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

In the center of the rain, Yin Fu assumed the starting stance of Baguazhang, his body radiating energy with fluidity and ease.

Chen Zhan watched his moves, a smile playing on his lips.

He also practices Baguazhang, but it's the Cheng style Baguazhang.

The Cheng School and the Yin School are known in later generations as the two major branches of Baguazhang.

In this day and age, Cheng Tinghua and Yin Fu have made a name for themselves in the martial arts world, and their Bagua skills have developed in different directions.

Cheng Tinghua's style leans towards expansive and grand, while Yin Fu's style emphasizes compactness and agility; neither has yet established their own school of thought.

Although mutual dislike gradually grew between the two, and they often clashed in the martial arts world, their open and covert struggles never ceased.

However, in name, they still addressed each other as fellow disciples and all considered themselves to be Dong Haichuan's disciples.

In terms of seniority, Yin Fu is the eldest brother.

However, this superficial harmony has long been dead, and a complete break between the two is not far off.

Without further hesitation, Chen Zhan unleashed his Bagua Steps, moving with bold and powerful strides in the rain. His figure weaved through the dense curtain of raindrops, carrying a surge of immense energy as he charged straight toward Yin Fu.

Yin Fu's gaze sharpened, and he instantly recognized the style of the footwork. He exclaimed in surprise, "You're a member of the Bagua School? I don't recognize you!"

As he spoke, Yin Fu took a half step back, his body suddenly turning to the side like a gentle breeze swaying a willow, precisely dodging Chen Zhan's single palm strike.

The wind from his palm brushed past his clothes, bringing with it a string of raindrops that splashed onto the ground, creating tiny water droplets.

Chen Zhan's Baguazhang is graceful and expansive, powerful and forceful. His movements are fluid and intricate, and every move exudes an aura of dominance over the world.

He was the culmination of the Cheng School of Bagua in later generations, and some of his moves are still not fully understood even by Cheng Tinghua today.

Yin Fu's Yin-style Bagua is completely different; it is compact and small, with steady steps and agile hands, cold and crisp movements, and is based on the piercing palm technique.

Yin Fu was most adept at maneuvering and maneuvering within a small space, using the opponent's force against them, and killing without leaving a trace.

In the instant Chen Zhan's single palm strike passed by, a glint flashed in Yin Fu's eyes. He crossed his palms, his left palm passing through his right, using his right palm as cover. His fingertips sharpened, and like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, he pierced straight through Chen Zhan's ribs.

This palm strike was swift and precise, with its power contained within.

If it's solid, it's like being stabbed hard by a big spear; the internal organs will definitely shatter.

Faced with this fatal blow, Chen Zhan neither dodged nor blocked, but simply turned slightly to the side and pressed down on Yin Fu's wrist with one hand.

This is a deal that seems like a huge loss.

A normal person would definitely try to block this attack with all their might. If they chose to press down on Yin Fu's wrist, even if they could cripple one of Yin Fu's hands, their own ribs would be pierced, and the force would churn their internal organs, inevitably leading to death.

But Chen Zhan was confident.

With his mastery of the Core Formation stage, his physical body had already been tempered to its limit. Yin Fu's piercing palm strike might kill all the martial arts masters in the world, but it would never pierce him.

Yin Fu was a suspicious person, and he had great confidence in his own judgment.

Seeing Chen Zhan's arrogance, he immediately became suspicious, and his fingertips were about to touch three inches below Chen Zhan's ribs.

Suddenly changed direction.

With a flick of his wrist, he slashed upwards at Chen Zhan's wrist as it pressed down, the force ruthless, intending to sever Chen Zhan's hand.

"Snapped--!"

In the rain, two powerful energies suddenly collided. After a crisp sound, the surrounding rainwater was blasted apart by the energy, scattering like shattered jade.

Raindrops pounded hard on Yin Fu's sleeves, soaking large patches of fabric.

In this exchange, Yin Fu lost by half a point.

If he hadn't withdrawn his hand quickly enough, his wrist would probably have been broken by Chen Zhan. Even so, his arm still felt numb and painful, and the energy in his body was slightly disordered.

Chen Zhan stood quietly in the rain: "Slender Yin lives up to his reputation, excellent skill. However, today, the Yin school of Bagua is about to be lost. I hope Gong Baotian can fully inherit your true teachings..."

Judging by his current age, Gong Baotian is only in his twenties. A few years ago, he delivered rice to Prince Yi's mansion and met Dong Haichuan by chance.

However, when Dong Haichuan was on his deathbed, he made an exception and accepted Gong Baotian as his disciple, entrusting Yin Fu to pass on his skills.

Chen Zhan wondered to himself if Yin Fu had passed on his true skills to Gong Baotian over the past few years.

If not, the Gong family's Bagua, which would later dominate Northeast China, would probably be cut off.

Yin Fu's face darkened, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you?"

These things, while not exactly secrets, are not things that ordinary people would know.

Moreover, Chen Zhan's skill level... even Cheng Tinghua would have a hard time with him.
The more he looked at Chen Zhan, the deeper his doubts became.

Chen Zhan did not answer, but stood quietly in the rain, his body slightly tilted.

He could clearly feel the cold gazes coming from all directions, as well as the chilling gun barrels hidden in the shadows.

This forced him to be on guard, preventing him from going all out.

"That's fine too."

Chen Zhan muttered to himself, his tone tinged with anticipation, "It's been too long since I've given it my all. I wonder if the famous Thin Yin can put some pressure on me. Perhaps I can improve my boxing skills even further."

He completely ignored Yin Fu's questioning, as if the other party did not exist at all.

Yin Fu, who had always been proud, had never been so disrespected. At this moment, he revealed a rare hint of anger and said "Good, good" twice.

The rain grew heavier, with large raindrops hitting the ground and splashing up countless droplets, blurring the view.

Chen Zhan and Yin Fu stood quietly in the middle of the rain, the atmosphere growing increasingly tense.

Yin Fu took a deep breath and made another move.

With toes curled inward, he took small, quick steps, his movements seemingly nimble yet incredibly fast. He moved swiftly, following the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) footwork, his movements as agile as a ghost.

In addition, Yin Fu was thin, frail, and short, making him seem to blend into the rain and darkness.

With a flash, he instantly stabbed Chen Zhan's side, so fast that no one could see his trajectory.

With this strike, he fully demonstrated the five key principles of Yin School Bagua: coldness, elasticity, crispness, speed, and hardness.

Charles, who was watching from a distance, narrowed his eyes. Even though he was a big fan of Chinese martial arts and had seen many top boxers, he still couldn't see how Yin Fu crossed several meters and appeared next to Chen Zhan in an instant.

Moreover, every movement and step Yin Fu took was preparation for his subsequent exertion.

The moment he regained his footing, he unleashed the Double Palm Strike again, a move that is also a signature technique of the Yin School of Bagua.

Ox Tongue Palm, also known as Snake Head Palm or Sword Palm.

Yin Fu's four fingers are together, his thumb is tucked in, his palms are pointing forward, his palms are hollow, and the back of his hands forms a tile-like shape, with the tiger's mouth side as the top, and his palm shape resembles a cow's tongue sticking out.

When the cow tongue rolls grass, it moves extremely fast, and can roll away the grass in a single stretch and contraction.

This move draws on this imagery.

The palm strike was swift, powerful, and fierce, aimed directly at Chen Zhan's ear.

The ear is a vital organ; if struck, it can cause fainting or even skull fracture and death on the spot.

Yin Fu's attack was clearly intended to kill.

With his eyes closed, Chen Zhan was able to pinpoint Yin Fu's movements precisely by listening to the sounds.

Although the raindrops were large and the noisy rain seemed to disrupt his judgment, it was of no use to him.

As soon as Yin Fu's palm struck out, Chen Zhan stepped back half a step to the side, precisely dodging the attack. The two were only half an inch apart.

Yin Fu's palm grazed Chen Zhan's earlobe, bringing with it a chilling sensation.

Ox-tongue currant, not a match.

A hint of surprise flashed in Yin Fu's eyes, "He actually missed."

But he didn't stop. With a flick of his wrist, his Ox Tongue Palm shot out again, as fast as lightning, aiming straight for Chen Zhan's ear.

Still half an inch off.

Chen Zhan always took a half-step back to the side, each time perfectly timed. Each time, Yin Fu's ox-tongue palm strike was just half an inch away from hitting his ear.

He retreated again and again, taking five steps back in a row. Yin Fu unleashed five palm strikes in succession, each one with all his might, yet he always missed by the slightest margin.

After the second strike, his strength waned; after the third, it was exhausted. After five strikes, the energy within him had dissipated, and his power had weakened considerably.

Just as Yin Fu's breathing became disordered, Chen Zhan finally launched a counterattack.

He raised his shoulder and braced his arm like an iron whip, striking Yin Fu's left arm hard. He took a step with a firm, steady gait.

He moved like a dragon and turned like a monkey, his figure flashing as he instantly moved to Yin Fu's side.

With a swift strike, the thumb extends outward, the index finger rises, the tiger's mouth is rounded and spread, the four fingers are slightly gathered, the palm is tucked in, and the heel of the palm pushes forward.

The back of the hand is shaped like a tile, the palm faces forward, the palm is full and powerful, and the fingers are spread apart.

This is a signature move of the Cheng School of Bagua, called "Dragon Claw Palm," also known as the "Stabilizing Palm."

With a single palm strike, he seemed to establish the world's dominance; his power was immense and unstoppable.

This contrasts sharply with the compact and small design of the Yin School of Bagua.

Yin Fu's reaction was also incredibly fast; he was most adept at maneuvering and dodging within a small space.

However, they dared not be as skilled and daring as Chen Zhan.

Only leave half an inch of space.

That requires a lot of confidence...

He turned and sidestepped to avoid it.

But Chen Zhan was naturally not going to give up so easily.

The Dragon Claw Palm instantly changes form, shifting from grabbing the wind to changing its style. The movements are like an eagle spreading its wings, or a monkey trying to catch the moon in the sea. With a flick of the arm, it sweeps across the sky.

With his long arms and heavy strength, Yin Fu was small and thin, and his stride was short, so he didn't have time to completely dodge.

With this sweep, the force burst forth in mid-air, instantly scattering the surrounding rain curtain, followed by a crisp "rip—!" sound.

Yin Fu's black brocade robe was torn open by the force of the energy, leaving four large holes.

A large chunk of flesh was scraped off Chen Zhan's chest by his powerful energy, and blood gushed out instantly, staining his clothes red. Many pieces of flesh were thrown to the ground by the energy, mixing with the rainwater.

"you……"

Yin Fu clutched his chest, trembling with pain, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Chen Zhan showed no intention of talking. He moved forward again, his Bagua Palm technique was wide and powerful, and his fist was as heavy as Mount Tai pressing down, smashing fiercely towards Yin Fu.

Yin Fu was only one step away from the Core Formation Realm, but that one step made all the difference.

Faced with Chen Zhan's fierce attack, Yin Fu could only barely defend himself, retreating repeatedly in grave danger. He suffered several more wounds, each one deep enough to expose the bone, and the blood stained his clothes and the rainwater beneath his feet.

Within just a few moves, Yin Fu was already in a sorry state, his breathing was disordered, and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth. He had lost all his previous arrogance and composure.

"Snapped!"

A gunshot shattered the duel in the rain.

Charles couldn't stand it anymore; Chen Zhan's martial arts skills were simply exaggerated to the extreme.

He was also a person who was obsessed with Chinese martial arts and had seen many top boxing masters. Yin Fu's kung fu was enough to surprise him.

Chen Zhan far exceeded his expectations.

Yin Fu was in Chen Zhan's hands and couldn't even get a glimpse of the emperor. Was this the Qing court's imperial tutor?

Are these the top experts in the Imperial Palace?

Is it really true that there are hidden masters among ordinary people?

The moment the gun was fired, Chen Zhan's ears twitched slightly; he was already prepared.

A sharp pain shot through his back, and he jerked to the side, dodging the shot.

The bullet grazed his raincoat and struck the wall behind him.

"Holy crap?"

Charles's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but swear, "You can dodge that?!"

At this distance, the bullet travels at extremely high speeds; it would be understandable if one was prepared.

But Chen Zhan was still dealing with Yin Fu's relentless attacks.
Chen Zhan turned his gaze back, his eyes like sharp blades, piercing straight at Charles, who was a hundred meters away.

Charles felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason, and a strong sense of crisis instantly swept over him.

How could the other party pose such a strong threat at this distance?

How can this be?

He was only stunned for a moment, because Chen Zhan had already turned around and faced Yin Fu, who was taking the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, and he took a direct hit from him.

"Bam—!"

The two powerful energies collided, and with a loud bang, Yin Fu was sent flying several meters away by Chen Zhan's palm strike, like a kite with a broken string.
"You... how could you possibly have a golden elixir at your age?"

Yin Fu was filled with shock and anger, and had completely lost his will to fight. He only wanted to escape from here immediately.

There may be masters of the Elixir of Immortality in Tianjin, but they are all very old men, in their eighties or nineties. He might not be unable to deal with them.

Moreover, he was under imperial orders, so those old fogies didn't dare to easily lay a hand on him.

For Chen Zhan to have already successfully formed the Golden Core at such a young age is simply unbelievable and defies the common sense of the martial arts world.

The realm of "Baodan" (抱丹) represents the pinnacle of martial arts. Throughout history, very few people have succeeded in achieving this before the age of thirty; they are practically as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Chen Zhan gave him no chance to escape.

Yin Fu struggled to get up and fled in Charles's direction.

"Leaving is impossible."

"Today, you will die, he will die, and the one who fired the shot will die too."

Before he could finish speaking, a barrage of gunfire erupted again, not just one shot, but dozens of shots fired simultaneously, bullets raining down on Chen Zhan.

In an instant, all the fur on Chen Zhan's body stood on end and tightened, a strong sense of crisis instantly sweeping over his entire body.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time; a fleeting fear crossed his mind, only to be instantly replaced by excitement.

He held nothing back, channeling all his strength into his dantian, transforming it into a condensed flesh pill.

"Bam—!"

The fleshy pill throbbed violently within the dantian, unleashing an immense force that spread along the meridians to every part of the body.

"boom!"

Chen Zhan suddenly exerted force with his feet, and the bluestone beneath his feet was instantly crushed. The bluestone behind him was also shattered by the force of the energy, breaking into dozens of pieces that flew all around.

Unleashing its full power.

No longer bound by Baguazhang, his movements were as agile as a monkey leaping across a stream, dodging back and forth on the street.

In just a few breaths, he caught up with Yin Fu, who was trying to escape.

"I'll only throw one punch."

Chen Zhan looked down at him and said, "If this punch doesn't kill you, I'll let you go."

Without giving Yin Fu time to react, he unleashed his inner energy once more, and the dragon in his spine began to surge, accompanied by a series of cracking sounds.

The giant dragon bone seemed to come alive, wanting to break free of its restraints and soar into the sky.

Chen Zhan spread his feet apart, took a half step forward, and lowered his body slightly. All the energy in his body was concentrated on his right fist, and the wind from his fist howled, stirring up the surrounding rain.

A powerful pressure spread out.

The wrath of Heaven is unpredictable; the wrath of Heaven descends!
"Half-step collapse!" (End of Chapter)