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

Chapter 167 I heard that a hundred years ago Yang Luchan was known as Yang Wudi (Invincible Yang).

"Bang~"

The two clashed head-on and retreated, but Yang Yuanting clearly had the upper hand at this moment. His stun time was shorter, and he stepped forward again, throwing a series of punches.

Side-striking punch, face-facing punch, body-shaking punch, blocking punch, groin punch, elbow punch, scout punch, lying-up punch, and planting punch!
The essence of Baguazhang is thievery, while the essence of Taijiquan is continuous flow!

In Tai Chi, one cannot allow the opponent to maintain momentum, because there are too many moves and too many variations. Once a top master gains the upper hand, he will launch a continuous and fierce attack, without stopping for a moment and without repeating a single move.

Until the opponent kills the opponent.

Yang Yuanting is in this situation now. His large five-star vertebra has the upper hand, and he uses various punching techniques, including the eight powerful strikes: bow strike, arrowhead strike, fierce wind strike, cannon fire strike, thunder strike, lightning strike, mountain strike, and steel hardness.

Like an arrow that pierces through seven holes, like a cannon that ignites, capable of penetrating mountains and walls, like a thunderbolt that strikes with unstoppable force, leaving no room for concealment.

Those present were stunned, thinking to themselves, "This time we've truly witnessed real skill."

Tai Chi is indeed a skill that takes ten years to master; it was only after Yang Yuanting had cultivated his skills for over twenty years that its ferocity became apparent.

After exchanging thirty or forty blows, Zhao Hongbao's face turned red, and his blood rushed to his head, indicating that his strength was waning.

Similar to a person who is drunk, whose blood and energy cannot circulate properly, their face will turn flushed.

Zhao Hongbao is doing alright now, only slightly red. When it turns purplish-red, he will break his cultivation. Even if he doesn't die then, most of his power will be wasted.

Ye Ningzhen was anxious as she stood by. Zhao Hongbao had watched the three sisters grow up and was like a brother to their master.

Chen Zhan understood her perfectly and naturally knew what she was thinking.

He patted her on the shoulder to reassure her.

Yang Yuanting's gaze was fixed solely on his opponent. His Five-Star Spin technique became increasingly refined, and he even had time to taunt him.

"The Great Stele-Smashing Hand is nothing special. I've heard that your Cheng School doesn't have a complete internal cultivation method. No wonder your strength is so weak."

These words hit a nerve.

Although Ye Ningzhen had obtained the internal training manual of "The Great Refinement of the Millstone", she had not yet told him.

With a sharp look in his eyes, Zhao Hongbao's face immediately darkened. He knew he shouldn't hit someone in the face. He was ready to fight to the death.

But Yang Yuanting wanted to provoke him in order to win quickly. If he really fought until the opponent was exhausted, even if he could win, it would be difficult to win without injury. It would be a waste to be seriously injured.

The conflict, stemming from personal feelings, has escalated to the point where neither side is willing to back down.

Taking advantage of Zhao Hongbao's momentary lapse in concentration, he immediately struck, his Wind-Piercing Fist striking out from the gap with incredible stealth. Zhao Hongbao was caught off guard and reacted too late.

He could only take the blow with his arm, but when he raised his hand, he found that there was another hand on his arm.

He held his arm tightly in place, unable to move, but Yang Yuanting's "Splashing Wind Hammer" would not stop. Now there was no shield, and with one punch, his chest would be smashed to pieces.

He already sensed that his death was imminent.

But contrary to expectations, Yang Yuanting's whirlwind hammer didn't come down. Instead, he took three steps back, each step crushing the bluestone beneath his feet, and the melted snow splashed out as he stepped on it.

Zhao Hongbao looked up and saw Chen Zhan with one hand on his arm and the other under his ribs, taking a full-force 'Splashing Wind Fist'!
But not only was he unharmed, he didn't even back down.

Now, don't we need to reduce the force?

He knew of Chen Zhan's existence; Ye Ningzhen had already explained the general situation, so he guessed it when Chen Zhan and Ruan Zhi came in.

But Ye Ningzhen told him that Chen Zhan's martial arts skills were very high, and he thought it was just boasting about his sweetheart. How high could his skills be when he was not even thirty years old?
Unexpectedly, Ye Ningzhen wasn't boasting; she was just being modest.
"Uncle Zhao, take a rest first. I'll help you vent your anger," Chen Zhan said calmly, releasing his arm.

His tone was not arrogant, but it conveyed an undeniable certainty.

Zhao Hongbao gave Chen Zhan a deep look. As his blood and qi receded, he immediately felt his body sway. He had just taken dozens of powerful blows in a row, which had been exhausting and left him somewhat overstretched.

Chen Zhan grabbed him again to calm him down.

"Alright, new talents emerge in every generation, and each new generation surpasses the old. I'll entrust this to you."

Zhao Hongbao turned around, and Yang Yuanting narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the force that had just been transmitted to his hand.

"It's inappropriate for a junior to interfere in a fight between the two masters, isn't it?" Yang Yuanting said calmly. "Logically, it shouldn't be, but since the juniors just fought, Master Yang also intervened. You have no right to say that now. You broke the rules first, didn't you?"

Chen Zhan's words silenced the Yang family Tai Chi disciples who were initially angry.

It was indeed Yang Yuanting who made the first move and interfered in the martial arts competition.

"Hehe, you're right, but your kung fu doesn't seem like that of the Bagua School, does it?" Yang Yuanting said again.

This time, Chen Zhan did not deny it, and nodded, saying:
“That’s right, I’m not a disciple of the Bagua Sect, but I have deep ties to it, so it’s not unreasonable for me to stand up for the Bagua Sect.”

"Besides, our two families have a history of feuds. A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Now, the time and place are about the same. It's nothing to have a little bit of a fight now, is it?"

"Ok?"

"Your ancestors had a feud. May I ask what that feud is?"

Chen Zhan said that his ancestors had a feud, which surprised him quite a bit. It wasn't that he was surprised that there was a feud, after all, it's normal for martial artists to fight to the death, and if you've fought many times, there's probably a feud between them.

However, Chen Zhan's mention of a hundred years, the time and place, puzzled him greatly.

Chen Zhan didn't keep them in suspense and said directly:
"A hundred years ago, Yang Luchan was invincible in the capital, known as Yang the Invincible. He was truly domineering and unparalleled in his fame, wasn't he?"

Speaking of Yang Wudi from a hundred years ago, Yang Yuanting's face showed a look of satisfaction and reminiscence.

As for the claim that he's domineering, how can someone who practices martial arts to the point of being invincible not be domineering?

Domineering is a positive term; it's something that later generations admire.

"That's right, Master Yang is indeed invincible in this era, so what?"

"Not really. Yang Luchan's martial arts skills are rare, but he can't be considered invincible. 'Invincible Yang' is just an honorific title. Back then, Dong Haichuan and Mr. Lao Neng were no weaker than him."

Yang Yuanting didn't refute it. The three founders of internal martial arts must all be top-level grandmasters. There's nothing to say about that. He even just nodded without responding, because he knew that Chen Zhan still had something to say.

"It's just that Yang Luchan is too domineering. He occupies the capital and has the support of the Qing traitor prince. He has set rules that anyone who wants to open a martial arts school in the capital and make a living in the martial arts industry must first spar with him and get his approval before they can open a school."

"At that time, Yang Luchan's martial arts were at their peak, and he was over fifty years old. My master was only in his twenties. I thought that even if I was no match for the senior, I wouldn't be in trouble. But I didn't expect that Yang Luchan was truly invincible. He beat my master so badly that he vomited blood and was seriously injured on the spot. He was defeated and had to retreat. He had to recuperate for many years and was left with the chronic condition of coughing up blood."

"Of course, Yang Wudi wasn't targeting anyone. Anyone who came to Beijing to open a shop received the same treatment. This has led to many unreasonable and xenophobic rules in the Beijing-Tianjin area."

"I don't care about other people's grudges, but I, Chen, will bear the grudges of the Xingyi lineage."

He was referring to Liu Lanqi's early experiences. Liu Lanqi was old and died young, which may have been due to their encounter back then, but how many reasons there were, he did not leave a will, and his descendants do not know.

After Chen Zhan finished speaking, he looked at Yang Yuanting indifferently.

"Clap clap clap."

Yang Yuanting clapped enthusiastically, praising Chen Zhan's words.

“Absolutely right, Brother Chen is right. We dare not and do not want to guess what the patriarch was thinking. We have inherited the skills left by the patriarch, and the enmity left behind is naturally the responsibility of future generations.”

"Then let's have a fight. If you kill me, I'll admit my incompetence; if I kill you, you'll admit your incompetence. Everyone here is watching."

Chen Zhan nodded, "That's right."

Xingyi School and Taiji School have some grudges, so he won't hold back when he strikes. If it were another school, he wouldn't be so ruthless just to establish his authority.

"Fight as you please, but you need to rest for an hour. I'm not in a hurry to take your life."

Chen Zhan smiled, made no move, and turned back to Ye Ningzhen's side.

Yang Yuanting instantly understood that he was not going to gain any advantage, as he had indeed expended a lot of energy fighting Zhao Hongbao.

"it is good!"

He dared not be arrogant, as it involved his ancestral lineage and sect, and he dared not be presumptuous.

Just moments before tensions were high, both sides suddenly fell silent, whispering amongst themselves.

(End of this chapter)