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

Chapter 195: The Establishment of the Chinese Alliance and the Founding of a Sect (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Hanshan Martial Arts School.

The business was doing very well in Baoding Prefecture, not because the owner, Xiong Hanshan, was particularly powerful, but mainly because he was protective of his own.

If any of his disciples suffer any injustice, he will personally step in to help them seek justice.

Therefore, Hanshan Martial Arts School has some prestige in the local area and has many disciples. Xiong Hanshan is also a reckless person, so most gangs and police stations are unwilling to mess with him.

However, a month ago, Xiong Hanshan returned from the Northeast and closed his doors to visitors. His martial arts school was also temporarily closed, and he stopped accepting disciples.

Not only that, but they also rarely see their own people.

His wife died early, and he has two sons, one fifteen years old and the other twelve. They rarely see their father these days, and when they do, they are always sullen.

After eating, I went back to my room and stayed there.

The two didn't know the reason, only that their father had been like this since he returned from Fengtian, and he wouldn't say anything no matter how they asked.

Xiong Hanshan was filled with remorse.

On that day, Chen Zhan let him and Gong Ruomei make their own decision, but upon hearing the explosion and the chaos, he chose to leave.

In a moment of weakness, he failed to fight alongside Chen Zhan and became a deserter.
After leaving the city, he parted ways with Gong Ruomei. Fengtian City was in chaos, with gunfire erupting everywhere. The martial arts community had scattered, and he had no time to regret it.

Even after leaving Northeast China and on the way back to Baoding, he felt more and more that he shouldn't have abandoned Chen Zhan.

Although the Grand Master's martial arts skills were high enough, he was still able to withstand the firepower of the Japanese.
Hey~
Xiong Hanshan had always prided himself on being a man of principle, disregarding life and death, but at this critical moment, he felt fear. Chen Zhan's fate was now unknown, and if he were to be captured by the Japanese, he would surely die.

If they escape, there's still a chance of survival.

He thought about it for a long time afterward. Chen Zhan's various actions and words all indicated that the explosion was related to him, and might even have been planned long ago.

Chen Zhan's ambition was too great; it was evident from their first meeting.

That day, braving sniper fire to kill Mitsui Hayato made him realize even more that Chen Zhan was no ordinary martial artist.

At least not someone like him, a martial arts practitioner, who only has blood and guts.

He spent the past month filled with regret and worry, feeling that Chen Zhan was likely doomed, yet still clinging to a sliver of hope.
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Seeing that it was almost afternoon, Chen Zhan quickened his pace and headed north.

The Hanshan Martial Arts School is very famous, but Xiong Hanshan is even more famous. Just ask any young man and you'll know where it is.

Xiong Hanshan's martial arts school, like himself, is rugged, bold, and reckless.

The dark gate was tightly shut.

Chen Zhan knocked on the door, but no one answered for a long time, so he started banging on the door with great force.

"Hey, they're here. Stop smashing things. We're keeping our doors closed and not seeing any guests."

The boy opened the door, and upon seeing Chen Zhan's face, he did not recognize him.

"Hey, are you here to learn a craft from a master, or to visit relatives and friends?"

"I'm looking for Xiong Hanshan."

"Uh, my father doesn't receive guests. You've come at the wrong time."

Chen Zhan was taken aback, thinking that Xiong Hanshan was injured. After all, Fengtian City was in chaos at the time, with countless explosions and stray bullets.

“In this way, you can say one sentence to him, and he will naturally come out to see me.”

“Then tell me, I’ll try to send a message, but my father hasn’t seen any guests for a month, he won’t see anyone.”

"Just say it."

The boy left with some doubt, and invited Chen Zhan in, but did not take him inside.

The boy walked all the way to the main house and knocked on the door, "Knock knock knock~"

"Dad, someone is looking for you."

"Didn't I say I wouldn't see guests?"

"He said to pass on a message to you, and you will see him after you hear it."

"Speak your mind, or shut up," Xiong Hanshan said impatiently.

“What did that person say again? Right, he said: The Grand Master has come to see you,” the young man said softly.

"Oh!"

The door opened, and Xiong Hanshan, looking haggard, asked urgently, "Was that a young man?"

"Yes. She doesn't look even thirty."

“Whoosh!~”

Xiong Hanshan's figure swept past the boy, causing the boy to stumble back several steps and land on his bottom.

Xiong Hanshan rushed to the door without even turning his head.

When the door opened, Chen Zhan had a smile on his face, while Xiong Hanshan looked disappointed.

"Who are you? Impersonating Sect Leader Chen? You're asking for death!"

He didn't recognize Chen Zhan in this form; in Fengtian, Chen Zhan appeared with the appearance of a person who had undergone bone-changing surgery.

Xiong Hanshan felt that Chen Zhan looked familiar, but he was sure he didn't know him. He wondered if he had met him once at some martial arts school. Just as he was about to close the door, Chen Zhan stopped him with his hand.

Xiong Hanshan exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, this is something!"

With a powerful push from both palms, Chen Zhan unleashed the force of a bear pushing a mountain, causing the old pearwood door to creak and groan, but it wouldn't close at all. Chen Zhan had managed to hold it shut with just one hand.

"You little brat, are you here to cause trouble?" Xiong Hanshan's anger flared up, and he simply opened the door.

"Old Bear doesn't recognize me?"

Chen Zhan's appearance was different, but his voice remained unchanged. Xiong Hanshan's eyebrows immediately relaxed, and his eyes widened.
"Oh my, you...you are the Grand Master?"

"Wait a minute, you look different!"

"This is my true face. I'm wanted by the Japanese, so I can't reveal my true identity in Fengtian," Chen Zhan said with a smile.

The sound was confirmed again.

Xiong Hanshan pondered for a month, and he remembered Chen Zhan's voice clearly, without a single mistake.

"Oh dear, come in quickly! Old Xiong has been missing you so much he can't eat, and he's even lost weight!"

"Come, come in, Grand Master, quickly come in with Old Xiong."

Leading Chen Zhan into the house and introducing the martial arts school's facilities, the teenager walked over, and Xiong Hanshan smiled and said, "Xiao He, come here."

"Master, this is my son, Xiong Hesheng."

"Xiao He, call him Grand Master."

Xiong Hanshan kicked his son, and the boy, who was over ten years old, knelt down with a thud.

He respectfully replied, "Greetings, Grand Master."

Chen Zhan smiled and said, "There's no need for that. You don't have to kneel. Come back to my place, and I'll teach you a few tricks."

This was exactly what Xiong Hanshan had been waiting for. "Hurry up and thank the Grand Master!"

Xiong Hesheng quickly kowtowed: "Thank you, Grand Master!"

Once inside, Xiong Hanshan dismissed everyone else.

Then he asked:

"Ah, how did you escape death? It's about Fengtian."

Chen Zhan nodded: "You probably guessed it. I was the one who did everything in Fengtian. I killed Tanaka Taro, and I even had the foreigners take pictures, promising to publish them in the newspaper within three months. I hope that kid isn't dead." "Back then, some martial arts figures must have died in the chaos. Alas, there was no other way. Opportunities to kill Tanaka were rare, so I had to act. You experienced what happened thirty years ago, so you should understand, right?"

Although Xiong Hanshan had suspected it before, he was still shocked to hear Chen Zhan admit it in person.

During this month, he inquired about various events that happened in Fengtian. At first, the demon star Chen Zhan went on a killing spree on the streets of the Japanese concession, and later he launched a night raid on the police station, which was completely overturned and the head of the Special Higher Police was nailed to the ground.

Later, the commotion escalated even further, directly blowing up Fengtian City.

Chen Zhan, however, claimed that he had done it all.

Nodding mechanically, Xiong Hanshan, fearing Chen Zhan might misunderstand, explained, "Old Xiong didn't mean to blame the Grand Master; I was just shocked."

"There's no safe way to survive in the martial arts world. It's all about life, and the fact that the Grand Master is leading from the front and doing something so important is truly admirable."

Chen Zhan waved his hand, not wanting him to continue praising him, and got down to business.

"In a couple of days, a telegram will be sent from Beiping to the whole country announcing that I will establish the 'Chinese Alliance,' officially founding a sect and uniting the martial arts world."

"How about you bring your men to Beiping to help me? After the north is consolidated, we can head south together."

Chen Zhan trusted Xiong Hanshan quite a bit. As fellow practitioners of Xingyi Quan, they had sparred before and he knew that Xiong Hanshan was a straightforward man.

So we should lend a helping hand whenever possible.

Baoding Prefecture will soon become a hotbed of conflict. Although his martial arts skills are not bad, his individual strength is insignificant under the smoke of Japanese militarism.

With hundreds of thousands of troops pressing in, even he couldn't do much.

"Ah! A nationwide telegram? Has the Grand Master cooperated with the Nationalist government?" Xiong Hanshan exclaimed in surprise.

"It's just a transaction, and they're happy to see it happen. If we issue a notice about this, it will shake the martial arts world. No one will bother them; they'll all come looking for me."

Xiong Hanshan roughly understood that once Chen Zhan announced the news, the martial arts world of the north would flock to him, practically breaking down his doorstep.

They may appear harmonious, but in reality, they will not let go of any opportunity to step on others and rise to power.

"Master, let's pack up and set off tomorrow. Shall we go together?" Xiong Hanshan didn't hesitate. He still felt guilty about what happened in Fengtian last time.

"No need. There's still one thing I haven't done in Baoding. I'll leave tonight."

Chen Zhan chatted with Xiong Hanshan for a while, and it was already getting dark.

He didn't say what else he needed to do, but Xiong Hanshan could roughly guess what it was. What else could it be but something that needed to be done at night?
Chen Zhan declined Xiong Hanshan's invitation to have dinner together, telling him to hurry up and pack his things so they could eat in the capital.

After leaving the Hanshan Martial Arts School, Chen Zhan found a secluded, shady spot to rest and changed into his night clothes.

There's no need to ask or even inquire about the person Chen Zuyan wants to kill.

Li Jiali, a local tycoon.

notorious.

Having occupied Baoding Prefecture for many years, from the time when the warlord Yuan trained his troops there to the later outbreak of the Zhili-Anhui War and the Zhili-Fengtian War, this famous opportunist remained steadfast.

Support whoever is in power, bet on both sides, and the money all comes from the people.

If nothing unexpected happens, the wealthy gentry lived to be over ninety years old, and it wasn't until decades later, when the peasants were raiding the city, that his crimes were exposed, and he was beaten to death by the people.

Chen Zuyan wanted to kill him, probably because of a personal grudge, since Li Jiali was now clearly supporting the Nationalist government, given the strength of the Central Army.

But Chen Zhan didn't care about personal grudges; he only cared about whether or not someone should be killed.

These wealthy landowners and tycoons have committed countless evil deeds, and their households still have many child brides and maids, most of whom were forcibly taken or bought.

They have no psychological burden when they kill.

His mansion was located behind the Zhili Governor-General's Mansion. It was a grand mansion with red bricks and black tiles, and its area was almost the size of the Governor-General's Mansion.

They kept countless retainers and bodyguards in their household.

Chen Zhan sneaked in late at night. The breathing of different people in the courtyard was rough and shallow, deep and shallow.

The higher one's martial arts skill, the slower and shallower one's breathing becomes. Ordinary people breathe heavily when they are asleep, and this is even more pronounced in the elderly, sick, or obese.

Top-level masters can't even feel their own breathing; breathing once every few minutes is normal for them.

Upon entering the courtyard, one could sense the presence of several experts, with large yellow dogs on both sides of the outer courtyard.

Chen Zhan didn't make a sound. He recalled the first time he killed someone, he was discovered by the other party's yellow dog as soon as he entered the yard. This time, the two old dogs were sleeping obediently and didn't notice anything.

If even the old yellow dog can detect my martial arts skills now, then all my training has been for nothing.
A traditional four-courtyard house. Usually, the head of the household would live in the last or third courtyard.

The booklet in Chen Zhan's hand contained a portrait of Li Jiali, who was over sixty years old and had no martial arts skills, making him easy to find.

He could judge ages simply by their breathing. He quickly heard heavy breathing, pushed open the door, and through the sliver of moonlight in the darkness, could make out the three people lying on the bed.
There was one man and two women. The two women were both around 16 years old, while the man was an old man.

Chen Zhan took out the booklet to compare and confirmed that there was no difference.

With a light touch of two fingers to his temples, a hidden force was released, and the old man's body trembled, and he stopped breathing.

The two women beside him felt him twitch, but they didn't wake up; they simply turned over and continued sleeping.

A wealthy man who owned dozens of mansions, thousands of acres of fertile land, and more than a dozen wives and concubines died in his sleep without any pain.

That's letting him off easy.

As for what will happen to the Li family after his death, whether his sons will seize power or the authorities will divide up everything belonging to the Li family.

Chen Zhan then stopped caring.

The next day, two screams rang out from the Li family mansion, as Li Jiali's two concubines were awakened by the cold body temperature of the people around them.

When I checked on my grandfather, he was already dead and stiff.

Chen Zhanren has returned to the capital.

It took less time than expected, only one day and two nights. There are still a few people in the capital; we can deal with them tonight.

No one knows where Chen Zhan went all day. He traveled thousands of miles and killed so many people, yet he remained calm and composed, as if he had done something insignificant.

Returning to the Bagua Museum, we found that the new plaque had already been installed.

"Chinese Alliance"

The three large characters are written in running script, neat yet lively, with smooth and natural strokes.

The gold-painted characters against a black background give the whole piece a solemn and dignified feel upon closer inspection.

Seeing Chen Zhan return, Ye Ningzhen also came out of the study and said:

“You’re back. Someone delivered a lot of ancient books yesterday, and they’re all in the room. The arena at the street corner is also under construction, and the neighbors are all asking what we’re going to do.”

Chen Zhan nodded and said, "Then let's announce it. The Qingyi Society will send a telegram to the whole country by tomorrow at the latest, so there's no need to hide it."

"Okay, then I'll go put up a notice."

"Okay, you handle it as you see fit. Xiong Hanshan will be coming over in the next couple of days, so make the arrangements there as well."

Chen Zhan entered the study, which contained many books, including ancient books collected by Ye Ningzhen, Wang Xiangzhai, and others.

He has had a conjecture lately, but he doesn't know if it will come true.

The art of martial arts seems to have experienced a period of interruption!
Chen Zhan wasn't sure, but the more he learned, the more suspicious it seemed.

The most exquisite martial arts today, including the three major internal styles of boxing, as well as Shaolin, Wudang, and various other schools of martial arts, are all products of the last two or three hundred years.

This is a little strange.

(End of this chapter)