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Chapter 83 If you die, your master will die too!

Hao Mingqi ran away without a second thought.

When disaster strikes, we all fly away.

Regardless of posthumous fame or present life.

His escape means he's been wiped out of the martial arts world, leaving behind his disciples and old comrades, making it impossible for him to survive in the future.

However, perhaps he had already planned his escape route.

With Ma San and the Japanese backing him up after he officially joined the Sino-Japanese Friendship Association, he could still live a carefree and happy life.

As soon as Hao Mingqi left, the disciples of the Fanzi Boxing School scattered in all directions. Chen Zhan did not stop them. This matter had nothing to do with these students, and Hao Mingqi would not tell them about his defection to Japan.

Only a pile of corpses and Hou Fengwu, cursing angrily, remained in the arena.

Chen Zhan's pressure has all fallen on him; even if he does whatever he wants, he can't escape.

"Come on, it's time to fight back. Surely the Three Elders of Fengtian have more than this much ability?"

Although the opponent attacked fiercely just now, he still had some strength left to use. Even a top-level master of internal energy should not have only this much strength due to old age and physical decline.

"Damn it, you want me dead? You'd better think it over!"

"The consequences could be disastrous!"

Hou Fengwu's old face was full of ruthlessness, his sharp eyes staring at Chen Zhan. He was cunning and calculating. If he didn't have the strength, he could only threaten him. He was practically saying that he had the Japanese as his backers.

But Chen Zhan didn't even look up; the only response he received was a fierce slap.

He continued his relentless pursuit, his offensive growing increasingly fierce. Chen Zhan seemed to have entered a state of rage, a stark contrast to his previous calm and composure.

With a single palm strike, the top-tier power of Baguazhang was unleashed, and the Great Stele-Smashing Hand was used. The sheer force of the lower body's mud-walking step alone was already incredibly fierce.

Hou Fengwu dared not take the hit head-on. Instead, he straightened up, like a carp leaping out of its skin, and slammed it to the ground with a loud thud!

He fell face down on the ground, lying in the snow, melting the freshly fallen snowflakes.

When martial arts masters duel, their blood and qi circulate rapidly, their bodies become like furnaces, and the snow on the ground melts at the slightest touch.

But his move wasn't a counter-strategy; rather, it was a pre-planned attack.

There is a knockdown move in Chuojiao (a martial arts technique).

The King of Hell snatches lives, three earth-shaking moves!
It is a clever move that conceals a deadly intent within defeat; it appears as if the person is about to fall and die, but it actually harbors a murderous intent.

The boxing manual says: "Knees like springs, ankles like blades, legs like steel whips, hips as the root, rising and falling, specifically seeking the gaps between bones, one kick sends you flying out of the gates of hell!"

Hou Fengwu braced himself with one hand, jumped up, and kicked Chen Zhan in the groin with his feet, one in front of the other.

Centipede jumps!
He was like a giant centipede, using his hands as feet, straddling the ground in a chain, while his feet continuously attacked Chen Zhan's groin.

Chen Zhan did not retreat. He stomped his feet against Chen Zhan's feet, his movements powerful and forceful.

With one foot, he sent Hou Fengwu flying, rolling several meters away. Then he followed up again. Hou Fengwu still didn't get up. Chen Zhan found it interesting. He had a lot of footwork skills, but rarely did he use footwork to lie prone.

Then he saw the other person roll on the ground with their legs crossed, wrapping around Chen Zhan's ankles, twisting their waist and hips to try to use the momentum of the rotation to break Chen Zhan's ankles.

This move is called "Golden Dragon Scissors!"

The name was imposing enough, but it lacked the power of a magic weapon. Its feet clamped Chen Zhan's ankles, but when it suddenly exerted force, it discovered...
Chen Zhan remained completely still.

The old tree's roots are intertwined, its two feet firmly planted on the ground, like a pillar stabilizing the sea.

"Anything else? Cat and dog crawling techniques?" Chen Zhan laughed.

Hou Fengwu roared in anger, put one knee on the ground, used the reaction force to leap up, and kicked out with both feet in mid-air, landing heels on his face.

Seeing that he had run out of tricks, Chen Zhan gave up and stopped trying.
The front foot is light, the back foot is solid, the spine is like five drawn bows holding power, and the neck, chest, waist, hips, and knees are all connected.

Five bows charging!

The fists slammed into the opponent's straight legs, and the sounds of bones cracking and tendons snapping rang out instantly: 'Crack! Crack! Crack!'

Chen Zhan spun around and grabbed the old man's shoulder with perfect accuracy, crushing his shoulder blade with a slight exertion.

Hou Fengwu roared in pain:
"Ah~"

"You! A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!" Chen Zhan smiled and whispered in his ear:
"You still know that a soldier can be killed? When you were conspiring with the Japanese devils to plot against my master, why didn't you think of that?"

"You just asked me if I really wanted to kill you, now I'll answer you."

"Not only will I kill you, but your master will also die!"

After Chen Zhan finished speaking, he reached out and struck Tian Jingjie's feet with a palm strike.

At this moment, the Gong family mansion was completely silent, except for the old man's wailing and the howling of the north wind blowing snow.

Disciples from both factions either fled or died.

The members of the Gong family also entered the inner courtyard, presumably to observe in secret.

With empty arms, Tian Jingjie crouched down and approached the crippled Hou Fengwu, saying:

"You're a traitor, driven by greed for wealth and power, so why are you joining forces with the Black Dragon Society to fight against me?"

"I'm not going to mince words with you. You should know all the techniques we martial artists use to strike and prick acupoints. Tell me, and I'll give you a quick death."

He witnessed Chen Zhan's massacre and calmed down.

Hou Fengwu's mouth and arms were covered in blood; he knew at this moment that he could not escape his fate and was about to die.

"The Black Dragon Society found out that you participated in the Boxer Rebellion many years ago and killed many Japanese. At that time, a Senbon Izuru died at the hands of you and Li Cunyi. He was the younger brother of Toyama Mitsuru, an advisor to the Black Dragon Society."

"So it's not just you; all those people from back then, as long as they're still alive, they'll be held accountable."

After he finished speaking, he lost most of his strength, tilted his head, and died.

Tian Jingjie was still thinking about what happened back then when Chen Zhan said, "Let's go back and talk about it first."

The two ignored the horrific scene and left without paying any attention.

Gong Ruomei suffered minor injuries but refused to receive treatment, instead observing Chen Zhan through the glass in the room.

But she only sighed and shook her head after Chen Zhan left.

She couldn't see through or understand Chen Zhan's martial arts at all. He could use Bagua, Xingyi, and Tai Chi with ease, which was not like a young man in his twenties.

She put on a stern face and made a solemn promise, setting a ten-move agreement that she would win if she didn't lose, but unexpectedly, she only lasted three moves.

Strictly speaking, Chen Zhan made two moves, while she made three.

Although there is a suspicion that being too eager for quick success led to being scammed, once you lose, you lose, and there's no going back or starting over.

After observing Chen Zhan, she could tell how much force he used; he seemed to be handling things with ease. Moreover, she keenly sensed that Chen Zhan was spending at least half of his attention observing the inner quarters of the Gong family.

They're probably wary of people who might shoot from the shadows.

Using only half of his strength, he crushed the three elders of Fengtian.

Gong Ruomei felt that Chen Zhan was even more unfathomable, no less so than when he faced his father, Gong Baotian.

Seeing Chen Zhan and Tian Jingjie leave, Gong Ruomei said, "Uncle Jiang, have someone clean up the entrance. This time, with Chuojiao and Fanzi being removed from the list, our Gong family's reputation has also been greatly damaged."

"Okay, I'll have someone take some people to clean it up."

"Uncle Jiang, just give the instructions to your disciple. You can help me find out who Tian Jingjie and Chen Sanshui are."

"it is good."

Jiang Ming left with the little monkey, leaving Gong Ruomei alone in the room. It was pitch black without an oil lamp.

This room belonged to my father, Gong Baotian. He often played in the room when he was a child, along with his senior brother Ma San, who was three years older than him.

Ma San was an orphan from a young age. Gong Baotian named him San, hoping that he would always "speak of San," meaning that there are many capable people, and he should know how to be humble.

But human nature is hard to change. Advice from childhood was useless. Three years ago, he went south to promote the spread of Southern Kung Fu to the north, but he went too far and offended a group of Southern Kung Fu masters.

Gong Baotian then planned to suppress him for another ten years, allowing him to emerge and become famous after ten years. Unexpectedly, less than three years later, a tragedy occurred.

Gong Ruomei recalled the past, wrote furiously, and finished a letter in a short while.

He summoned his disciples and had them sent to the south.

(End of this chapter)