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

Chapter 36 Even a divine fist can't withstand a hundred spears; you red-light district agents know this best.

Chen Zhan followed her into the room, which was a two-room house with a bedroom inside.

Ye Ningzhen turned around and glanced at Chen Zhan, but did not chase him away.

"Take care of your injuries first. Even if you can't help in two days, you won't be a hindrance."

Chen Zhan wasn't exactly a chivalrous person, especially since he couldn't even see her face clearly.

However, out of camaraderie among martial arts practitioners, the Red Lanterns, the Boxers, and the Big Sword Society were all part of the Chinese martial arts world. Sun Lutang had also joined the Boxers and was involved in killing foreign devils, so it was no big deal for him to lend a hand.

Ye Ningzhen was silent for a moment, then said:
"you're right."

What were you doing hiding in the woods that day?

The change in tone was so swift that even Chen Zhan was momentarily stunned.

"Practice?"

"Practicing martial arts late at night?"

"You can't practice martial arts late at night?"

"Yes, those ronin and traitors didn't find you after I left?"

"Yes, but I killed two of them with hidden weapons."

Ye Ningzhen's gaze wandered. In the darkness, the two talked far away, unable to see each other, as if they were talking to the underworld.

She added, "With your skills, you only killed two?"

Chen Zhan curled his lip, "I'm afraid they have guns. Even the best fist can't withstand a hundred shots. You red-light police know this best."

Chen Zhan joked that most of the members of the Red Lantern Society and the Big Sword Society were killed by foreign guns.

Martial arts can strengthen the body, but if you don't reach the top level, you won't be able to withstand even one or two spears.

But Ye Ningzhen didn't care about such words. She chuckled twice and said, "You don't hold back when you speak, but you're right. So from then on, I advocated practicing both boxing and spear fighting. They are both methods of killing enemies and winning, and there is no distinction between them."

Chen Zhan did not refute this statement.

When the nation is in peril, the best martial art is the one that can save the country and the best technique is the one that can strengthen the people. Ordinary people can learn to shoot a gun, but it's even easier and more powerful for martial arts practitioners.

Chen Zhan is not averse to guns, but he doesn't necessarily want to practice with them.

Practicing shooting inevitably requires a lot of energy. Unless you have unlimited time, it's putting the cart before the horse and is unnecessary.

"That red light shines today."

"There's no such thing as a Red Lantern Society anymore; only a few small sects are barely clinging to life."

Ye Ningzhen had no respect for the Red Lantern Police and explained the whole story in a few words.

It turns out that several national salvation churches were killed and scattered back then, most of the churches, large and small, were destroyed, and those who were captured were executed. A few people from each church escaped.

But they no longer dare to develop under the original banner.

They changed their appearance and became martial arts sects, then remained silent for more than twenty years. Although they were all in decline, they still maintained many connections.

He could only bury the events of that year deep in his heart and wait for the right opportunity.

Most of the veterans in the martial arts world today participated in what happened back then, or at least secretly supported it even if they didn't personally take action.

Many people have even witnessed the three of them—Big Knife King, Single Knife Li, and Eight Trigrams Cheng—killing enemies with each strike, beheading them.

The three may not have the highest martial arts skills, but they were the most famous in the martial arts world at that time, and no one could compare to them.

The reason was that the three of them took the lead in doing things that other martial artists dared not do.

Anti-imperialism and anti-feudalism! Kill foreigners and Japanese devils!

"I wish I could go with him," Chen Zhan sighed.

Ye Ningzhen felt a stirring, an inexplicable feeling, from Chen Zhan's words.

That was an impulse that both of them could feel, an impulse that, even after ten years of hardship, could not be cooled.

Although it doesn't match my age, it's not surprising that at this moment, when the country is in peril, it is the time when a harbinger of doom is born.

Ye Ningzhen made up her mind and got up to go into the side room.

The side room had no windows and was completely dark. I took out an oil lamp and lit it, and the small candlelight immediately illuminated the room.

"Brother Chen, could you help me heal my injuries?" Chen Zhan also turned from the outer room into the side room. The small room was long and narrow, less than two meters wide and seven or eight meters long, and was usually used for storage.

The candlelight was very well concealed; once the door was closed, no light could be seen from the outside.

Chen Zhan walked closer and finally saw the woman's face clearly.

His first impression of him was that he had a very cold and aloof face.

Her face had smooth lines, delicate yet understated features, and clear, bright eyes. The aloofness and quiet elegance she exuded seemed innate.

Seeing Chen Zhan approach, she removed the black cloth covering her waist without any hesitation. With a flick of her finger, a large hole appeared in her black clothes, revealing a large expanse of delicate skin and a shocking bullet hole.

Chen Zhan was also astonished by this scene; the woman's willpower was unimaginable.
What you see is a round hole at the waist, dark red with a hint of black.

The wound was visibly infected, oozing a yellowish-green discharge that also had a foul odor.

The area of ​​redness and swelling around the wound has begun to expand, and blisters and ulcers have appeared around the wound.

Chen Zhan sniffed the scent, causing Ye Ningzhen's face to flush slightly.

"How about it?"

"This is a bit troublesome. You've been neglecting this injury for so long?" Chen Zhan couldn't help but sigh. This woman was too ruthless to herself.
"Can you relieve the pain? Let's hold on for a few more days," Ye Ningzhen said calmly.

"If you need to remove the bullet, you won't last more than a few days. If you die, I'll be exposed too."

Chen Zhan tore the white cloth in his hand in half, twisted it into a ball, and said, "Bite down."

Ye Ningzhen was no ordinary woman. She opened her mouth and bit down, then pulled out a dagger from her sleeve, its cold light gleaming: "Use this."

Chen Zhan's eyes twitched. He took the dagger and heated it over the candlelight.

The candlelight flickered and swayed.

The images of the two men's movements were projected onto the wall. In the candlelight, Chen Zhan made a swift and precise move, stabbing the woman in the waist with a dagger, and then began to drill, dig, and pick.

The bullet wasn't too deep; it was found quickly.

With a forceful push, a bullet fell to the ground, accompanied by rotten flesh and yellow pus.

"Hiss! Hiss!~"

The dagger plunged deep into her flesh, nearly causing the woman to faint from the pain.

She stared at Chen Zhan, thankfully there wasn't another dagger in the other sleeve.

"Don't glare, it's not over yet. The rotten flesh is full of bacteria and poison, it needs to be removed."

After Chen Zhan finished speaking, he ignored her and began to clean the rotten flesh and pus around the wound with his dagger.

Under the watchful eyes of the man, he applied just the right amount of force and cleaned the area in no time.

"It's not over yet!"

Chen Zhan took out a few purslane and violet flowers from his pocket, rubbed them together with his hands, and they turned into powder.

They poured the liquid all over her wound, causing the woman to wince in pain, a vertical line appearing between her thin eyebrows.

"Alright, all wrapped up. I should be able to save your life."

Only one step remains: wrap it in a clean white cloth to prevent infection.

However, Chen Zhan couldn't do it himself; the wound was on his waist, and to bandage it properly, it would have to be wrapped around his waist several times to secure it.

Chen Zhan pulled the white cloth out of her mouth and let her deal with it herself.

But the intense pain prevented her from getting up. "Could you help me? We're not concerned with formalities."

Chen Zhan nodded, lowered his head and leaned closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. The two inevitably drew closer, and Chen Zhan could smell her tied-up long hair. Stray hairs on her forehead fluttered in the wind, adding to her disheveled beauty.

Even if Ye Ningzhen was as carefree as she was, at this moment, alone with a man, she was powerless to resist, and her cheeks inevitably flushed slightly.

Fortunately, Chen Zhan moved quickly and reached around to the other side of his waist, where he touched the cold iron box.

Quickly wrap the white cloth tightly and tie a knot.

"Take a day off first, and we'll discuss the specifics with you tomorrow."

Chen Zhan turned and left, ignoring her completely; the other party could handle these messes.

(End of this chapter)