Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Chapter 156 Have you had enough?

"With him around, you are not only safe and secure."

“If you let him take action, he can suppress those dissenting voices in the army very quickly. The old man can’t kill those old men for you, but he can.”

He didn't care about factional struggles. Although he had a closer relationship with the Zhang family, those people were all old acquaintances, and he couldn't bring himself to kill them.

He only guaranteed the young marshal's personal safety.

However, not wanting the Northeast Army to continue its internal strife and allow the Japanese to reap the benefits, they offered their advice.

Now Wu Qintian doesn't care about Yu Zhihao and the others behind him when he speaks. They are all the young marshal's direct subordinates and their stance is not a problem.

“If Uncle Wu says so, then I understand.” The young man nodded solemnly.

He's seen the world; even a master of Gong Baotian's caliber could have that kind of influence, and even though he's been dead for a long time, he still has connections with people.

People like Wu Qintian and Chen Zhan in front of us are capable of assassinating kings and killing emperors, and they can suppress others with ease. They are invincible.

It has already changed many local wars.

It would take a large army to counter it, but once troops are mobilized, the significance changes.

A master like Chen Zhan, who has reached the Dan level, is worth an entire army; he is a strategic weapon.

But it will probably be very difficult to win them over.

He had no martial arts manuals, and he had no shortage of money or women, so Zhang Hanqing was very troubled.

Upstairs in the attic, a few hundred meters away.

Tanaka Taro was also watching. He didn't know anything about martial arts, but he knew that Mitsui Hayato's prolonged attacks would not be sustainable. He asked the old man beside him, "Advisor Man, who do you think will win?"

Toyama's face was full of wrinkles, and he squeezed out a look of disbelief. With his keen eyesight, he naturally knew that Mitsui Hayato was in a passive position and had almost no chance of winning.

Chen Zhantai is handling things with ease, and Jin Luanjia is sitting comfortably on the throne!
"Hayato-kun is probably in a bit of a passive position."

"Heh, is that so? If I don't let him lose, he can't lose."
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Mitsui Hayato's arm was still a little numb, and his dantian was hazy and unclear. How could Chen Zhan have so easily caught his vital point with such speed and power?
"How is that possible? Why?" He looked at Chen Zhan in confusion.

Chen Zhan shook his head and said calmly, "You are not a Golden Core cultivator, so you don't understand. The Golden Core is not just about power, but about emptiness, where the whole body doesn't need any strength, returning to the primordial chaos, leaving only a little spiritual light."

“What I’m saying is too abstract for you to understand. In the Xingyi Quan Manual, Li Luoneng clearly integrated internal alchemy cultivation into the boxing method and proposed the principle of ‘Shen Zang Qi Neidan Dao Cheng’ (神藏气内丹成道).

"The book says that there are three principles of breathing: regulating the breath, regulating the breath, and fetal breathing, which also correspond to the internal alchemy practice of 'refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, and refining spirit into emptiness.' The phrase 'the dantian nourishes the treasure of longevity' is the image of 'the golden elixir entering the abdomen.'"

"Never mind, I thought you wouldn't make it either, so I just said it casually, but you wouldn't understand."

Chen Zhan was originally very interested in Shaolin martial arts and wanted to get Mitsui Hayato to use all his skills and give it his all, but he seemed to have run out of ideas and had no better tricks up his sleeve.

Only two movement techniques, not bad!
Hearing Chen Zhan's contemptuous tone, Mitsui Hayato was enraged. He was the one who had the absolute advantage and the superior position, and he was mocking Chen Zhan.

Now the situation has reversed, and Chen Zhan is lecturing him.

What angered him even more was that Chen Zhan was right!

He mocked Chen Zhan, who didn't care at all, but he genuinely couldn't understand what Chen Zhan was saying.
He claims to be an expert on China and knowledgeable about various martial arts styles, but when it comes to Taoist alchemy, he knows nothing.

Hayato Mitsui's "Eight Strikes with a Snake" technique has a follow-up move. The crane's agility and the snake's venom allowed him to narrowly avoid Chen Zhan's move to strike his vital point.

But I know that the integration of my strength is not yet smooth or perfect, perhaps because the pressure is not enough!
He pressed his strength down a little further, compressing the energy in his dantian once more.

"Mr. Chen, I need your help!"
Mitsui Hayato roared this, swung his right arm to shake off the tingling sensation, and charged forward again like an elephant crossing a river.

Eight Strikes Against the Snake and Crane!

This time was different from before; the flesh and blood in his dantian began to rotate rapidly.

The "Eight Strikes" are not eight different moves, but rather eight key points on the body where defenses are weak and movement is impaired!

First strike the throat, second strike the chest and sternum, third strike the waist and ribs, fourth strike the sides of the ribs, fifth strike the knees, sixth strike the ankles, seventh strike the wrists, and eighth strike the joints.

His attacks were swift and relentless, striking Chen Zhan's eight vulnerable spots in an instant; not a single punch was a feint.

Every punch was delivered with full force, with everything given.

The essence, energy, and spirit in his dantian began to condense and merge, and streams of new energy surged forth each time his strength was about to be exhausted, supporting him to unleash eight punches in a row.

A terrifying force poured down on Chen Zhan.

Mitsui Hayato felt he had reached the pinnacle of his life, a feeling he had never experienced before. The more he fought, the more exhilarating it became, and the more he felt like he was standing atop a mountain, reigning supreme.

Perhaps this is what is meant by 'swallowing a golden elixir'?

Mitsui Hayato's momentum reached its peak, his mental focus reached its extreme, and he unleashed punches that surpassed his own limits.

Chen Zhan didn't even lift his eyelids.

Sitting on the golden throne, unmoved by the eight winds!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"

The sound of fists and palms clashing was deafening. Those who were close by and had no martial arts skills could only plug their ears, otherwise they would suffer from ringing and earache from the shock.

The cement platform beneath their feet crumbled, and everyone scrambled to dodge, the flying sand and gravel covering their figures.

I don't know the situation.

"Hey~ what's going on? Who won? That was too much force, half of the arena is broken, and it's still standing still."

"I can't see clearly, let's wait a little longer, it should be soon."

As the dust settled, the entire arena seemed to sink a bit, or rather, the two combatants sank a foot. Chen Zhan's feet were deeply embedded in the ground, which was filled with shattered stones, and the stones were evenly and finely broken!
It looked as if it had been carefully ground by a stone mill.

But the most outrageous thing is that even so, Chen Zhan did not move an inch, and the imperial carriage remained in place!
Across from him, Mitsui Hayato seemed to see something terrifying; his eyes trembled, and he muttered, "Are you even human? How is this possible? How can you not move an inch!"

He unleashed his eight most powerful punches of his life, while Chen Zhan only defended and did not attack, only blocking. Even so, he could not only not win, but could not even make Chen Zhan move an inch.

The blow to confidence was too great.

"Have you beaten enough?"

Looking at the person in front of him, Chen Zhan no longer had the arrogance and condescension he had before; only fear remained.

Chen Zhan didn't wait for his reply and quickly made his move. His muscles and bones trembled, as if a dragon was soaring across the seas. Power surged in his Dazhui (GV14), rising from the coccyx and moving upwards segment by segment. With each surge, the power increased.

After reaching the Core Formation stage, this was the first time he used the Great Dragon Bone True Meaning to deal with Mitsui Hayato, which was somewhat of a waste.

But it doesn't matter, this is the last punch, let's throw it with momentum and silence the Japanese!

He raised his fist, about to strike, when the sensitive skin on his chest seemed to sense an overwhelming killing intent for a mere fraction of a second.

A sudden shock ran through me, my heart pounded, and all the blood in my body rushed to my heart.

The source is definitely not Mitsui Hayato; he's not that dangerous.

Chen Zhan suddenly clenched his fist and moved!

He took a step forward, not to dodge, but to directly block Mitsui Hayato with his fist, stepping into the Seven Star Stance, punching the enemy of the world, and charging forward for 10 feet.

"Crack~!"

The sound came almost simultaneously with the bullet. Chen Zhan saw the bullet's pattern and size and realized it wasn't a pistol.

This move seemed to be a premonition, allowing him to dodge a shot.

At the same time, his power was interrupted by the Great Dragon Bone, leaving him with nowhere to use his strength. He could only casually press his hand against Mitsui Hayato in front of him. "Bang!"

Hayato Mitsui's body flew out faster than a cannonball, crashing into the ring and shattering a section of the bluestone in his wake, nearly falling off the stage.

"Crack~!"

"Crack~!"

Two more shots were fired, one in front and one behind, as if to block Chen Zhan's movement, but it was impossible to do so.

Stepping backwards on the Seven Stars, his body moved with the wind, taking two steps in quick succession.

They brushed past each other again, and a piece of the silk robe was torn.

This shot wasn't just aimed at killing him, but also at forcing him to step down. Mitsui Hayato was still on stage, and if Chen Zhan stepped down, it would be considered an automatic surrender.

But in doing so, the Japanese have already lost all sense of shame. With thousands of people watching, what's the point of winning in this way?
Of course, the Japanese don't care about saving face either.

What do they care about saving face if they can achieve their goals?
Being a grandson or a dog is nothing to me.

The moment the gunshot rang out, everyone was in an uproar.

The ordinary people on both sides were horrified, but they still fired three more shots and showed no sign of stopping.

Although both sides were trying to maintain order, no one paid any attention, because just now another shot grazed the edge of the ring and entered the crowd of Fengtian people, piercing through one person's arm.

The riots were now completely out of control.

"They've opened fire! The Japanese have gone mad! Everyone run!"

"Run."

"Don't panic, don't panic, evacuate in an orderly manner, and don't step on anyone."

The Fengtian police under Yu Zhihao did their best to maintain order, but their efforts were minimal. If things really got chaotic, thousands of people would run away in a chaotic mass, and it would be difficult to stop them.

Fortunately, the gunshots were not directed at them.

It was Chen Zhan.

At this moment, Chen Zhan was still on the stage, at the edge of the ring.

Another shot, "Bang!" grazed Chen Zhan's left leg and shattered the stone slab at the edge of the arena. The bullet was very powerful and completely embedded itself in the stone slab.

"Grand Master, let's retreat!" Xiong Hanshan shouted from afar.

"Brother Chen, as long as we live, we can survive. Mitsui Hayato has already been crippled by your one palm strike, there's no need to linger in the fight," Gong Ruomei advised.

"Yes, Master, let's retreat. The Japanese have gone mad. We'll lose the duel and lose face too."

Many people followed suit and tried to dissuade Chen Zhan, and in their opinion, it was indeed unnecessary.

The Japanese held a martial arts competition, but they themselves used guns, which was a low-class act. Western journalists would report on it extensively and wouldn't give the Japanese any face.

Moreover, practicing martial arts and having some friendly competition is one thing, but you can't actually go against the army.

Chen Zhan did not respond. He glanced around and saw Ye Ningzhen lying on a three-story car body in the distance. She was already masked, with only her eyes showing.

He instantly understood Ye Ningzhen's thoughts.

He quickly shook his head.

Seeing Chen Zhan in danger, Ye Ningzhen wanted to shoot to his rescue, either at the gunman over there or perhaps at Tanaka Taro.

But that completely ruined Chen Zhan's plan.

Chen Zhan was not only worried about the plan, but also about Ye Ningzhen firing her gun, which meant that someone was ambushing Tanaka. The Japanese were not stupid and would immediately take countermeasures, and he didn't know how many people they would send to hunt down Ye Ningzhen.

It's extremely dangerous, and!

The bomb hadn't even exploded yet, and Ye Ningzhen had no choice but to flee, all her previous efforts was in vain.

Unless he could kill Tanaka Taro with a single shot, but the hill next to Tanaka Taro was full of strange things, Chen Zhan could tell at a glance that something was unusual about him. The aura around him was very strange.
The success rate is very low.

Ye Ningzhen naturally understood, sighed, and ducked away.

Chen Zhan shook his head, which was also a response to the persuasion of the people behind him. Mitsui Hayato must be killed, and he must be killed on the spot!

"You should leave, things are about to get chaotic." He left with this inexplicable remark.

Chen Zhan dodged two bullets with a quick movement. Amid the commotion, Gong Ruomei had already left. She probably understood Chen Zhan's meaning: even if she wanted to stay, she had to wear a mask.

Xiong Hanshan looked at Chen Zhan, then at the rioting crowd, and at the Japanese soldiers who had begun to evacuate the civilians and were gathering around.

"Oh~!"

He quickly left with his group of martial artists.

Chen Zhan was somewhat surprised to see that Mitsui Hayato was still able to stagger to his feet.
Although the dragon bone's energy flow was interrupted, the remaining force of the palm strike was still about 30-40%.

It was firmly imprinted on my chest, yet I could still move.

Mitsui Hayato wasn't crazy; on the contrary, he was incredibly clear-headed. He knew when to leave and retreat. He had already touched the true threshold of the Core Formation stage, and with a few more months of seclusion, reaching the Core Formation stage was within reach!
The number of gunmen increased to four, and the bullets were fast and rapid. Chen Zhan moved around constantly on the stage, his mind extremely sensitive.

Seeing that Mitsui Hayato was about to run away, he spoke softly.

"Mitsui-kun, are you leaving?"

"You've been looking for me for so long, and I finally found you. How could I possibly leave!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it became somewhat alarming towards the end.

Both sides were evacuating urgently, and the people were rioting, but Mitsui Hayato's hearing naturally picked up on it.

He turned around abruptly, "It's you! You killed him!"

"puff!"

In the instant Mitsui Hayato turned his head, Chen Zhan kicked and shoved a pebble the size of a walnut through a hail of bullets and into his forehead.

The second half of the sentence was never spoken.

Chen Zhan ignored him and stomped his foot hard, "Bang!"

Many stone slabs shattered, but one square stone slab was blasted up by a single step, reaching half a person's height and three feet in thickness.

Chen Zhan was like a human bulldozer, causing astonishing destruction. The damage he had done to the arena was unintentional, caused by the dissipation of force. This was a deliberate stomp, with a force of thousands or tens of thousands of kilograms. If the arena, which was ten feet high, had not been solidly cast, it would have collapsed in an instant.

Chen Zhan easily pushed the three-foot-thick, one-meter-square stone slab in front of him, and then leaped a few steps off the stage from the opposite direction.

Take out the fireworks, "Bang!"

Fireworks exploded in the sky, appearing out of place in this chaotic moment.

And nobody knows what it means.

However, soon after, an explosion was heard from the headquarters of the Kwantung Army, which was just a few streets away!
"Boom~"

Fire shot into the sky.

(End of this chapter)