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Chapter 6 Flying Locust Stones, Iron Wire Fist

late at night.

The seductive music in the alley was even louder, but Chen Zhan had already gotten used to it.

He hid under the trees, seemingly blending into his surroundings, and wearing a brown long robe, he went unnoticed.

Chen Zhan didn't bring much with him, but he estimated the time and realized it was already past midnight.

The perfect time to kill and rob.

Using the double steps of feint and real movement, we ventured deep into the alley, navigating its twists and turns with ease, and soon reached its end.

Although the courtyard is not a traditional courtyard house, nor does it have multiple entrances and exits, it occupies the largest area, and an old dog inside the gate barks incessantly.

But when Chen Zhan stopped, the old dog seemed to lose its target and stopped barking as well.

Listening closely, there was no sound coming from inside the house; the old dog barking was normal and no one would take it seriously.

With a flick of his hand to the stone lion guarding the entrance, he leaped up from the ground and onto the top of the wall.

The spacious courtyard was very open. The old black dog, which had been curled up in a corner, suddenly perked up and turned to see Chen Zhan on the wall.

But in that instant, a copper coin flew through the air for several meters, struck the crown of the head, and sank deep inside.

The old dog let out a final whimper and slowly collapsed to the ground.

"Flying Locust Stone!"

Chen Zhan had already found a good spot outside, and once he jumped onto the wall, he threw a stone with astonishing force, which penetrated directly into the skull.

Following the wall, Chen Zhan quickly approached the black-tiled house.

My mind was completely absorbed; I could hear three breaths in the room, one steady.

The other two! A bit rushed!

Chen Zhan's ears twitched, and he dodged to the side.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Wow~!"

The wooden window shattered, and two iron rings the size of bowls smashed through the window, grazed Chen Zhan's ear, and landed in the courtyard.

Zhang Laosan leaped out of the window and landed in the courtyard. The naked figure in shorts glanced at the black dog with a bloody head.

Upon seeing the black dog's miserable state, I felt a chill run down my spine!
In the dead of night, they came up and killed the old dog that was guarding the house; this was a deadly feud.

"Where is my friend walking? What kind of ridge is he on?"
He was using underworld slang, asking Chen Zhan which gang or martial arts school he belonged to and what grudge they had.

Moon stars are rare.

The courtyard was spacious, and with the help of the moonlight, Chen Zhan could clearly see the so-called Master Zhang.

Bald, burly, bare-chested with a body full of flesh, and twelve iron rings on each arm.

"No way, they rob the rich to help the poor, and they're short of silver dollars."

Chen Zhan ignored the two terrified women inside the room and walked up to Zhang Laosan.

"Is your friend short of silver coins?"

"lack."

"Ask Third Master for silver dollars?"

Is it not allowed?

"What courage and boldness! I wonder if he'll be lucky enough to survive!"

Zhang Laosan laughed heartily, shaking the iron ring on his forearm, producing a clanging sound of metal clashing.

Chen Zhan couldn't help but laugh as he watched.

"Poof!~"

"Huh? What are you laughing at!" Zhang Laosan was furious.

Zhang Laosan was an external martial arts master with strong arms and "iron wire rings" around his arms, which made it clear that he practiced Iron Wire Fist.

Iron Wire Fist is a southern style of boxing, an important branch of the Hung Kuen system. It gets its name from the fact that the arms need to maintain tension like "iron wire" during practice.

Iron wire rings are commonly used in the practice of Iron Wire Fist, serving both as a daily training method and as a weapon against enemies.

Chen Zhan laughed because the other man had twelve iron rings on each arm, and the number of iron rings represented the skill level of the Iron Wire Fist.

When the founder, Tieqiao San, faced his enemies, he had no more than ten iron rings on his arms.

Zhang Laosan truly possessed the strength of the Twelve Iron Rings. Chen Zhan turned and ran, never to return to Tianjin.

Moreover, if the other party is stronger than the founding master, would they be willing to become a henchman of the Green Gang?
That's not how you bluff!

"I'm laughing at your stupidity. Can you even use half of the twelve iron rings?" Chen Zhan used the moonlight to probe with a feint. He was already tall and thin, like a piece of paper, and appeared even more ghostly and unpredictable in the dark night.

Three feet away, tiger-shaped chopping force.

The Xingyi Tiger Form unleashes a powerful chopping motion, the hand strikes with the wind, and the muscles and bones resonate.

There seemed to be a faint roar of a tiger.

Zhang Laosan raised his arms and used the iron rings on his arms to block the chopping force, thinking to himself, "No matter how much force you exert throughout your body, you can't break the steel rings, can you?"
"You're really stupid."

Chen Zhan did not unleash his full power, leaving some room for maneuver, so that even in his fierce attack, he could still turn the tables.

The force of the blow was greatly reduced as soon as the arm hit the iron ring.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding~"

The iron rings clashed together, making a clanging sound. Chen Zhan transformed his chopping motion into a claw, using the Xingyi Eagle Claw Technique, "Eagle Tear and Eagle Pull!" He swept it across the opponent's left arm, and with a clanging sound, flesh and blood flew everywhere, leaving four bloody marks.

Chen Zhan ripped off all twelve iron rings, along with flesh and blood, from his left arm.

Chen Zhan's hand movements were unpredictable, and his footwork was also deadly.

Without the opponent noticing, Chen Zhan suddenly arched his back, hunched his shoulders, put his feet shoulder-width apart, bent his knees slightly, and arched his back upwards, forming a "reverse bow" to concentrate the body's strength in his waist and abdomen.

Suddenly, his foot trembled, and he kicked out at an unusual angle. The two were less than a foot apart, but the kick still had plenty of power.

"Horse form, trample!"

"Oh!"

Zhang Laosan's chest trembled as he flew two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) away.

Chen Zhan heard the sound of bones cracking. Although the opponent's external martial arts training was not perfect, it had reached a certain level. This kick was not enough to kill him.

Previously, Chen Zhan's eagle claws had torn four bloody marks on his arm, causing blood to gush out, and his chest bones were shattered, causing him to vomit blood and roar in pain.

"Pfft~ Wait, wait! How many silver dollars do you want, brother?"

Zhang Laosan coughed up blood and hurriedly said.

Having spent many years in the underworld, I know how to be ruthless and courageous, and also how to be flexible and prudent; otherwise, I wouldn't be alive today.

After exchanging a few blows, upon hearing the opponent's resounding drums and gongs—a sign of mastering the Ming Jin technique—he knew he was no match and wanted to decisively admit defeat.

I just didn't expect my opponent to be so skilled; I was seriously injured in a single exchange.

"Friends don't need to fight to the death over money; harmony brings wealth!" Zhang Laosan said again when he saw that Chen Zhan was unmoved.

Chen Zhan flicked the blood and flesh from his fingertips, fiddled with the iron ring, and laughed, "It's quite rare to see a Southern boxer venturing into the North. Third Master, are you perhaps wanted by the authorities in the South?"

Zhang Laosan's complexion worsened further. He gasped for breath and clutched his forearm, saying:
"Ha, you're a master. Third brother admits defeat."

"Name a number."

Not denying it is tantamount to admitting it.

Chen Zhan instantly saw through his martial arts style and with a single move, he broke through the Iron Wire Fist, forcing him to admit defeat.

"One hundred yuan," Chen Zhan said calmly.

"This hundred dollars, I'm afraid..." Of course, he knew that Chen Zhan was referring to one hundred silver dollars, so how could he possibly make a big fuss about asking for one hundred dollars?

"Can't produce it?"

"Yes, I can produce it!"

Zhang Laosan clutched his chest as he got up and slowly walked into the house, with Chen Zhan following behind.

These skilled thugs live hand to mouth, and they won't easily part with their money.

Even if you kill him, you'll have to search for him yourself; who knows how long that will take?

Chen Zhan followed him into the house. The lights were dim, and two disheveled women inside saw Zhang Laosan's blood-soaked state.

"Ah! Ah~!"

She gasped twice and curled up by the bedside.

Zhang Laosan walked to the bookshelf against the wall and reached out to touch it.
With a loud "bang!"

Chen Zhan threw the iron ring in his hand, which hit Zhang Laosan's hand. Zhang Laosan cried out in pain and pulled his hand back.

"Let the woman come and get it."

Chen Zhan wasn't stupid. This was 1929. Forget about hidden weapons; guns and cannons were already widespread.

He wasn't afraid of being attacked from the shadows, but even a martial arts master like Cheng Tinghua died under foreign guns, so he wasn't that arrogant.

"Xia, come here," Zhang Laosan said.

(End of this chapter)