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

Chapter 203 Are you the God of Ninjas?
After He Zhuo left, several younger people boldly went up to ask for his guidance, and Chen Zhan naturally did not hesitate to offer his advice.

After understanding the opponent's martial arts style, give them a few pointers, mostly to help them build a solid foundation and how to do so.

Having immersed himself in the study of Ming Jin and An Jin for over a decade, Chen Zhan has a deeper understanding of the fundamentals.

Until no one else went on stage.

The match ended in the afternoon.

The onlookers were uninterested and found it quite boring. They had expected a fierce battle, but it ended in a crushing defeat.

It even became a public lesson for the master to guide his disciples.

Some of the younger disciples benefited greatly from it, while those who came expecting a great battle were very disappointed.

"Are you coming tomorrow?"

"They probably won't come. The two best fighters in the capital have been defeated. Who would dare to step up? The challenge is set up for ten days. The remaining eight days will probably be spent giving pointers to young boxers. I guess those who come are just waiting to go on stage and get pointers."

"That's too boring."

The onlookers chatted, while others disagreed.

The old man shook his head and said, "You don't understand. The big show hasn't even started yet. People in the capital got the news early, and it's only the second day. They're all from the capital."

"Hehe, Alliance Leader Chen has made quite a few enemies lately. The people Jinlou killed recently were not just from the Yellow Lotus Sect. The Heaven and Earth Society and the Yanzhao Chaquan are not rootless duckweed."

"Especially the Chaquan School, you should know the name of Wang Ziping, right?" the old man said mysteriously.

"Prince Ping of Cangzhou? The Mighty King with a Thousand Pounds?"

“That’s right. Although Yan Zhao Cha Quan is not his martial arts school, Zhao Zijie, who died that day, was his fellow disciple. How could he not care?”

The old man stroked his beard as he spoke, and everyone immediately understood.

Two years ago, Wang Ziping was hired as the head of the Shaolin branch of the Central Martial Arts Academy, leading the external training lineage.

Central Martial Arts Academy!
Everyone's eyes lit up. Two years ago, Zhang Zhijiang was ordered by the National Government to establish the "Central Martial Arts Academy" in Nanjing.

It caused quite a stir at the time.

Just like Chen Zhan's appointment the day before, both were officially appointed by the National Government, leaving the lower levels to develop on their own.

With Zhang Zhijiang in charge and the National Government backing it, the Central Martial Arts Academy naturally attracted many skilled fighters. Wang Ziping was assigned to oversee the preparations for the establishment of the academy.

After its establishment, Wang Ziping was in charge of external training for the Shaolin School, while Sun Lutang was in charge of internal training for the Wudang School.

This matter is known throughout the martial arts world.

But upon closer examination, the Central Martial Arts Academy actually meant to lead the nation's martial arts, strengthen the country and its people, similar to the Jingwu Athletic Association, but more official.

But now, the National Government has appointed another leader of the martial arts alliance.

The implications of this are somewhat difficult to describe.

Is this a case of sitting back and watching the tigers fight? Or is there some other reason behind it?
Those present had no idea.

Chen Zhan never considered this, because essentially, he and the Central Martial Arts Academy were not on the same path.

The Central Martial Arts Academy is firmly aligned with the Nationalist government.

He's not!

The challenge was over.

The crowd dispersed.

For the next three days, it was the same: there were no great masters, but all sorts of martial arts schools came. In addition to the major famous styles of boxing, many branches, including some schools that Chen Zhan had never even heard of, sent their disciples, and even their masters and leaders, to come and learn from him.

It includes Eight-Palm Palm, Support Leg, Walking Fist, Five Tiger Cannon, Taizu Fist, Continuous Knife, Pointing Spear, Six Harmony Spear, etc.

He said he was asking for advice, but in reality he was seeking guidance from Chen Zhan.

Within a few days, their reputation spread.

Chen Zhan, the leader of the martial arts alliance, actually gained his reputation by being generous with his martial arts skills and not hoarding them.

Chen Zhan is being sung throughout the capital and even the surrounding martial arts world:
"Not only is Leader Chen highly skilled in martial arts, but he also doesn't mind that his subordinates have poor talent and martial arts skills, and personally guides them."

Those who received his guidance all praised him for being magnanimous and sincere, and for pointing out the essentials, from which they benefited greatly.

Unexpectedly, my reputation was boosted by this.

Instead of relying on ruthless killing and decisive action to sweep across the martial arts world, he did not rely on martial arts prowess to dominate the martial arts world.

When someone pointed out a problem, or even when someone developed a physical ailment during training, Chen Zhan would directly correct it and help repair the damage.

These people are all very sincere.

People who practice martial arts have few ulterior motives, especially junior apprentices and young boxers. They have no bad intentions and are focused on practicing their skills.

Often, some sects have lost their lineage, or their family-inherited skills are lost because the elders in the family have passed away.

Otherwise, the training wouldn't have gone wrong.

After being instructed by Chen Zhan, some people even knelt down and kowtowed in admiration.

The scene was a mix of touching and awkward moments.

Although it was unexpected, Chen Zhan appreciated it. He was not a cold-blooded person. Although he was ruthless when killing people, that was towards enemies. He treated his own people better than anyone else.

In terms of age, Chen Zhan wasn't much older than these young disciples who were seeking his guidance, but their mindset was different. Having experienced more life and death, they had naturally matured.

Being respected and appreciated makes him feel that many of his efforts have not been in vain.

In just three days, he took in fifteen respectable young men from unaffiliated families. These men didn't have much skill; they were just passing down some family techniques. Only one of them had figured out how to develop Ming Jin (a type of internal strength) on his own.

His name is Cheng Shaojiu.

Chen Zhan paid a little attention to this person. He was nineteen years old. Although he had just started learning, he had been practicing on his own since he was a child. Despite lacking food and clothing, he had still managed to enter the Ming Jin realm. He could be considered a genius.

They have great potential for development.

The other fourteen were around the same age, the oldest being twenty-two and the youngest sixteen. Those who hadn't mastered their skills by twenty-two had already reached a certain level of achievement and couldn't possibly enter the Grandmaster realm.

But it doesn't matter. Chen Zhan doesn't look at talent when accepting disciples; he only looks at their character.

He doesn't share the old-fashioned mindset of the Republic of China generation, who believed in passing down skills only to sons and keeping true kung fu secrets to a single lineage, preferring to let them be lost rather than leak them out.

However, one must examine the origins of one's character.

Those who lack resolve will find themselves trembling on the battlefield, facing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, unable to unleash their full potential, no matter how skilled they are.

There are many such examples. If captured, even more secrets will be exposed.

The ten-day tournament is halfway over.

There are five days left. Since yesterday, fewer and fewer people have come to see it. There are still many martial arts practitioners, but ordinary people have stopped coming.

They couldn't understand the martial arts instructions and found them uninteresting.

What they want to see is excitement, a fight to the death.

The sixth day, at night.

The Chinese Alliance has taken in many disciples during this period, filling the rooms that were left after Zhao Hongbao took away his disciples.

The night was quiet; there was little movement in the early spring night.

Chen Zhan was lying in bed when he suddenly opened his eyes and heard the faint footsteps hundreds of meters away.

As soon as he moved, Ye Ningzhen woke up as well.

The two looked at each other and instantly understood what Chen Zhan meant.

someone!

Entering late at night without greeting anyone, whoever that is, deserves to die.

If someone in the martial arts world tries to test you in this way, they deserve to be beaten to death; if they have any other ulterior motives, they deserve to die even more.

Chen Zhan quickly stood up and grabbed a handful of Ye Ningzhen's golden needles: "It's alright, no need to wake everyone up."

He changed into black clothes and darted out through the open window.

The Zhonghua Alliance, also known as the Bagua Hall, occupies a large area with three courtyards, each several hundred square meters.

Chen Zhan lived in the last courtyard.

The front courtyard was where the ordinary disciples of the martial arts school lived, and they didn't hear any noise.

A man in black darted in from the south wall, his steps light and swift, leaving no ripples. After he entered, he leaned against the wall, and soon another man darted in, landing on his shoulder without making a sound.

The two landed and pulled out a dark bullet, about the size of a baby's fist, from their pockets.

He casually tossed them in various directions.

The moment it was thrown, a glimpse of the shadows appeared. A gust of black wind swept through, and before the bullet hit the ground, the shadow was right in front of it.

Just as he was about to make a move, he slashed with his hand, and one person fell silently to the ground.

The other person reacted extremely quickly, waving his hand and throwing a dart in the opposite direction from Chen Zhan.

This dart was aimed outside the wall.

It's a code!
Chen Zhan sneered. He had ordered the man to send a signal. Silently, he placed his hand on the man's neck, and the man in black collapsed without a sound.

He gently pressed the bullet in his hand; it was pitch black and had a slight elasticity. He didn't dare to use too much force, unsure of what it was, so he put it away for now.

Outside the wall, there were ten more men in black.

Just as they were preparing to enter from all directions, they received a signal to retreat.

They looked at each other in bewilderment, not even having heard what was happening inside the wall. The leader acted swiftly: "Go back and report to Lord Ninja God."

"The rest of you, follow me."

Chen Zhan, inside the wall, could clearly hear that there were ten more people outside, making it a twelve-person team.

Moreover, the person who just spoke was speaking Japanese!

He studied with Ye Ningzhen for a few days, and while he wouldn't say he was an expert, he could roughly understand some of what she said.

Chen Zhan's lips twitched
Ninja God? The Ninja Gods are here
Two members of the team split up, while the other eight moved in another direction.

Chen Zhan appeared silently. A Grandmaster at the Core Formation Realm, his sneak attack and assassination were more terrifying than any ghost or god.

Five of the eight men had already collapsed after taking only three or four steps.

Hearing the sound of someone falling to the ground behind them, they turned around and saw five people lying on the ground with a small bloody hole between their eyebrows. If it weren't for their years of training and nighttime operations, they would have been almost unable to see it in the dark.

A few gold needles were rubbed together in the palm of the hand and crushed into tiny needles less than one centimeter in size.

Then, using the technique of throwing locust stones, the air didn't even notice.

The three men looked horrified.

The next instant, tiny golden needles shot before my eyes, passing through them and entering my brain.

There was no sound.

Chen Zhan turned around and chased after the two ninjas who had left.

Naturally, he had to let the two go. He knew the Japanese were perverse; capturing and torturing them was not the best course of action, and there might not even be an opportunity to torture them, as various methods of suicide were impossible to prevent.

The two men in black headed north, passing through seven or eight streets. With no one around, they bypassed the night watchmen and headed east. Soon they reached the edge of the capital, and from there they would be leaving the city.

Looking around and seeing no one, he slipped into an inconspicuous little courtyard.

The capital city is now under the control of the Nationalist government and is an important city. It is impossible for the Japanese to station a large number of troops there, but it is still easy for such assassination squads.

Ninjas are skilled at disguise; if they don't speak, Japanese and Chinese people can't tell much difference between them.

Inside the courtyard, candlelight flickered.

Two ninjas entered the room and spoke in broken Japanese, which Chen Zhan could understand roughly.

"The two men disappeared as soon as they entered, only sending out a retreat signal, and the poison pill failed to detonate."

An aged voice came from the other end: "Then how did you escape back?"

The two were taken aback and immediately sensed that something was amiss.

"Baka, let's go!"

As soon as he uttered those words, the candlelight in the room went out.

The courtyard gate was gently pushed open.

"Are you the God of Ninjas?"

(End of this chapter)