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

He Ming was only seventeen years old and had joined the Yihequan less than half a year ago. He had a good talent for martial arts and his boxing stances were quite impressive. He practiced the basic boxing techniques of the Yihequan.

But he is still young, his mentality is not stable, and he has never seen a big scene.

In his eyes, so many silver dollars were enough to get married, buy a shop, and never have to suffer again.

Erzhu smiled, patted his shoulder, and said confidently, "Hehe, don't worry, Mr. Chen has already prepared for us. There will only be more, not less."

Chen Zhan would never mistreat the brothers who worked with him.

As long as enough silver dollars are distributed among the brothers, even if they are captured by foreigners, no one will confess.

If you confess, you'll die, and your family will suffer too.

By not confessing, he could at least protect his family and earn a reputation for loyalty and righteousness.

Just then, a blinding beam of light shone from a distant corner, accompanied by a shout: "Who's over there? Stop right there!"

Erzhu and the others felt a chill run down their spines. They looked up and saw four constables running toward them.

Armed with guns and clubs, the group was led by a foreigner with a hooked nose, followed by three Chinese police officers. They looked menacing, clearly having spotted them.

"run!"

Erzhu gave a low shout and, leading the three of them, turned and ran into the depths of the alley.

The police officers behind them were in hot pursuit, their footsteps and shouts echoing in the quiet alley.

The alleys are narrow and interconnected, but they are also easily blocked.

After running a few steps, the figures of police officers appeared ahead, clearly indicating that they had been surrounded.

Seeing this, Erzhu stopped and said calmly, "Let's not run anymore. We've already given away all the silver dollars, and we didn't leave any evidence on us. What are we afraid of?"

He quickly thought of a solution: "If they ask later, we'll say we were hungry at night and came out to find something to eat. These days, if there's nothing to eat at night, there are plenty of people who steal chickens and dogs."

There are usually many, but tonight is different. The foreigners searched and arrested people during the day, causing a great uproar in the city. Most of those who dared to come out at night were suspicious people.

The men nodded, stood still, raised their hands, and waited for the police to approach.

The hook-nosed foreigner, accompanied by three Chinese police officers, strode up to them, staring intently at the four of them, and barked in broken Mandarin, "What were you four doing running away just now?"

Erzhu quickly lowered his head, pretending to be frightened, and said in a humble tone, "Master, we didn't know it was you. We thought we had been caught stealing, so we ran away. We were just hungry at night and came out to find something to eat."

The three Chinese police officers scanned the four men back and forth, but Erzhu remained timid and hesitant, showing no sign of weakness.

He Ming, however, was different. He was young and had never experienced such a scene before. At this moment, he was so nervous that he was trembling all over, his legs were shaking, and his eyes were darting around, not daring to look the police officers in the eye.

The hook-nosed foreigner's gaze instantly locked onto He Ming, a suspicious smirk playing on his lips: "Are you nervous? Are you hiding something?"

Erzhu's heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward to block He Ming, explaining with a smile, "Sir, please don't misunderstand. This child came from the countryside to stay with me. He's never seen the world before, and it's his first time meeting such an important person as you, so it's understandable that he's nervous. Please don't take it to heart."

"Hehe, search."

The hook-nosed foreigner sneered, yanked Erzhu away, and although he appreciated Erzhu's flattery, he did not let his guard down. He waved to the Chinese police officer beside him.

"Yes!"

A police officer stepped forward and searched Erzhu and the others, carefully examining them. He found no silver coins or other suspicious items.

Then, he walked up to He Ming and began to search him.

He Ming became even more nervous, his whole body trembled more violently, as if insects were crawling all over him, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Erzhu stood to the side, outwardly calm, but inwardly he was sweating bullets. He could tell that He Ming seemed to be acting strangely.
It's normal to be nervous, but if you're this nervous or even panicked, all your training will be for nothing.
The hook-nosed foreigner noticed the anomaly before Erzhu.

His gaze sharpened, he pushed aside the Chinese police officer beside him, and personally reached out to touch He Ming's waist.

His fingertips touched something hard, and a smug smirk immediately appeared on his lips: "Still saying you didn't hide anything? Humph!"

With a forceful tug, He Ming's coarse cloth garment around his waist was instantly torn.

A silver dollar fell out of He Ming's pocket and was caught by the hook-nosed foreigner. He squeezed the silver dollar hard in his hand, deforming it.

He Ming's face was deathly pale, his whole body was trembling, his head was down, he dared not speak, and his eyes were full of fear and regret.

He just couldn't hold back.
He had secretly hidden a silver dollar, and now that the foreigners had discovered it, not only would he suffer, but it might also implicate Erzhu and others, and ruin Mr. Chen's plans.

Erzhu's heart sank instantly.

Countless thoughts surged wildly.

Because of He Ming's negligence, a silver coin he secretly hid could expose everyone's whereabouts, implicate Lu Jun and Wu Qingshan, implicate all the brothers, and even ruin Chen Zhan's entire plan.

The hesitation was fleeting; a fierce glint flashed in Erzhu's eyes, and he made a ruthless move.

With his body firmly planted in a bow stance, he pulled his arms back sharply, his shoulders and back taut, like a fully drawn bow. His fist, imbued with the full force of his body, flew with a whistling sound, aiming straight for the hook-nosed foreigner's lumbar spine.

Erzhu stood to the side of the hook-nosed man, which wasn't exactly a sneak attack, but it gave him the upper hand.

But the other person had sharp eyes and happened to catch his movements out of the corner of their eye.

"Bajiquan? Heh heh."

The man with the hooked nose spoke, his Chinese as fluent as a native speaker, his tone full of amusement.

Before he finished speaking, he also bent over with a bow stance, raised his knees and elbows, and assumed the Eight Extremes stance, forcefully receiving the small stance of the two pillars.

The two men's fists and elbows collided with a muffled "thud," and the force of their impact stirred up a gust of wind.

Erzhu felt an incomparably powerful force coming from his opponent's elbow, causing his blood and qi to surge. He was thrown backward uncontrollably, flying back three meters before regaining his footing.

Two deep scratches were rubbed into the bluestone slab underfoot, making a hissing sound.

On the other side, four police officers had already drawn their guns, the dark muzzles pointed at He Ming and the other two. One of the officers freed his arm and was about to raise his gun to aim at Erzhu, but was stopped by the hook-nosed man.

"Don't shoot."

The man with the hooked nose shook his head, his gaze fixed on Erzhu, and said excitedly, "I'll play with him. I've been bored all day, it'll be good to stretch my muscles."

He raised his hand and beckoned to Erzhu with his finger, as if toying with his prey.

Erzhu quickly scanned his surroundings out of the corner of his eye. The alley was narrow, and he was blocked by police officers in front and behind him. He was trapped in the middle and had nowhere to escape.

"Hmph, even if I die, I'll take you down with me." Erzhu gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, exhaled sharply, and let out a low shout. The energy rose from the soles of his feet, flowed down his legs and waist, and into his arms.

He practices the Wu-style open-door Bajiquan small frame, which is different from the large frame with its wide and sweeping movements. It focuses on attack and defense within a small space, with each move being ruthless and close-quarters combat.

After stamping his foot, he flashed forward and closed in.

A palm strike aimed straight at the opponent's face; this move is also called the Rising Sun Hand. The palm strikes upwards with a fierce and powerful force, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, leaving the opponent no room to dodge.

Erzhu knew in his heart that his skills were most likely no match for his opponent.

He was a trained fighter, with the spirit of a martial artist ingrained in his bones. Even if he couldn't win, he would fight. Dying under the fist of a master was far more honorable than being shot to death. The man with the hooked nose practiced the Bajiquan style, with wide, powerful, and domineering moves, each movement exuding profound strength.

If you didn't see his foreign appearance, he would look like an old master who has been immersed in Bajiquan for decades, and he has a very good grasp of the essence of Bajiquan.

"Good timing!"

The man with the hooked nose shouted, his eyes flashing with excitement. Instead of dodging, he took the initiative to meet him.

He quickly reached out with both hands, joined them together, and moved both elbows in unison to steadily catch Erzhu's palm strike. He clearly intended to use force to counter force, waiting for Erzhu to come to him so that he could then launch a counterattack.

Erzhu gritted his teeth and poured all his strength into his palms. He knew that his strength was inferior to his opponent's, but if his opponent forced a block, he would do his best and at least manage to fight to the death.

Their palms and elbows clashed again. This time, Erzhu felt an even stronger force, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He was thrown back and staggered four or five steps before he could barely regain his balance.

The man with the hooked nose merely paused slightly on his heel before taking root in the ground.

With a loud "bang," he deflected all the force from the two pillars and used the recoil to lunge forward. He swept his arm horizontally, delivering a killing move from Bajiquan.

Swing your arm and strike with your elbow.

If this move fails to shake the opponent, the attacker will change tactics and strike the enemy's vital points with their elbow, linking the moves together.

Unable to retreat in time, Erzhu could only forcefully raise his arm to block.

With a loud thud, the opponent's arm slammed heavily onto his arm. A powerful force spread along his arm, and Erzhu felt his arm go numb instantly, his blood circulation was disrupted, and he lost feeling in his fingertips.

This is hidden force!

Erzhu's heart sank; he had felt this same way with Wu Qingshan.

Wu Qingshan was a master of internal strength, but the foreigner in front of him was clearly more proficient in internal strength than Wu Qingshan.

"Hiss! Hidden strength."

Erzhu gasped, only one thought remaining in his mind: This is it, I'm doomed.

He wasn't stupid; in a flash, he realized that the other party wouldn't leave him a way out.

Bajiquan is a style of boxing that never lets up once it has the upper hand. Once it gains the upper hand, it will relentlessly attack the opponent until the opponent is killed.

The wind howled, and the strong wind stung Erzhu's face. He could clearly feel the opponent's elbow coming straight at his face.

If that elbow had landed squarely, his facial features would have been smashed to pieces, and he would have died on the spot.

Erzhu subconsciously closed his eyes, preparing himself for death.

But just then, a hand suddenly appeared, the back of the hand touching his cheek, firmly blocking his way.

That hand was exceptionally fair and delicate, without any of the rough calluses of someone who had trained in martial arts. Instead, it was as fair and clean as a woman's hand, yet it was a size larger than an ordinary man's hand.

The back of his hand was less than half an inch from the tip of his nose.

The next second, the hook-nosed man's elbow slammed heavily into the hand.

"Bam—!"

The sound was deafening, and a strong wind leaked through the palms, whistling and hitting Erzhu's face, making his hair messy.

Erzhu involuntarily closed his eyes, thinking to himself that if he hit him, both his hand and his face would probably be shattered.

But after the noise, only the strong wind still hit my face; there was no excruciating pain as I had expected, nor the sound of bones breaking.

The hand remained motionless, half an inch away from the tip of his nose.
Erzhu suddenly opened his eyes and instinctively took a few steps back before he could see the person who had come in.

He was a young man with a handsome face, wearing a blue long robe and a tall and straight posture. Most notably, he had long hair and did not wear a braid.

"Mr. Chen?" Erzhu's voice was filled with undisguised shock.

He had never met Chen Zhan, but he had heard descriptions of him before. Although there were no photos of him in the newspapers, his appearance was described in detail.

Chen Zhan gently supported the hook-nosed man's elbow with his left hand, his face expressionless, as if the hidden force from the other party did not even cause him the slightest pain.

He looked up at the man with the hooked nose, his tone calm but with a hint of amusement: "Korean Bajiquan? You're a foreigner, yet you've mastered Bajiquan quite well. Interesting."

The hook-nosed man's expression changed drastically. He could clearly feel that his full-force elbow strike had been effortlessly blocked by the other party.

The opponent's strength was as deep as the sea, something he simply couldn't contend with.

This is a top-tier master!
He subconsciously took two steps back, moving closer to the four police officers, his eyes fixed on Chen Zhan warily, his whole body tense.

The four police officers reacted quickly, raising their guns again, the dark muzzles pointing directly at Chen Zhan.

"Your skill is excellent."

The hook-nosed man said in a deep voice, his previous arrogance gone, replaced by a hint of apprehension, "It seems you're also involved with the 'Flying Thieves,' aren't you?"

Last night, the Swire Trading Company was robbed and the consulate was bombed. Foreigners privately refer to the perpetrators as "flying thieves."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhan was slightly surprised and raised an eyebrow: "Flying Thief? Is that the name given to me?"

"Chief Luo Ze, should we fire?"

A Chinese police officer behind him asked in a low voice.

The man with the hooked nose was named Luo Ze, a second-level police sergeant in the British concession, and his Bajiquan skills were superb.

Luo Ze's gaze was fixed on Chen Zhan, and he quickly weighed his options in his mind.

Should we open fire directly and take down the opponent by outnumbering them, or should we test their skills and see what kind of expert they really are?

The hesitation lasted only a moment. Upon hearing Chen Zhan's words, "The name you gave me," he instantly made up his mind.

"Find an opportunity," Luo Ze said in a low voice, about to order the police to fire, but before he could finish speaking, the scene before him made his pupils shrink.

Chen Zhan's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a shallow pit under his feet.
Those were the marks left by his feet when he exerted force.

In the next instant, less than a third of a second, Chen Zhan appeared in front of Luo Ze, a hand slapping towards his face.

It's still a direct strike!
The move was exactly the same as the one Erzhu had used earlier, but the feeling it gave Luo Ze was completely different.

Chen Zhan's palm strike, seemingly calm, was like a net that completely enveloped him.

There's no way to block it, and no way to dodge it.

Luo Ze's thoughts couldn't even keep up with Chen Zhan's palm speed; his mind went blank, and he could only subconsciously raise his hand to block.

"Oh!"

With a muffled thud, Chen Zhan's palm seemed to gently press on Luo Ze's face, without any trace of exertion.

The next second, a terrifying cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded, his facial features were shattered by the force of the palm strike, and blood mist drenched the surrounding patrolmen.

The four police officers stood frozen in place, guns in hand, eyes glazed over, their faces etched with fear. (End of Chapter)