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

Chapter 29 Revisiting an Old haunt: The Exquisite Skill of Southern Fist!

Chen Zhan's package contained a change of clothes, as well as some silver dollars and banknotes.

Just as he climbed out of the window, the broken wooden door was smashed to pieces.

Japanese warriors and ronin dressed in various martial arts uniforms burst out of the door, slashing wildly with their swords. The swords drew an arc in the air, and they just happened to see Chen Zhan's long robe disappear from the window.

"Chase him! He escaped through the window!"

The person behind him turned around and went downstairs, thumping and breaking many of the wooden stairs.

The two ronin at the front followed Chen Zhan as he jumped out of the window.

But all that could be seen was Chen Zhan's back, flashing past a corner of a distant house at an extremely fast speed.

A group of more than a dozen ronin samurai quickly chased after the direction where Chen Zhan had disappeared.

They came and went in a hurry. A group of Japanese people rushed into the small inn, smashed and looted it, and even injured a waiter. No one cared about the mess inside the inn.

The shop owners had to bear the losses themselves; this situation had been happening almost every few days before.

People living in the foreign concessions were different from the Chinese and were not subject to the law.

But this time is different.

However, half an hour later, ten silver dollars appeared on the shopkeeper's table.

The dozen or so Japanese ronin never appeared again.

This encirclement and interception was no ordinary one. The Japanese side was determined and mobilized an unknown number of people. Chen Zhan's senses were sharp, and he could feel that there were people all around him!

As soon as I turned into an alley, someone appeared in front of me.

To avoid being surrounded and shot in the dark, the only option was to climb over the wall.

The human body has more than a dozen acupoints that are extremely fragile and difficult to strengthen even with external hard training, such as the temples, Baihui (GV20), and Huiyin (CV1).

Fortunately, Chen Zhan was skilled in using flying stones to strike acupoints. His hidden weapons were unparalleled; when they struck specific acupoints, the person would fall instantly.

Thanks to the winding alleys of Tianjin, Chen Zhan killed more than a dozen Japanese samurai in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, thus escaping his pursuers.

However, because his appearance had been completely exposed, he was unable to find a hotel and was forced to live on the streets.

The Green Gang's sphere of influence was too large and its reach too wide. Rickshaw pullers, manual laborers, and even fathers and sons performing on the street could all be members of the Green Gang.

Chen Zhan could only wear his straw hat, pull the brim low, and walk towards a secluded spot.

However, it was already dark, so it was much safer.

Trying to contact him at night is as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Unbeknownst to him, Chen Zhan, who was wandering the streets, found himself back in Yuhua Lane.

Standing quietly under the tree at the alley entrance, listening to the decadent music, I recalled what happened seven days ago.

Zhang Laosan's death had no impact on him; it wasn't his first time killing someone, and he didn't react abnormally in the slightest.

It's more of a feeling of liberation, freedom, and even excitement.

Perhaps this is human nature—decisive in killing, indifferent to joy or sorrow; this too is a kind of human nature.

Sun Zhi is right. Modern times are indeed not suitable for him. Our ancestors struggled for nearly a century to achieve peace, and no one can destroy it.

Chen Zhan's only regret was that he didn't have time to take Zhang Laosan's "gun".

He wasn't the kind of rigid person who thought that martial artists shouldn't handle guns, and that modern firearms were a desecration of martial arts.

Any weapon or skill is a means of self-defense; there is no distinction between high and low, only whether it suits one's own needs.

Of course, external things can only kill, not nourish.

Martial arts, however, can.

I hadn't experienced it before, but now I understand that, at least at this stage, a "gun" is an extremely deadly weapon for him, the kind that can kill.

I wonder if the [Iron Bones] talent can withstand a bullet if it gets hit.

Of course, even if he was curious, Chen Zhan wouldn't try it on his own. Having arrived in this world, he hadn't practiced stance training for a long time in a long time. He had slept enough yesterday, so this was a good opportunity to review his martial arts.

Sun-style Tai Chi primarily focuses on the three major internal martial arts styles, while also having some involvement with other internal martial arts schools.

There are no external martial arts techniques.

Sun Lutang did not value external martial arts, and even looked down on them, simply because he believed that external martial arts were too focused on quick success and instant benefits.

Kill someone in six months, master in one year, reach peak in three years.

They start to decline after five years, and almost no external martial arts master can maintain their peak for ten years.

This rapid increase in combat power comes from overworking the body, frantically honing muscles and skin. While it does lead to fast progress, it also greatly depletes potential and the body, resulting in a painful old age when one's energy and blood decline.

Internal martial arts can nourish the body, and great masters of these arts can live a long time.

Sun Lutang also emphasized this point in his article "On the Difference Between Internal and External Schools of Boxing".

It is said that this incident displeased many external martial arts schools back then.

Of course, this is normal. Given Sun Lutang's status in the martial arts world, saying such things publicly is somewhat like cutting off someone's source of income.

If external martial arts are worthless, how will we recruit disciples in the future?

There are thousands of martial arts styles, and each one has its own unique features.

Chen Zhan's "Hong Family Iron Wire Fist" is a unique external martial art.

Generally speaking, external martial arts train the body and strength; techniques like Eagle Claw, Iron Sand, and Iron Shirt all train the "self."

There aren't many that are paired with weapons.

This Iron Wire Fist is an exception. From the beginning of its training, it is combined with iron ring weapons, integrating ring techniques into one. After graduation, it becomes a very powerful iron ring skill, which is also combined with the physical strength of external martial arts.

By the faint moonlight, Chen Zhan carefully examined the Iron Wire Fist manual in his hand. He did not intend to practice it, but he could still learn from it by analogy, as every martial art has its own advantages.

Iron Wire Fist uses the Twelve-Character Formula, namely, Hard, Soft, Press, Straight, Separate, Fix, Inch, Lift, Retain, Move, Control, and Fix.

In addition to focusing on the twelve bridge hands, the most important aspect of practicing Iron Wire Fist is the generation of power and vocalization. The vocalization of each movement is mainly to regulate the five internal organs. When the internal organs are regulated, the circulation of qi and blood is orderly, there is movement within stillness, release without releasing, hold without holding, be fast without being chaotic, and be slow without being lax. This allows the power to reach both the inside and outside, resulting in the effect of strengthening muscles and bones.

Southern Fist emphasizes Qi (vital energy), and emphasizes that Qi and strength are inseparable.

When engaging in combat, it is often accompanied by a "whoosh" sound. Some skilled laborers even groan when carrying goods, which helps to generate and dissipate force!
Power comes from sound; use vocalization to coordinate force and mobilize one's own strength.

Iron Wire Fist is a martial art that requires great effort and strength. If you are not careful, you will damage your vital energy. Since a person's internal organs are not fully developed until they are 18 years old, Iron Wire Fist is not suitable for children under the age of 18 to practice.

Chen Zhan pondered for a while. He realized that once he reached this level in boxing, he could apply the same principles to other situations.

Following the Qi circulation path of Iron Wire Fist, power originates from the ground, generating force from both legs. Assume the "Two-Character Clamping Sheep" stance, throw a punch with one hand, channeling the power into the fist, and exhale deeply.

"Go!"

With a loud shout, the force combined with the sonic boom erupted forth.

He punched the willow tree in front of him. The willow tree at the alley entrance was thicker than the strong man's waist. After taking the punch, it trembled violently.

In the dead of winter, the trees are bare, their branches tremble constantly, and pieces of wood fall with a crackling sound.

"Ka~ka~"

The old tree split open with two cracks, but it didn't fall over; it's almost time for it to fall.

All three major internal martial arts styles are Northern styles, but that doesn't prevent Southern styles from having their own unique strengths. This kind of power combined with the method of exhaling and opening the mouth makes it difficult to defend against if you suddenly attack your opponent when they are not prepared.

In the dead of night, Chen Zhan let out a loud shout.

The decadent music that filled Yuhua Lane suddenly stopped, and countless people were so frightened that they could never continue for the rest of their lives.

There were occasional murmurs and curses, but no one dared to come out and check.

Making such a commotion in the middle of the night, it sounds like something you shouldn't mess with, who would dare to interfere?

This is not a time of peace.

(End of this chapter)