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

Almost at the same moment, a gust of wind came from the direction of the main entrance of the main hall.

Yan Chongfeng flipped out of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, fell vertically along the outer wall, lightly touched the Roman column in the first-floor porch with his toes, and used the momentum to move sideways, his figure floating into the main hall from the direction of the main entrance.

His landing was much lighter than He Zhongming's; his feet made almost no sound when they touched the ground, showcasing the lightness and agility of Tongbei Quan.

After landing, he retreated to a position five steps inside the main gate, slightly raised his left arm with his fingertips pointing forward, and his right arm hung naturally at his side. He calmly and quietly assumed the starting stance of Tongbei Quan.

The three stood still, ready to clash at any moment.

The main hall is over ten zhang long and wide, with a ceiling over three zhang high. A crystal chandelier hangs in the center, and the floor is made of a single piece of white marble, polished smooth as a mirror.

On the left is the reception area and archives, and on the right is the duty room and armory, with rows of rifles stacked behind the iron fence.

He Zhongming stood on the stairs, blocking the route to the second floor.

Yan Chongfeng stood at the main entrance, blocking the route to the outside.

Chen Zhan stood in the middle.

He Zhongming didn't say anything more, but took a chicken-like step and charged forward again.

This time it's not Hupu, it's "Eagle Catch".

The twelve forms of the Mind are ranked third, with the Eagle Form being the third.

The eagle seizes the momentum of a hawk pouncing on a rabbit, its body rising and falling high, its hands slashing down from above its head, its ten fingers like hooks, specifically grabbing the head, face, shoulders and neck, the force striking down from above is sharper than a tiger's pounce.

As he charged forward, his body suddenly rose higher, his toes pushing off the ground, and he leaped half a zhang into the air, raising his arms high above his head with his fingers pointing downwards, aiming to strike down at Chen Zhan's head.

With its full weight and the profound strength of a peak-level expert, if this grab were to land, it could shatter one's skull.

Chen Zhan stepped out with the swinging step of Baguazhang, shifting his body to the side to avoid the landing point of the eagle's claw.

He Zhongming slammed his ten fingers onto the marble floor with a crisp "crack," leaving five deep scratches, sending fragments of stone flying and white stone dust billowing out.

The moment Chen Zhan moved to the side, a gust of wind came from behind him.

Yan Chongfeng made his move.

He didn't move his feet, but stood two steps away. His right arm suddenly swung out from its hanging position, stretching the entire arm to its limit. His fingertips, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, slashed towards the back of Chen Zhan's head.

The essence of Tongbi Pigua lies in this one strike.

The starting point for generating power is in the waist and spine. The spine is like a drawn bow. The force originates from the Mingmen acupoint, is transmitted segment by segment along the spine, passes through the shoulder, elbow, and wrist, and finally reaches the fingertips.

The entire arm is like a whip, with five fingers at the tip. The speed increases layer by layer during the transmission, reaching an alarming speed by the time it reaches the fingertips.

Two steps is a distance that ordinary people cannot reach, but Tongbei Quan (a martial arts style) can.

Yan Chongfeng's arm span was already several inches longer than that of an average person. With the extension and lengthening of the Tongbi Jin (a type of internal energy cultivation technique), an attack distance of more than two steps was more than enough for him.

Chen Zhan felt the strong wind approaching from the back of his head. His body suddenly sank down while he was shifting sideways, and his back arched. Yan Chongfeng's fingertips brushed past the ends of his hair and cut off a few stray hairs.

It was less than half an inch off.

As Chen Zhan's body sank, his palms changed position, with his left hand parrying horizontally behind him.

In the Tai Chi Chuan movement "Wild Horse Parts Its Mane", the palm is placed against the outside of Yan Chongfeng's forearm, and the force of the chopping motion is deflected outwards.

At the same time, his right hand stretched forward, using the "Drilling Fist" of Xingyi Quan, the fist rotating and drilling upwards, aiming straight for He Zhongming's face, who had not yet finished his move.

The Drill Fist uses a spiraling force; the fist rotates continuously as it moves forward, and the force is like a drill bit twisting into the target, making it extremely effective at breaking through defenses.

He Zhongming had just gotten up from his eagle-like stance, and before his hands could even return to their original positions, he saw a fist coming straight for his face. He quickly turned his head, and the force of the punch grazed past his ear.

The fist slammed into the wall behind him, and with a loud "bang," a section of the wall plaster exploded.

One defends, one attacks; one goes forward, one goes back. The three met for the first time in the center of the main hall.

No one gained an advantage, and no one suffered a loss.

He Zhongming took a step back, firmly planted his feet again, and prepared for the horse stance of Xinyi Liuhe Quan.

With legs slightly bent and body slightly turned to the side, the weight is on the back leg, and the front leg lightly touches the ground, ready to launch at any moment.

Yan Chongfeng also took a step back, his arm, which had been deflected by Chen Zhan's Wild Horse Mane move, was pulled back. He readjusted his stance, his eyes darting around as he remeasured the distance between the three of them.

Chen Zhan stood still, neither retreating nor advancing, slowly withdrawing his hands and placing them on his waist, palms facing down.

"The two of you worked together very well."

He spoke, his tone indifferent, as if he were just having a casual conversation.

Neither He Zhongming nor Yan Chongfeng responded.

The second round of matches then began.

This time, they acted simultaneously.

He Zhongming strode in again with chicken-like steps, his feet grinding the ground, his body lowered, and his hands reaching forward from his sides.

"Bear shoulder".

The bear form draws upon the strength of a bear raising its neck, using the impact force of the entire shoulder and back without fists or palms.

As the body lunges forward, the shoulders shrug forward and the hips sit back, channeling all the body's strength into the shoulders and back; a collision would result in broken bones and torn tendons.

At the same time, Yan Chongfeng attacked from the side, delivering a full-arm "slam palm strike".

He raised his right arm high above his head, then swung it down like a whip, palm facing downwards, aiming for the junction of Chen Zhan's shoulder and neck.

One attack came head-on, the other slashed from the side; the angles were tricky, the timing was precise, and the two attacks arrived almost simultaneously.

Chen Zhan's eyes darted around, scanning the approaching figures, before he stomped his foot down.

"Boom!"

The marble floor shattered beneath his feet, sending shards flying. Using the rebound from that stomp, he charged towards He Zhongming, meeting Xiong Bang head-on.

This choice caused a flicker of surprise in He Zhongming's eyes.

When faced with Xin Yi Liu He's close-range attacks, the instinctive reaction of ordinary martial artists is to keep their distance; no one would actively approach him.

But Chen Zhan's purpose was very clear.

Once the two are close together, Yan Chongfeng's Tongbi Pigua cannot be used effectively. His attack range of three steps becomes useless, and he risks accidentally injuring He Zhongming if he makes a move.

The moment Chen Zhan's body collided with He Zhongming's, he neither used his fist nor his palm.

Bajishan leaning against the mountain.

With a thrust of his shoulder forward and a twist of his hip, the weight of his entire body and his inner strength converged on his right shoulder, slamming it head-on into He Zhongming's powerful shoulder.

Shoulder to shoulder, leaning against each other.

"boom--!"

The two extremely powerful forces collided head-on, producing a dull sound that momentarily distorted the air.

The crystal chandelier in the hall shook violently, the light bulbs rattled and collided, and several fell off and shattered into powder on the ground.

He Zhongming slid back three steps, his feet scraping two long white marks on the marble floor. His arms were numb, and his tiger's mouth was throbbing with pain.

Chen Zhan swayed slightly, then took a step back.

Just one step.

His retreat just happened to put him at the edge of Yan Chongfeng's attack range.

Yan Chongfeng's palm strike missed its mark.

The moment Chen Zhan charged toward He Zhongming, his palm strike missed its mark, as he was in the process of retracting his attack.

Chen Zhan retreated to within three steps of him, which was tantamount to delivering himself right to Chen Zhan's mouth.

Yan Chongfeng's eyes lit up, and before his right arm was fully retracted, his left arm had already swung out.

The "Shaking Arm Palm" of Tongbei Quan is different from the downward-moving "Shuai Palm". The Shaking Arm Palm takes a horizontal pushing route. The arm is extended horizontally, and the wrist is suddenly shaken. The force explodes at the fingertips and is used to strike the face and throat.

His attack was so fast that even He Zhongming couldn't see when he changed his move.

The palm strike whistled as it hurtled straight toward Chen Zhan's face.

Without turning his head, Chen Zhan flicked his right hand from his waist backward, performing the "Reverse Rollback" move of Tai Chi.

His arm flipped from bottom to top, palm facing outward, and he gently stroked and pulled outward along Yan Chongfeng's shaking arm force. The palm force was soft and long, neutralizing the sharp shaking arm force.

Yan Chongfeng's arm was deflected, losing most of its force, and struck Chen Zhan's shoulder, only causing his robe to tremble slightly and the fabric to make a soft "plop" sound.

At the same time, Chen Zhan's left hand had already changed its move.

Xingyi "Splitting Fist".

With his left arm raised high, he brought it down with a powerful, forceful chop, like an axe, striking with a deep, fierce, and relentless strike.

The strike was aimed at Yan Chongfeng's left arm, which he hadn't yet retracted.

Yan Chongfeng's pupils contracted sharply. His left arm couldn't be withdrawn in time, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and raise it.

"boom!"

The punch landed on Yan Chongfeng's forearm, causing him to stumble and bend at the knees, leaving fine cracks in the marble floor beneath his feet.

A sharp pain shot through his forearm, almost causing it to break. He gritted his teeth and held on, using the force of his downward punch to slide backward and create distance.

Chen Zhan did not pursue.

Because He Zhongming came again.

After being knocked back three steps by the Mountain-Slaying Kick, He Zhongming's blood and qi surged for two breaths before subsiding. He regained his footing and shot forward again.

This time he used the most ferocious move from the Heart-Mind Six Harmonies.

“裹横”.

The "wrapping horizontal" is not any of the twelve major forms, but rather the core power generation principle of Xin Yi Liu He Quan.

As the body lunges forward, the arms sweep inward from the outside and then outward from the inside, alternating between sweeping and horizontal movements. The force churns back and forth between the chest and abdomen, and when the fist is thrown out, it carries both spiral and horizontal force, making it impossible to defend against or neutralize.

Chen Zhan met him head-on, changing his hand stance to the Bagua "Double Collision Palm" and then the Great Slamming Hand. He thrust out both palms simultaneously, pushing forward with the base of his palms and then sweeping outwards from the center line, following the path of a straight advance through the center gate, with powerful palm force.

The giant stone-smashing hand and the wrapped-up body collided in the center of the main hall.

"Bang bang bang—!"

Three heavy blows followed, the two men's fists and palms clashing and exploding, the force of the impact causing the pebbles on the ground to bounce and the tables and chairs to creak and rattle.

While launching a fierce attack, He Zhongming kept closing in with his chicken-like steps, each step compressing the distance between them.

Xinyi Liuhe is such a style of boxing.

The closer you get, the fiercer it becomes; the closer you stick, the more ruthless it becomes. Being stuck with it is like being entangled by a python; it will only tighten its grip until the bones of its prey are crushed.

Chen Zhan took two steps back, his Bagua footwork constantly changing direction, trying to get around He Zhongming's front. However, He Zhongming's footwork followed closely, his chicken-like steps twisting and turning, always keeping his eyes on Chen Zhan's center, not giving him any space to move to the side.

Yan Chongfeng attacked again from behind, using the "Piercing Palm" of Tongbei Fist, his fingertips gathering strength, passing under Chen Zhan's armpit and aiming straight for his ribs.

The palm strike has an extremely tricky angle, penetrating from under the armpit, bypassing most of the defensive structure, and directly attacking the vulnerable side of the torso.

Chen Zhan was entangled in front of He Zhongming, while Yan Chongfeng launched a sneak attack from behind. Caught in a pincer movement, his room to maneuver was compressed to the limit.

The fingertips that pierced his palm had already touched his clothes.

The pressure from the two men was far greater than that from Lian Shanyue and Chen Heting, and it wasn't just because their kung fu was more advanced.

It's mainly about coordination.

Two people who work well together will be like a tiger with wings, while two people who have never cooperated before will likely hinder each other when they attack together.

When two top experts work together, they can fill in each other's gaps and make up for each other's shortcomings. If their techniques also complement each other, they will reach an even higher level.

That's the situation now, and with many foreigners watching from upstairs with guns pointed at them, even though they haven't fired, it's still a threat.

Most of his body was immune to modern firearms, but his vital areas were vulnerable, such as his eyes, perineum, and temples.

Chen Zhan twisted his waist suddenly and thrust his left elbow backward.

The Bajiquan "Elbow Strike" precisely deflected the force of Yan Chongfeng's palm by striking with the tip of his elbow.

Yan Chongfeng's palm went numb from the impact, and he immediately shook off the force and took two steps back.

However, Chen Zhan's backrest was used up, leaving an empty space on the left side.

He Zhongming had been waiting for this moment.

His figure suddenly pressed close, his hands transforming into claws, "snake-like," inspired by the nimble movements of a snake parting the grass. His hands coiled and stretched forward, his fingertips trembling as he exerted force, specifically targeting any openings exposed by his opponent.

They clasped their fingers around Chen Zhan's left shoulder and left rib.

There is an advanced technique in snake-style finger training that only top Xingyi Quan masters know. It seems that all ten fingers are exerting force, but in reality, most of the force is in the fingers, and the power does not come from all the fingers.

Snake-shaped finger training involves focusing on a few fingers. When trained to a high level, they may look no different from ordinary fingers, but when used to exert force, those two fingers become incredibly powerful, capable of creating a bloody hole with a single pull!
Chen Zhan was a student of Xingyi, and Xingyi was a skill he was very proficient in. Xinyi Liuhe and Xingyi were just different names for the same thing, but the training methods were the same, so he naturally knew this training method.

He didn't have time to turn around, nor did he intend to.

His right foot suddenly took half a step back, his body sank down, and his left shoulder shrank back slightly.

His body twisted in a very small motion, allowing He Zhongming's fingers to slide across his shoulders and ribs, only managing to grab a corner of his clothes.

A piece of his shirt was torn off, revealing firm muscles underneath, but he was not injured.

The "Great Dragon-Shaped Bone Search" technique hasn't been used in a long time.

This time, the Dragon-Shaped Bone Search is for evading the enemy, not for unleashing a powerful attack.

Two masters of internal energy joined forces and fought closely for several rounds, but they were unable to harm Chen Zhan in the slightest.

He Zhongming's breathing became heavier, the surging blood in his chest had not yet completely subsided, and the aftereffects of leaning against the mountain were still there. With each breath, his ribs ached faintly.

Yan Chongfeng's left arm was also numb, and the residual force of the chopping punch was still vibrating in the bones of his forearm, reducing the strength of his fist by 20-30%.

The two exchanged a glance.

This moment of eye contact was their only direct communication throughout the entire battle.

He Zhongming took half a step forward, and Yan Chongfeng took half a step back.

They switched places.

He Zhongming blocked Chen Zhan's front and continued to entangle him in close combat, while Yan Chongfeng retreated to a distance to create more space.

Yan Chongfeng and Chen Zhan passed each other, taking a few steps.

This cleared out a small space.

Just then, a gunshot rang out.

"Bang—! Bang bang bang—!"

A barrage of gunfire erupted from the direction of the duty room on the right. Bullets whistled into the main hall, hitting the marble floor and sending up shards of stone, while hitting the walls and exploding into patches of white ash.

Jason's dozen or so constables leaned out of the duty room window and opened fire into the main hall.

They were targeting Chen Zhan.

Jason heard the loud fighting from the second floor and knew that the two experts from the capital had already engaged Chen Zhan in battle. He immediately sent someone down to deliver the order.

Take the opportunity to fire a shot, assisting the two experts in capturing the person.

But the three had been locked in close combat, moving at incredible speeds, making it impossible for them to distinguish one from another. (End of Chapter)