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

As soon as Chen Zhan finished speaking, the inner energy he had been holding back suddenly exploded, and his originally steady figure suddenly turned into a faint shadow, so fast that only a blur remained.

As soon as Lian Shanyue's gaze swept towards the two martial arts schools, before he could even focus and see the changes in everyone's expressions, a shrill scream erupted from the Crane Martial Hall's camp.

Shouts instantly blended into one, the clatter of clashing weapons, the muffled thud of breaking bones, the hurried footsteps of disciples mingled with the patter of rain, shattering the deathly silence of the Black and White Pawnshop's backyard.

The stench of blood spread with the wind and rain.

Ye Qing, who had just delivered the final blow, didn't even have a moment to react. He only felt a blur before his eyes and a strong wind rushing towards him.

Chen Zhan had already closed in to within three feet of him.

He hurriedly crossed his arms to block, but the White Crane Fist's protective stance was only halfway in place, and the force had not yet penetrated his arms, when Chen Zhan's palm wind struck first, so fast that he could not see the trajectory.

The first palm strike went straight for his arm joints, unleashing a burst of power. A crisp sound rang out instantly, and Ye Qing's hand defenses were forcibly broken. His wrist bones cracked inch by inch, and his arms fell limply to the ground.

Before he could cry out in pain, a second palm strike followed, its power concentrated in the palm, slamming into the center of his chest.

This palm strike, imbued with the power of internal energy, directly shattered Ye Qing's internal organs and meridians. He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the earthen wall.

Dust fell in a flurry, and blood gushed out.

Blood trickled down the wall, forming a blood trail. Upon landing, his limbs went limp, his chest stopped rising and falling, and he stopped breathing instantly.

A master of internal strength who had cultivated for many years and was well-known in the martial arts world of Tianjin was completely defeated by Chen Zhan after only two short moves.

The gunmen lying in ambush on the backyard wall only had time to fire a hasty round of bullets, which were all dodged by Chen Zhan's ghostly movements.

Chen Zhan was like a vengeful ghost in the misty rain, his figure elusive and unpredictable. He used the Bagua Walking Step to charge straight into the crowd of Crane Martial Hall, and the originally orderly formation instantly fell into chaos.

The disciples panicked and fled in all directions, fearing that they would be targeted by this evil spirit.

Meng Zhenshan's eyes darted around, staring intently at the scene of the battle before him. Ye Qing lay dead a few steps in front of him, blood splattering at his feet. He had already planned his escape route.

Although Chen Zhan did not explicitly say that he would let him and Wuji Pavilion go, the tacit understanding between them during the Three Cuts and Six Holes incident had already made his attitude clear.

As long as Wuji Pavilion doesn't initiate a fight, they can escape unscathed.

The young disciples behind Meng Zhenshan, hot-blooded and driven to madness by the scene, were about to rush forward to fight when they saw Chen Zhan unleashing a massacre.

Meng Zhenshan suddenly grabbed him by the back of his collar and kicked him hard in the abdomen, sending him staggering back several steps.

"If you don't want to live, then go die yourself. Don't drag the entire Wuji Pavilion down with you!"

A roar silenced the disciples, and no one dared to step forward rashly.

Meng Zhenshan stepped forward, blocking the path of his disciples. His figure moved steadily through the rain, and he took two steps forward to meet Chen Zhan, assuming a fighting stance.

The moment their eyes met, Meng Zhenshan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his blood and qi seemed to stagnate.

But he wasn't there for a real fight; he just wanted to put on a show for the canal gang and the foreigners in the shadows, to save face for Wuji Pavilion and prevent the foreigners from settling scores with him later.

"I'll test your strength!"

Meng Zhenshan roared and gathered a mountain-splitting force in his palm, slashing at Chen Zhan in mid-air. The palm wind howled, seemingly fierce and unparalleled, but in reality, he only used three-tenths of his strength, leaving the remaining seven-tenths as reserve.

The rain and smoke obscured the view, making it impossible for onlookers to see what was going on; they simply assumed he was going all out.

Chen Zhan understood immediately, raising his hand to block and parry. His moves appeared fierce and forceful, but he also reduced most of his strength in his punch, which landed precisely on Meng Zhenshan's shoulder.

This way, you give the other party enough face without resorting to violence.

Two soft "click" sounds.

Even with only 20-30% of his strength, Meng Zhenshan couldn't have escaped unscathed.

He used the momentum to his advantage, flying backward and crashing into the crowd of Wuji Hall disciples. After landing, he braced himself with one hand, grimacing as if he were seriously injured and unable to stand, putting on a very convincing performance.

"go!"

Meng Zhenshan let out a low shout, his voice carrying a deliberately feigned weakness. His disciples rushed forward to support him, and they hurriedly fled out through the side door of the pawnshop.

They disappeared in a moment, completely escaping this deadly situation.

Chen Zhan didn't pursue the matter, nor did he care whether the foreigners would investigate Wuji Pavilion later.

In chaotic times, those in the martial arts world are simply trying to survive.

Even if he didn't cause trouble in Tianjin, the foreigners wouldn't stay put. These invaders weren't there to do business; they were there to carve up and encroach on our territory.

The struggles of those in the martial arts world are merely a desperate attempt to survive in chaotic times; further discussion is pointless.

The gunpowder smoke from the backyard gradually dissipated, and the rain washed away the bloody smell in the air.

Chen Heting watched helplessly as his eldest disciple, whom he had raised, died tragically on the spot. His eyes turned bloodshot, his anger surged, and his blood and qi churned.

He stepped in front of Chen Zhan, firmly planted his feet in a horse stance, and steadily established the authentic White Crane Fist posture. With a twist of his waist, he threw a punch straight at Chen Zhan's face, the force of the punch carrying the compact and fierce characteristics of Southern Fist.

Yongchun White Crane Fist is a treasure of Southern Fist, with a history of nearly three hundred years and a profound foundation.

It is also the mother fist of many subsequent branches such as Zonghe, Feihe, Minghe, and Shihe. It has a wide range of moves, agile movements, and emphasizes using softness to overcome hardness and skill to break through force.

Chen Heting was able to gain a foothold in Tianjin because of his pure White Crane Transformation Force, which combines the principles of emptiness and fullness, and the interplay of swallowing and spitting out.

Once the punch is thrown, the power flows through the entire body.

Chen Zhan raised his eyes slightly, choosing not to fight head-on. He raised his hand to receive a punch, then took two steps back, skillfully deflecting the opponent's punch and avoiding a direct confrontation with the Southern style of close combat.

Seeing Chen Zhan retreat, Chen Heting assumed that the other party was wary of his boxing skills, so he immediately pressed on relentlessly, unleashing the essence of the Thirteen Forms of White Crane Fist, combined with the Southern Branch Short Strike and Sticky Hand Grappling Technique, pressing forward with each move in a continuous barrage.

His boxing style brings agility, skill, stickiness, and changeability to the extreme. His movements are as graceful and agile as a crane, and his strikes are fast and accurate, targeting weak points such as joints and vital organs.

This style of boxing is precisely the counter to the wide, sweeping movements and powerful long punches of Northern boxing.

Chen Zhan remained calm and composed, constantly keeping an eye on his surroundings as he retreated, listening to every sound and guarding against the ruthless underhanded tactics of the Canal Gang.

As expected, Ji Qian seized the opportunity on the other side and secretly waved his hand to signal. The Cao Gang disciples next to him immediately took out poison needle blowpipes, exerted force with their fingertips, and several black-glowing poison needles pierced through the rain and shot straight at Chen Zhan's major acupoints and vital points. The move was extremely vicious.

At this moment, Chen Zhan was fully focused, his perception covering the entire area. His entire body was extremely sharp, and he could hear every subtle sound, from the rustling of grass to the rise and fall of breaths and the whistling of hidden weapons.

The subtle whistling of the poison needle piercing the air was imperceptible to ordinary people, but it was crystal clear to him, like a thunderclap beside him.

Chen Zhan swayed slightly, dodging to the side at an angle that defied human logic. He twisted his waist and hips, shifting his body by half an inch. The poisoned needles grazed the hem of his clothes and landed on the Crane Martial Hall disciples beside him.

The disciple who was hit by the needle trembled all over, his face instantly turned black and purple, his body swayed and fell to the ground, twitched a few times and then stopped breathing, which showed how potent the poison was, killing on contact with blood.

"Ji Qian! Don't you dare use poison needles again!"

Upon seeing this, Chen Heting roared angrily, his eyes wide open, trembling with rage.

He wasn't concerned about the underhanded tactics of the Canal Gang, but rather that the backyard was a cramped space. Chen Zhan's exceptional agility allowed him to easily dodge the attacks, while his disciples lacked the cultivation to evade these indiscriminate hidden weapons.

In a short time, two more people died tragically from the poisoned needles, resulting in heavy losses.

Ji Qian's face darkened, knowing that if he made another move, Chen Heting would become hostile. He immediately turned to Lian Shanyue: "If we can't take him down today, at least half of our canal transport business will be ruined. The foreigners have already discussed with the court the change of canal transport to sea transport, and our canal transport business has already plummeted. If there is another upheaval, neither of us can afford the consequences!"

Unable to directly command Lian Shanyue, who was the adopted son of the Grand Canal Commissioner, he could only exert pressure by threatening the life and death of the entire canal gang.

Lian Shanyue remained silent for a moment, his expression shifting between light and dark. Finally, he slowly nodded, pushed off with his feet, and shot forward, rushing towards Chen Zhan.

They planned to join forces with Chen Heting to attack Chen Zhan from both sides and break the current deadlock.

Chen Zhan dodged the poison needles, no longer holding back or retreating. He instantly unfolded the Bajiquan Small Frame, rooted himself in the Wuji Style to stabilize his body, and accumulated energy in the Liangyi Stance. He then launched a series of attacks with his left and right hands, closing in and using the technique of short-range punches.

Bajiquan Xiaojia is a short-range fighting technique, characterized by its powerful and compact movements, with explosive power that can be delivered within a small space.

Both are short-range boxing styles, but they are precisely the kind of agile and sticky techniques that can counter the White Crane Fist, using hardness to overcome skill.

Chen Heting's short-range fighting style clashed with his opponent's for a few moves, and he was immediately forced to retreat repeatedly by the inch force, his fist stance almost falling apart and his arm going numb.

Chen Zhan didn't chase after Chen Heting to fight. Instead, he suddenly turned around, raised his knee and elbow, and smashed out with a powerful elbow strike to the center of the body.

The elbow does not extend beyond the shoulder; the entire force is concentrated at one point, aimed directly at Lian Shanyue's vulnerable side.

Lian Shanyue dared not be negligent. He struck out with both palms, softening the force of his palms, trying to use the soft force of Tai Chi to dissipate Chen Zhan's elbow strike and use the force to deflect the opponent's force.

He could easily neutralize an ordinary martial artist's elbow strike with a simple parry, block, turn, and deflect.

However, he was facing a cultivator at the Core Formation Realm, Chen Zhan.

Embracing the Dan and sitting on the hips is a way to fully concentrate and condense one's Qi, blood, strength, spirit, and will, achieving a life level where everything is in harmony and effortless.

This is no longer simply a matter of skill level or depth of power; it is a crushing defeat on a matter of life level.

This is also the source of Chen Zhan's confidence in remaining calm and composed despite being stabbed multiple times and surrounded by muskets and several masters of internal energy.

The moment Lian Shanyue's palm touched the elbow strike, his expression changed drastically, and his pupils contracted sharply.

That elbow strike was impossible to block or neutralize.

He hurriedly put his hands together to block, gritting his teeth and channeling all his strength, but the next second, a piercing "crackling" sound of bones breaking rang out, several fingers snapped instantly, and excruciating pain shot straight to his brain, cold sweat instantly soaking through his clothes.

Chen Zhan pressed his advantage relentlessly. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Chen Heting not only did not come forward to join the attack, but deliberately took a half step back, creating space for them to fight.

Clearly, Chen Heting harbored resentment towards Ji Qian for the poisoned needle attack that killed his disciple, so he simply stood by and watched the two tigers fight.

Chen Zhan smiled faintly and said calmly, "Even if you join forces, you might not last ten moves against me. It's foolish of you to be scheming against each other."

Upon hearing this, Chen Heting's expression changed drastically. He instantly realized he had made a mistake, and regret welled up in his heart.

He gave up not just a moment to catch his breath, but the life of Lian Shanyue.

At this moment, it was too late to step forward and salvage the situation; the battle was already decided.

With a single elbow strike, Chen Zhan opened and closed his hands, pressing and thrusting, executing the "Subduing Dragon and Tiger" stance from the Bajiquan small frame.

The force of the punch was fierce and unparalleled, directly targeting Lian Shanyue's vital points.

Lian Shanyue's finger was broken, and he was in excruciating pain, but he dared not be distracted in the slightest. Chen Zhan's offensive was too fierce and too rapid, like a storm, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

Chen Zhan's internal energy was fully activated, his blood and qi were boiling like magma, and his skin turned bright red, like a red-hot iron pot.

All the power was contained within the body, not a single bit was released, and the explosive force reached its peak.

"boom!"

Chen Zhan changed his grappling techniques with both arms, and the clothes on his upper arms were blown apart by the sudden surge of force, with strips of cloth flying everywhere. His bright red arms were particularly conspicuous in the rain, with bulging veins.

A strong sense of death welled up in Lian Shanyue's heart, and his whole body went cold.

If you can't catch this move, you're sure to die.

In the face of life and death, he disregarded his broken fingers and excruciating pain, raised his arms to the sky, clenched his fists tightly, and broke his bones protruded from his flesh, bleeding profusely.

"Damn it, come help me!"

He roared, intending to use his external martial arts skills to withstand the blow head-on.

At the same time, they called out to Chen Heting and the other members of the Caobang (Grass Canal Gang).

Ji Qian had no intention of harming Lian Shanyue, but after only two exchanges, he hadn't realized the danger until the next moment when they were facing a life-or-death crisis.

He didn't even have time to call on the people around him to help.

Because even the mountains' resistance is futile.

The moment their palms made contact, Lian Shanyue's arm crumbled instantly. Chen Zhan's grappling technique, seemingly a hand lock, actually concealed a ferocious and unstoppable tiger-like attack, fierce and invincible.

His forearm snapped instantly, like two straws breaking off completely from his upper arm, and he was sent flying.

"what!"

A piercing scream echoed through the backyard, making everyone's eardrums ache.

But this is not the final killing move.

Chen Zhan's eyes were cold and showed no mercy. He crossed his arms and gripped Lian Shanyue's neck like iron clamps, using the ruthless Tiger Demon Neck-Piercing Technique. He twisted the neck from side to side, the force penetrating through the neck bones.

"Click".

A crisp sound of neck bones breaking rang out, and Lian Shanyue's screams came to an abrupt halt, his head tilting to one side at an eerie angle.

Chen Zhan showed no mercy.

Lian Shanyue had the air of a martial artist, and he was somewhat disdainful of Ji Qian's various threatening tactics, but that was all.

Chen Zhan didn't care what Lian Shanyue thought; he had done it, and that was that.

After only three moves, Lian Shanyue was dead.

As soon as Chen Heting reached him, Chen Zhan raised his eyes slightly, took two steps back, and inhaled deeply as he retreated to dodge.

The breath gathers in the mouth.

Dodging another short punch, "Shoot—!"

As if speaking the truth, Chen Zhan unleashed a beam of white light that pierced Chen Heting's brow.

Chen Heting never expected such a move. Seeing Chen Zhan spit out a flying sword, a white light shooting out, he was immediately hit.

He was so frightened that he could only close his eyes, a burst of energy exploding on his face.

He was so dizzy and disoriented from the frying.

By the time he realized it wasn't a flying sword, but merely an aura, it was too late. (End of Chapter)