping towards him.

Somehow, Yang Shiwen should take the initiative to retreat to Liu Feng's back the moment the cold belle moved. Yang Shiwen felt a great danger in this belle, with a woman's super accurate instinct.

Liu Feng took advantage of the opportunity to block Yang Shiwen behind him, and confronted the cold belle.

"You have been a soldier?" The cold belle looked straight into Liu Feng.

Liu Feng replied, "Yes. It seems that the same is true for you judging from the way you stand."

"You are a soldier. You can die a decent death by committing suicide. If I take actions, you will feel miserable."

"Lady, stop bragging before Brother Feng, or I will hit you a.s.s."

"Whoosh!"

There was a flash of killing in the eyes of the cold belle. She moved her body forward and came to the front of Liu Feng. Then she pointed at the heart of Liu Feng, with double-sword fingers of her right hand.

After a step, Liu Feng instantly reached the side of the cold belle, and pointed to her rib with a finger.

"Bullsh*t!"

The cold belle's left arm suddenly rubbed down. Right! It was a rub instead of a direct block. The power of Liu Feng's pointed finger was distracted due to the rub.

Besides, since the arms of both of them were stuck together, the cold belle turned her wrist up, and drew an outwardly expanding arc, leading Liu Feng's right arm to move away together.

As a result, Liu Feng's chest was completely exposed to the cold belle.

The cold belle was quite sharp to seize the chance to attack. At that moment, her left hand formed the shape of a drill, and her right fingertip suddenly hit towards Liu Feng's throat.

Liu Feng's other arm was also rubbing upwards. Right! Liu Feng was also rubbing, in order to divert her strength to the right. Meanwhile, he stepped closer, and pushed down his palm which turned into an edge-hand blow to break off her neck.

Almost the second Liu Feng was advancing, the cold belle stepped back, entangling Liu Feng's right hand with her left arm and pushed it inward, and as a result, Liu Feng's left hand was also entangled.

"Gee!"

Before they fought against with five tricks, Liu Feng felt astounded and said, "Wonderful Tai Chi! Proficient Tai Chi Pushing Hands! Lady, you have great strength."

"You're also not bad, which is beyond my imagination, but the result is the same."

"Right, same result. You will be spanked."

While talking, their moves were getting increasingly faster. It was just that their styles were not like normal fighting. Since they kept intertwining hands and changing gestures, and stepping back and forth, which was more like ballroom dancing of two lovers rather than fighting.

However, Yang Shiwen, who was watching the battle on the side, saw everything clearly with her shining eyes and kept talking to herself. "I got it. This is what Liu Feng once said—punch where the cow lies. They both advance and retreat by no more than three steps, with little s.p.a.ce for combating. Besides, they try to find and create flaws for the opponent by Pushing Hands. It takes the most efforts!"

Right, Tai Chi Pushing Hands seemed simple. But as long as one side had weak strength and was pushed away by the other side, he or she was likely to be seriously damaged in an instant, which was the most elegant yet most dangerous trick.

"Lady, you have practiced Tai Chi Kung Fu for over 10 years, right?" Liu Feng asked her tentatively.

The cold belle answered calmly, "I started practicing shadowboxing from the age of five and I have been practicing it for 20 years until now. Liu Feng, you don't have to test me. Your Pushing Hands are also not bad, but you will lose sooner or later."

Liu Feng didn't seem to be as calm as the cold belle was at this time. Before their Pushing Hands lasted one minute, Liu Feng had been vulnerable to attack twice. If Brother Feng hadn't been extremely quick, he would have suffered a serious defeat.

However, Brother Feng was adaptable. You were so good at Tai Chi Pushing Hands, didn't Brother Feng have any other techniques to give play to his strong points and avoid his shortcomings?

So Liu Feng suddenly moved at a greater frequency, and walked in the Nine-grid Stepping of the Eight Diagrams, so that his overall speed had doubled, which removed his inferiority instantly.

"What?!"

The cold belle lost her initiative in an instant, and her pretty eyebrows frowned slightly.

But this was not over. Liu Feng's technique of pushing hands suddenly changed. When they fought with hands two or three times in a row, Liu Feng's left hand moved around to the inside of her arms.

At this moment, Liu Feng suddenly turned his hand forward and changed his Pushing Hands to Pushing Palms.

"Ah! You b*stard!" The cold belle changed her look immediately because Liu Feng's entire left hand had climbed to her left chest.