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Chapter 71 Each has its own unique skills
"I joined the Martial Arts Research Society in the hope of meeting more martial arts masters and learning more powerful combat martial arts. I hope that the seniors will give me some advice."

Facing a group of highly respected underworld bosses, Fang Cheng remained calm, raised his fists and assumed a fighting stance.

Although the words were still gentle and polite, the aura suddenly became completely different, revealing a sharp edge.

This sharpness is like a blade unsheathed, giving goose bumps to those facing it.

Without experiencing countless actual combats and life-and-death struggles, it is impossible to imagine that such momentum can be formed.

Fang Cheng himself was unable to realize this.

The scene was completely silent, with everyone staring at him blankly.

No one responded.

A moment of silence.

In the end, Fang Cheng's wish to have a real fight with his martial arts predecessors was never fulfilled.

After all, it doesn't make sense for a young guy to beat up an old man.

Wu Datong and Ma Donghe stepped in to smooth things over.

The five veteran comrades reluctantly agreed to demonstrate their unique skills to the youngsters who were ignorant of the immensity of the world.

The first to appear was Wu Dewang from Baihemen.

I saw him arrange beer bottles into a plum blossom shape, then leap up and step firmly on the narrow bottle mouth with one foot.

He first struck a pose of a white crane spreading its wings, then moved his feet flexibly on the beer bottles and methodically performed a set of White Crane Fist.

Such amazing body balance ability made Fang Cheng's eyes light up.

Next came two old men who were good at Eagle Claw Kung Fu and Xingyi Quan.

A trick showing how to crush walnuts and cups with finger strength.

Another one demonstrated the "gun power" of Xingyiquan and cracked the suspended bricks out of thin air.

Especially the latter, the fist penetrates in a straight line like a spear, not only piercing the target, but also continuing to hold on and penetrate for a distance.

This way of exerting force is similar to the penetrating power in boxing.

It's just that one is hitting a heavy sandbag, and the other is hitting a lighter suspended brick that lacks force support points.

The latter is clearly superior.

If you consider their age, it is even more awe-inspiring.

He really has real skills.

However, Fang Cheng was still somewhat dissatisfied.

Skills are skills, but they are nothing in the face of absolute strength.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"Boss, don't be impulsive!"

While I was thinking, a loud noise suddenly occurred.

The old man with the more aggressive tone walked to the stone table in the middle of the yard, stood firmly in his horse stance, and seemed ready to show some special skills.

Several other seniors tried to dissuade him.

"Look at this kid's expression. If I don't show him my real skills, he will think that the people in our martial arts research association are just in name only!"

After Dong Yunchuan finished speaking, his face turned red, and he stretched out his hands, holding the kettle on the table, as if he was trying to exert all his strength.

Gradually, white smoke visible to the naked eye began to emerge from the palm of the hand.

Then, smoke began to come out of his shoulders and head, and his whole body became like a steamer, creating a spectacular scene.

Not even a minute passed.

The kettle held in both hands also gradually showed signs of abnormality.

The water inside began to boil again, bubbling and making the lid of the pot flutter.

"This……"

Fang Cheng's pupils shrank slightly, looking a little unbelievable.

I was able to actually witness the scene of internal strength being displayed in martial arts movies in real life.

This can no longer be considered pure physical strength, perhaps it involves another level...

"Brother Yunchuan, your skills seem to have improved a bit?"

Ma Jianguo spoke and seemed a little surprised.

"Haha, I have gained something recently."

Dong Yunchuan stood up to finish his training, took a breath for a moment, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked very proud.

Then he glanced at Fang Cheng, who also looked surprised:
"Young man, let me tell you, old ginger is still spicy. Young people should not be too arrogant. You must know that there is always a mountain higher than the other."

Ma Jianguo did not appear again, but this skill was enough to intimidate any newcomer.

He then said:
"Little brother, we, as seniors, have already demonstrated our skills. Now is it your turn to show off your skills?"

Wu Datong came over and whispered:
"Senior Brother Ma is very optimistic about you. The other old guys are quite arrogant. It would be best if you use all your strength to convince everyone at once." Use all your strength?
Fang Cheng nodded upon hearing this.

Thinking about my most visible special move, it should be the "Iron Fist" special effect.

Since everyone here is a martial arts master, there is no need to keep hiding and attract contempt.

To be honest, Fang Cheng had long wanted to see the effect of his all-out attack.

He then walked into the yard and stood in front of a small viewing rockery.

Then raise your arms and stand firm.

Then he took a deep breath, focused his eyes, and prepared to punch.

In an instant, the force starts from the soles of the feet, is transmitted to the waist and abdomen, then penetrates the torso, and is linked to the shoulders, elbows, and wrists.

The muscles and joints all over the body seemed to be twisted together in an instant.

Snapped!
With a crisp sound like firecrackers exploding, the muscles in Fang Cheng's right arm suddenly swelled and expanded.

A simple and clean straight punch was suddenly thrown out.

boom!
The fist of flesh and blood landed on the rockery, causing the gravel to fly and was eye-catching.

Everyone couldn't help but raise their hands to cover their faces.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a stunned expression.

"Uh--"

I saw that the top of the limestone rockery was uneven and half of it was missing.

Like... had just been hit hard with a sledgehammer.

At this moment, Fang Cheng put away his fist and stood still, looking at a group of martial arts masters, waiting for their judgment.

Wu Datong's eyes flashed with unusual excitement, and he murmured:

"I wonder how the power of this punch compares to Brother Dong's palm technique?"

Upon hearing this, Dong Yunchuan couldn't help but glare at Wu Datong, but he had no words to refute.

Others also came to their senses one after another and started to discuss the matter.

"Young man, have you learned Qigong a long time ago?"

"Yeah, without the internal energy amplified by Qigong, how could this punch be so powerful?"

"What kind of qigong? I think he was born with supernatural powers. He doesn't even know basic breathing techniques."

"qigong?"

Hearing this word, Fang Cheng immediately became interested.

Scenes from past lives flashed through my mind.

What about telekinesis, what about curing cancer, what about putting a pot on your head and receiving information from the universe...

While he was daydreaming, Ma Jianguo coughed, interrupting the noisy discussions.

His eyes were shining as he stared at Fang Cheng, and he said solemnly:

"Fang Cheng, with your martial arts attainments, you are fully qualified to become one of us."

"As the president, I now formally invite you to join the Martial Arts Research Society. Are you willing?"

After a moment's thought, Fang Cheng replied:

"I am willing to do so, but can I also learn the Qigong you mentioned?"

"of course can."

After receiving Fang Cheng's affirmative answer, Ma Jianguo smiled and said kindly:

"The purpose of our research institute is to jointly explore the mysteries of martial arts and to support talented martial artists..."

Next, there is the celebration of the new members.

A group of old veterans immediately became busy, some killing chickens and some scraping fish.

Prepare to cook a feast yourself and have an authentic farm stay.

Only two idle people were left standing there.

Ma Dong Hyuk, with his arm hanging, walked to Fang Cheng's side and said stealthily:
"Don't be fooled by them. Qigong does exist, but it's not as powerful as you think."

"That move by old man Dong just now may seem intimidating, but it's just an embroidered pillow that looks good but is useless."

"After he uses his power, he needs at least two months of recuperation. During this period, he cannot do anything. Learning this is a waste of time. It may even make you mentally weak..."

Hearing him say this, Fang Cheng asked in surprise:
"I have no money or power, what's the point of them deceiving me?"

"Do you have anyone?"

Ma Dong Hyuk smiled mysteriously.

(End of this chapter)