The youth's execution had turned those two types of martial arts into extremely formidable skills, which, even though he knew the movements and variations, were still difficult to face! Secretly, Ban-pi Lo-cia had to admit the common belief in the martial world that a person's prowess did not solely depend on their martial art, but on the person himself, his maturity and perfection in mastering that skill. Furthermore, it was true what people said: when facing an opponent, one must be cautious of hermits who appear old and weak, scholars who seem refined, and women who are usually categorized as weak!
"Tar-tar-tar!!"
In one attack, the whip lashed out consecutively, only seconds apart, targeting the crown of the head, the neck, and then the navel. Kwee Seng moved his flute to parry the attack on his crown, then he tilted his body, shifting his stance to evade the strike aimed at his neck. As for the whip strike aimed at his navel, he parried it again with his flute while moving his fan forward to strike an acupuncture point on the opponent's elbow. If this strike hit its target, his opponent would certainly be forced to release the whip.
"Haiihhh!"
Ban-pi Lo-cia shouted loudly, channeling his *sin-kang*, and the tip of his whip immediately coiled around the flute, while he parried the strike aimed at his right elbow with the edge of his left sleeve.
"Brettt!"
The edge of the sleeve was torn by the tip of the fan, but the strike missed its target. Kwee Seng was startled because he couldn't pull back his entangled flute, so he moved his foot half a step forward, leaned his body ahead, and continued his fan movement, now thrusting at the opponent's flank, followed by his right foot kicking towards the navel! Attacked so fiercely, Ban-pi Lo-cia shouted loudly again and leaped backward. He successfully saved himself from danger, but a single powerful tug by Kwee Seng caused the entangled flute to break free from the whip tip! Kwee Seng suppressed the pain in the palm holding the flute; it felt hot and tingling.
"Formidable! You are a strange and formidable youth. But now, feel the death hand of Ban-pi Lo-cia!"
The giant exclaimed with a joyful voice and a beaming face. Indeed, this bald giant had two types of pleasures: beautiful young women and fighting! The stronger the opponent, the happier his heart; and the younger and more beautiful a woman, the more obsessed he became before obtaining her! Now the Dewa Locia Berlengan Selaksa distanced himself from his opponent; his whip moved and vanished, transforming into coils of black light forming large and small circles, circles that swallowed each other, confusing the eye. This was also interspersed with sharp sounds like thunderbolts striking during a drizzle.
With his long whip, this giant could attack Kwee Seng from a distance without the danger of being counter-attacked by an opponent who only used two short weapons. While showering the opponent with whip lashes that resembled deadly fingers, Ban-pi Lo-cia ran circles around Kwee Seng. The youth was startled. He hadn't expected this famous powerful figure, besides being formidable, to also be extremely cunning and deceitful, not hesitating to use cowardly tactics to defeat an opponent. He realized that being inside the circle, his position was dangerous, and required complete calmness to face such an attack. So he suddenly stopped his movements, standing in a stance with his feet parallel on the right and left, his body slightly lowered, the flute held high in his right hand horizontally above his head, while the open fan in his left hand protected his lower section.
Strangely, Kwee Seng actually closed both his eyes, yet as if he could see clearly, he shifted his feet every time his opponent was behind him. Flooding attacks came from behind, right, and left, but all of them he could parry with the flute and sweep away with the fan. This match was incredibly fierce, yet it was a one-sided fight because Ban-pi Lo-cia was constantly attacking while Kwee Seng was only defending himself without being able to counter-attack. Why did Kwee Seng close both his eyes? Did he look down on his opponent?
No, absolutely not! It was because of his opponent's prowess that he was forced to close his eyes. To face that rain of attacks, he needed calmness and the full exertion of his five senses, complete focus. If he opened his eyes, the shadows forming the large and small circles would dazzle his sight and disrupt his concentration. Even though his eyes were closed, his pair of ears were sufficient to catch the opponent's movements. And why did this young formidable *pendekar* willingly yield and only defend himself without seeking a chance to counter-attack? This was also a strategy for him, because this way, he did not expend much energy; conversely, his opponent would quickly tire because he had to move a lot and run circles around him, while Kwee Seng, with his solid and strong guard, was able to maintain his defense.