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Chapter 143 I said, you were the one who made the move just now, right?

Cheng Yong stared intently at Chen Zhan. Fine snowflakes fell, and as soon as they landed on Chen Zhan's shoulder, they seemed to be struck by some kind of force and instantly vaporized.

No matter how dense the snow is, it vaporizes in an instant.

“Watching won’t help; you won’t learn it. Just watch what’s happening in the arena,” Chen Zhan said.

"Forehead"

The fight had reached a fever pitch. As Chen Zhan had predicted, the two men entangled their arms and exchanged kicks, before finally breaking apart after a dozen or so moves.

They had already exchanged seventy or eighty blows, and Ye Ningzhen was still full of vigor, but Gong Ruomei was slightly out of breath.

There is a slight difference in physical fitness between the two.

The effects of the Great Qi Blood Pill become apparent at this time.

Moreover, Ye Ningzhen still has some secret techniques she hasn't used yet. Chen Zhan passed on the advanced power-generating technique from Baguazhang, the Great Monument-Smashing Hand, to her, but she hasn't used it yet.

Ye Ningzhen naturally noticed Gong Ruomei's lack of physical strength.

Leaping high above, Baguazhang prioritizes movement, gathering and releasing simultaneously, returning as one goes, and adapting to the changing nature of the steps.

This time, instead of moving around, we'll just overpower them with force!
The triple force of the Great Stone-Smashing Hand swirled in her palm. Upon contact, Gong Ruomei's eyes revealed disbelief. She knew about the Great Stone-Smashing Hand and had even learned it a few times. Gong Baotian had tried to teach her.

But I can't learn it.

With the triple force applied, Gong Baotian couldn't teach her step-by-step for a long time; he could only let her experience it firsthand and then learn it on her own.

Gong Ruomei flew backward, her gaze sweeping over Chen Zhan, her eyes filled with melancholy, not jealousy.

Having someone to protect you is fate!

She had a good life in the first half of her life, while Ye Ningzhen had to fight her way up in the first half of her life. Now that the tables have turned, she has nothing to complain about.

When a person dies, the lights go out; that's how it is. The remaining people still have to live their lives and bear it all on their own!
"Oh!"

Gong Ruomei stomped her foot hard, crushing the bluestone beneath her feet, transferring the force to her back before charging forward again.

Baguazhang has eight major palm techniques: single palm change, double palm change, forward palm, back palm, turning palm, millstone palm, flipping palm, and turning back palm.

After that, all the moves were derived from the Eight Mothers through changes in palm shape and footwork, which could create more targeted moves.

Seeing that the triple force of the monument-smashing hand was completely ineffective, Gong Ruomei had no choice but to resort to a more skillful approach.

With a single palm strike, the palm heel faces forward and the palm facing down. Suddenly exert force in front of Ye Ningzhen, sinking the shoulders and dropping the elbows as the palm heel strikes downwards!
Press down with your palm!
This palm strike was fierce, using the heel of the palm to deflect the force of the blow. Ye Ningzhen did not dodge at all, but turned around and struck back, using the "Smashing Stele Hand" to deflect the force of the blow.

Then look at Gong Ruomei, her palm facing to the side and her blade facing forward. She takes a sideways step forward and her blade quickly cuts horizontally with extreme force and speed!
An unstoppable force struck Gong Ruomei's hair, severing it instantly.

Ye Ningzhen had already gained a firm advantage, and in terms of both speed and strength, she was forcing Gong Ruomei to retreat continuously.

The two fought to a fever pitch, and Gong Ruomei's face turned increasingly red. This was because her blood and qi were rushing to her head, and her pores could not hold back her blood, qi, and sweat. Once she lost her strength, she would be defeated immediately.

In contrast, Ye Ningzhen had a pale face and red arms.

Her blood and qi were concentrated in her arms, and she beat him harder and harder, showing no mercy. If Gong Ruomei suddenly ran out of strength, she would be beaten to death.

When masters of the same level clash, neither will give an inch!

Chen Zhan and Cheng Yong were both a little nervous, staring intently.

Just as Ye Ningzhen's powerful "Smashing Monument Hand" strike pierced through the air, and Gong Ruomei was thrown backward, "Bang!!!"

There was an explosion.

A sudden change occurred!

The vermilion gate of the Gong family mansion was smashed in half, and broken planks and wood chips flew into the courtyard with a loud noise, startling the two combatants.

Immediately pull away and stop.

Chen Zhan focused his attention on the fight between the two, ready to intervene at any time. Since the outcome was imminent, he did not want Ye Ningzhen to get hurt, and he also wanted to prevent Gong Ruomei from being killed.

Otherwise, the mess left by the Gong family would be even harder to clean up. Unexpectedly, someone suddenly broke in, and in this way at that!

As the two clashed, Chen Zhan, being closer to the gate, was the first to be hit. His figure suddenly vanished, and Cheng Yong only saw the bluestone on the ground being plowed open, instantly extending to the gate.

Chen Zhan waved his hand to brush away the largest piece of debris, and four people crawled in through the broken door.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a hooked nose, around forty or fifty years old, with a sinister face. He laughed loudly:
"If you ask me, we should have acted long ago. A fallen sect, do you think you can keep us waiting?"

"It's a pity that Gong Baotian is no longer here, otherwise I could have tested the Eight Trigrams Master and seen what kind of superb martial arts he had."

Behind the hook-nosed middle-aged man stood three others: only one was a young man in his twenties, while the other two were middle-aged or older, around fifty or sixty years old.

"Uncle Hong, you can't possibly be no match for Gong Ruomei, can you? If you are, our family will lose all face." The young man said with a smile.

"Hey, don't worry, even if Gong Baotian were alive, we'd still beat him up!"

"Then I'm relieved. She wronged my brother first, so our actions weren't too harsh. Making her go back and apologize to the guests isn't excessive."

"That's natural."

The old man with the goatee behind them said, "Sigh, I told you not to be impulsive. We came to Fengtian to do our own thing and not to cause trouble. Fengtian is not peaceful. The Japanese have set up a challenge, and martial arts people have gathered here."

"Hmph, what's there to be afraid of? If there really is a master, we can see for ourselves. We're itching to fight in the south, but we don't dare to fight casually. We've been itching to show our skills for a long time."

"Besides, Old Zhang has already spoken to the Northeast Army. If they don't care, what else does the Gong family have to rely on?"

As the group entered the gate, they saw Chen Zhan standing at the front, while Ye Ningzhen and Gong Ruomei had already stopped fighting.

The loud bang and flying debris disrupted their rhythm, but thankfully they stopped at the same time, and neither of them was injured.

The four looked at each other and recognized only Gong Ruomei; they didn't recognize the other three.

His gaze bypassed the others and he said to Gong Ruomei:
“Miss Gong, please come with us. You can’t avoid this matter. The young master is kind and doesn’t want to hold it against you, but the Zhang family has lost face. You juniors can’t make the decision. You have no choice but to go,” said the oldest man.

"It was wrong of me to break off the engagement, but the Gong family is in dire straits right now. How about I apologize to the Zhang family after I've settled down in Jinling?"

Gong Ruomei remained rational; she was indeed in the wrong.

But as he spoke, his gaze drifted to Ye Ningzhen. There was a fine scratch on Ye Ningzhen's neck, from which a row of blood beads seeped out. But when she wiped it with her hand, the blood spread evenly, making her neck look somewhat scarlet and eerie.

At the same time that Gong Ruomei saw it, Chen Zhan's gaze also swept over.

Gong Ruomei's heart skipped a beat.
She knew something bad had happened!

I'm afraid the Zhang family is in for trouble.

When Ye Ningzhen saw Chen Zhan looking over, she waved her hand and said, "It's just a minor scratch from wood chips."

Chen Zhan narrowed his eyes. "Okay, go apply some medicine."

“Miss Gong, your family is in turmoil, that’s your business. Our Zhang family can’t wait. Who will take care of my elder brother’s and my father’s reputation?” the young man said.

"It won't take long, just a short time."

Gong Ruomei began to speak, but was interrupted by Chen Zhan raising his hand halfway through her sentence.

"Was it you who made the move just now?" Chen Zhan asked the sinister-looking middle-aged man at the front of the four men in front of him.

"What? We're talking to Miss Gong. Where did you come from?" the sinister middle-aged man said with a forced smile.

"I'm saying, you were the one who broke down the door just now, weren't you?"

Chen Zhan repeated it softly, then took two steps forward.

"Heh, it's me. Just half a door. What are you going to do about it?"

"Oh!"

With a swift step, a sound like an explosion rang out, shattering the bluestone that had just been there and creating a deep pit within a three-foot radius beneath their feet.

(End of this chapter)