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Chapter 80: A woman and a monkey trainer, trying to show off their power to us?
The man died before he even hit the ground.

If the sternum pierces through the internal organs, even a god cannot save the person.

Chen Zhan kills without hesitation!
The fellow disciples ran over to check, but the man had already passed away.

"Master, Senior Brother Zhao is dead."

Upon hearing the disciple's report, Hao Mingqi's face darkened, realizing that the visitor was up to no good.

Thinking to himself, he exchanged a glance with his old buddy beside him and guessed that Tian Jingjie must know something, otherwise he wouldn't be so ruthless and decisive.

Tongri!

If this gets out, it'll cause a lot of trouble.

The two men still had some sense of shame and did not act as recklessly as Ma San, who took things out into the open and became the president of the Sino-Japanese Friendship and Peace Association.

That's because they were willing to do anything to stand up for themselves.

However, it's understandable that Ma San did this; once he killed Gong Baotian, there was no turning back.

Gong Baotian was at least a grandmaster in the martial arts world of the north. If he didn't join the Japanese, he would have had little chance of survival.

However, even if his secret deeds were exposed, Hao Mingqi could not admit it. As long as there was no evidence, the advantage was in his hands.

"Are you going to wreak havoc in the Gong family mansion?" Hao Mingqi directly shifted the blame, pointing out that there were quite a few Gong family disciples in the mansion, as well as two experts, Jiang Ming and Gong Er.

Jiang Ming stepped forward, but Gong Er reached out to stop him.

"No rush, let's take a look first."

The two elders watched the battlefield from dozens of meters away, and were filled with resentment when they saw that Gong Ruomei remained unmoved.

At this moment, Chen Zhan spoke up: "I don't care about the Gong family's affairs, but according to the rules, I have to fight the two elders today. I can't leave without a fight!"

"Heh, you're challenging us to a duel, and we're checking seniority? That's against the rules!" Hou Fengwu said, his eyelids drooping.

"That makes sense. Then let's call it a challenge. I'll take on both places by myself and fight to the death!"

No matter what the other party said, Chen Zhan stood at the door, ready to beat them to death no matter what they said!

"How dare you! You said it yourself!" the two elders exclaimed in unison, and their disciples filed out from behind them.

Instead of taking turns attacking one by one, they surrounded each other and made dumplings!

Although the Chuojiao and Fanziquan schools are not large, they have a long history and are known as the "Two Wonders of Northern Legs".

The two are often referred to together as "Chuojiao Fanzi".

Their leg techniques are like cleaving with knives and axes, and their fist techniques are like a sudden storm, forming an offensive that blocks the upper and lower passages with their hands and severs the gates of life and death with their legs.

Many of these techniques are insidious, but calling them insidious is a later perspective. In today's martial arts world, such distinctions don't apply. Kung Fu is practiced for killing, with no rules or restrictions. If you can kill and fight, that's a high-level move.

On the battlefield, who cares how you kill? Killing one is a military merit!
The various waist-thrusting techniques of Baguazhang do not prevent it from being one of the three major internal martial arts styles.

Chen Zhan glanced around and saw ten people.

The Chuojiao Fanzi is a five-way split attack. The name Chuojiao means footwork, and it is said to be "Ten Routes of Mountain-Crushing Leg". It is said to have been created by Deng Liang of the Song Dynasty based on spear techniques. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom listed it as a close combat technique.

Specializing in fracture points in the human body such as the shinbone, knee bend, and groin.

They attacked in unison, some sweeping the floor with iron whip kicks, others hooking and kicking with sickle-like steps.

The leg rises like drawing silk, the leg falls like chiseling a mountain; the shinbone becomes a steel whip, the heel a soul-severing cone.

Several disciples had mastered the essence of Chuojiao, but unfortunately they were facing Chen Zhan, a master of Huajin, who could pinpoint locations by sound and take a large step across the void as if teleporting.

The three swept everything away in an instant. After he finished sweeping everything away, it was Chen Zhan's turn to make a move.

Leg to leg, foot to foot.

Point step, inch leg.

Keep your knees above your waist, lift them lightly, and lower them quickly.

In any martial arts movement, the greater the range of motion, the slower the speed. There is no move in Chinese martial arts that involves lifting from the soles of the feet to the top of the head in one go; that's a stupid move. It exposes too many weaknesses in the process, and the movements are large but slow.

Against a master, one move is enough to kill you three times over.

There were such things before, but they were all considered fancy moves and no one practiced them; they were incorporated into theatrical performances.

Chen Zhan's leg movement was so subtle that it was almost invisible, yet it was as fast as a viper's tongue, striking the shin and knee with a circular step followed by a stomp that broke the knee.

"Click! Click! Click!"

Except for the three who didn't retract their feet, Chen Zhan stepped on their ankles, knees, and shinbones.

"Ah~" Three cries of pain rang out, but the person who kicked had already turned away again. When surrounded, one must be even more focused. Even someone with high martial arts skills like Gao Potian would be cautious to avoid disaster.

The power generation of Fanziquan emphasizes "flipping the hand like a spinning wheel, punching like a crossbow being fired, waist turning and shoulders relaxed and flexible, and crisp force penetrating the scapula!"

Du Xinwu, known as "Divine Leg" in the late Qing Dynasty, used a shinbone-piercing strike to shatter the knee of a Japanese samurai, followed by a neck-splitting palm strike that left him paralyzed.

Du Xinwu was a top-tier master of Chuojiao Fanzi, far surpassing the people in front of Chen Zhan.

Several men threw punches, employing various techniques such as splitting palm, tucking strike, tucking strike, and circling hand, all of which were deadly moves.

This is a life-or-death struggle, not a casual sparring match.

Chen Zhan was highly skilled, but did not want to expend too much energy, so he chose the Swimming Dragon Step and Bagua Palm. His body moved like a swimming dragon and as graceful as a startled swan, his slender and tall figure weaving through the crowd.

In a short while, screams rang out, and with each scream, the two elders' faces grew darker.

The two turned their heads, and the disciples behind them made way for them to look at Gong Er and Jiang Ming not far away.

"Second Miss, if I'm not mistaken, this kid is using the Swimming Dragon Eight Trigrams Palm, and he's even doing it on your turf."

Gong Er stared at the two elders. They had indeed watched her grow up, and now that they had become enemies, she couldn't help but feel sorry for them. But there must be a reason why they were protecting Ma San, and it was probably the same as she had expected.

"The Youlong Baguazhang is not just for my Gong family. Can others not practice it? The imperial system has been dead for more than ten years."

"You're just going to let this kid cause a scene in front of Brother Baotian's memorial tablet?"

After he said that, Chen Zhan stopped fighting. Everyone was either dead or maimed; not a single one was standing.

Chen Zhan's movements were unparalleled. His Dragon Steps didn't resemble a dragon; rather, they were like a flickering ghost, each step in the snow a kill, each step a death.

In the blink of an eye, he annihilated the combined forces of ten people.

He maintained the same expression, while Tian Jingjie behind him showed a hint of relief.

"Anything else, you two?"

There were still quite a few disciples behind the two elders, but the ten people who had just attacked were all experts in the sect. At the very least, their tendons and legs were broken, and countless others were dead. How could the disciples behind them dare to go up again?

The two elders looked displeased; they had been driven to this point, with many of their disciples killed.

If we don't take action soon, our reputation will be ruined.

If word got out, the apprentice would charge into battle and die, while the master would be timid and hesitant.

Who will dare to pay money to become an apprentice in the future?

"enough!"

With a loud shout, Gong Er walked over with Lao Jiang. The crowd automatically parted, and her black leather cloak billowed without wind, sweeping through the snow.

He approached Chen Zhan.

"Your affairs are none of the Gong family's business, and Gong Er should not interfere."

"But the timing and location you chose are wrong. The Gong family is holding a funeral for my father. Making such a big fuss, with someone dying at the door, will only make the Gong family lose face."

"That can't happen!"

There were many people at the scene, and many were killed or injured.

It's already inevitable that the news will spread. If we let it continue, regardless of who wins or loses, the Gong family will lose face big time.

Because this was done while blocking the gates of the Gong family, resulting in so many deaths and injuries, and on the very day of Gong Baotian's funeral.

Normally, with Gong Baotian around, things are fine; no one dares to say anything.

But the Gong family cannot afford to show weakness now!
Chen Zhan looked at the woman in front of him. Her cold temperament was somewhat similar to that of Ye Ningzhen when they first met, but Ye Ningzhen was more ruthless, while Gong Er was too cautious and lost some of her sharpness.

She didn't understand one thing: even if she had taken revenge, killed Ma San, and restored the Gong family's reputation.

The Gong family is destined to fall into ruin.

The situation in Northeast China is beyond the control of any martial arts sect. Without Gong Baotian's relationship with the Fengtian warlords, the Gong family simply cannot stand firm.

Gong Er had a cold face, and so did Chen Zhan.

Moreover, he was even more ferocious, coldly laughing as he said:

"The Gong family's reputation is of great importance to you, but what does it have to do with me?"

"A woman and a monkey trainer, trying to act tough with me?"

(End of this chapter)