Chapter 333: Charlotte's Martial Arts
Upon hearing Zhang Sanfeng's wildly arrogant declaration, the three martial masters furiously attacked from different angles.
Each unleashed their signature moves toward Zhang Sanfeng at once.
But instead of dodging, Zhang Sanfeng rushed straight in to meet them.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The three martial masters flew out of the ring as fast as they had entered it.
They didn't last a single move.
"Hahahaha! Who's next?!"
Zhang Sanfeng brushed his sleeves aside and swept his gaze across the crowd.
"Damn you! You're only relying on superior strength! It's not that my Wing Chun is inferior!"
Ye Wen, clutching his chest, shouted with frustration.
"Hahaha! You're right! Wing Chun is quite brilliant.
Unfortunately—you couldn't show it properly."
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head with a slight sigh.
Pfft!
Ashamed, Ye Wen spat out blood and collapsed.
"Master!"
His disciples rushed up to carry him away in panic.
From the sidelines, Charlotte watched the spectacle calmly. His gaze lingered on Zhang Sanfeng.
Then—with a tap of his foot—
Whoosh!
He flashed onto the stage like a gust of wind.
"An outsider seeks to learn."
Charlotte cupped his fists politely, mimicking the formal etiquette he had observed from the previous challengers.
Zhang Sanfeng's brow furrowed as he looked at the man before him.
"An outsider?"
Seeing Charlotte's distinctly non-native attire, Zhang Sanfeng believed him.
"What business does an outsider have here? This is Flower Country's martial arena."
Zhang Sanfeng didn't strike immediately but asked in a stern voice.
"I simply wish to test myself against the martial world of the West Blue's strongest nation."
Charlotte replied with a faint smile, the mustache on his lip twitching as he spoke.
"Arrogant!"
The moment those words were spoken, the crowd exploded in anger.
"How dare a young outsider come challenge Flower Country's martial world!
Is he ignorant or just plain stupid?!"
Charlotte remained indifferent to the insults from the stands.
He said nothing further and turned his attention fully to Zhang Sanfeng.
He wasn't here for ego or reputation.
He simply wanted to compare fists.
It had been too long.
He had been so focused on swordsmanship these past years that he nearly forgot—
His foundation had always been hand-to-hand combat.
In his past life as a mercenary, he had endured months of brutal training.
He wasn't a master of every discipline, but he was well-versed in military combat techniques, Muay Thai, judo, jiu-jitsu, and more.
When he first arrived in this world, his survival had depended entirely on those skills.
And now, seeing Zhang Sanfeng's form ignite such curiosity in him—
Charlotte felt an itch in his fists.
Zhang Sanfeng sensed the gleam in Charlotte's eyes and knew immediately:
This man was a battle maniac.
He formed a Taiji stance and eyed Charlotte warily.
Charlotte smiled.
The challenge had been accepted.
In the next moment, his entire aura shifted.
Sharp. Brutal.
He shot forward like a bullet.
With a powerful right hook, he launched the first attack straight for Zhang Sanfeng's face.
Zhang Sanfeng barely dodged with a slight tilt of his head—
But Charlotte's knee strike followed immediately, aimed at his ribs.
Zhang Sanfeng had no time to evade and blocked with both arms.
Step!
He stumbled back from the force.
Before he could regain footing—
Wham!
An elbow strike flew at his temple.
"Damn! That kid fights dirty!"
Someone gasped.
Every strike was aimed at a vital point. One misstep and Zhang Sanfeng would be knocked out.
Zhang Sanfeng quickly turned his palm into a blade and struck Charlotte's biceps, deflecting the elbow strike.
He retreated further, eyes narrowed.
This guy's strength is terrifying!
Zhang Sanfeng was shocked.
"Again!"
Charlotte gave him no time to breathe.
Thud!
A vicious kick shot toward Zhang Sanfeng's chest.
His pupils shrank. He crossed his arms and blocked.
Boom!
A dull crash echoed across the arena.
Zhang Sanfeng was blasted back several steps.
Clutching his numb arms, he stared at the man in disbelief.
"Stop! Stop!"
He finally called out.
Each time he blocked, it felt like getting hit with steel bars.
Every part of Charlotte's body was like iron.
Fighting him was like punching a tank.
"I'm too old for this! Another round and I'll break in half!"
Zhang Sanfeng tried to wave him off.
"Old man, you think you can just stop? How cute.
Don't worry—I'll go easy this time!"
Charlotte smirked and launched another straight punch.
"Have you no respect for elders?!"
Zhang Sanfeng grit his teeth and blocked again.
His Taiji style was supposed to neutralize force with finesse.
But Charlotte's body felt like it was forged from solid iron—every block left him aching.
"You brat! You're pushing this old man too far!"
Zhang Sanfeng suddenly growled.
A layer of black Armament Haki coated his arms.
With a roar, he met Charlotte's next punch head-on.
The Haki dulled the pain slightly.
But the audience saw it differently.
"Seriously?! He's using Haki in a martial arts duel?! So lame!"
Zhang Sanfeng wanted to go down and slap those hecklers.
They had no idea what kind of monster he was fighting.
Charlotte, unfazed, kept attacking.
He used every part of his body—fists, elbows, knees, shoulders—to batter Zhang Sanfeng.
He was testing himself, refining his physical skills.
And Zhang Sanfeng—
Was completely overpowered.
Punch after punch.
Strike after strike.
Finally, after several minutes, Zhang Sanfeng's defense faltered.
A massive fist halted an inch from his nose.
Charlotte had stopped himself.
But it was clear—
He had won.
Breathing heavily, Zhang Sanfeng muttered:
"You win… What do you call that style of yours?"
Charlotte paused for a moment, then shook his head.
"No name.
It's a style born from battle—nothing more."
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