Fanatic!

Chapter 107 Let's see where you can run now.
Chen Wujun placed one hand below his navel and lay on his side like a bow.

In his consciousness, an electric current was drawn from the magnetic crystal, traveled along every muscle of his body, reached his face, then traveled from the back of his head to his feet, and finally returned to its original position, enveloping his internal organs.

As the electric current traveled through my body, I felt a slight swelling all over.

However, his muscles were so powerful that the stimulation was not very noticeable.

Because the internal organs are fragile, the feeling of bloating is extremely noticeable.

After a long while, Chen Wujun suddenly opened his eyes, and his slow heartbeat began to accelerate.

I noticed some changes in my body. Every time I lie in this "sleeping dragon" posture, my body undergoes some subtle changes.

Chen Wujun glanced at the magnetic field crystal in his hand, which had turned gray and was now useless, and casually threw it into the trash can.

"I need one magnetic field crystal every two days... plus the Four Great Stances, Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover, and Eye Cleansing... I need... 49 magnetic field crystals a month, which is close to 25... Only rich people can practice martial arts."

"Poor people can't afford to learn any skill, whether it's new or old."

Even though Chen Wujun's server room is now raking in money every day, and he's taken over Gao Fei's territory, gaining a billiards hall, a dance hall, and some protection money, his monthly income is still barely 40.

After all, as the territory expands, the number of subordinates also increases, and the monthly expenses also increase.

40 is an astronomical figure for ordinary people; in a year, that amount could buy five units of about 450 square feet in a high-end community like Mei Foo Sun Chuen.

However, he would spend most of such an astronomical sum on martial arts training every month.

"However, originally the Tiger Roar Golden Bell Shield could only be practiced once every three days, and the Tiger Descends the Mountain stance could not be practiced every day, otherwise the body would not be able to withstand it. Now that I have practiced Hibernating Dragon Sleep, I can recover some of the hidden injuries in my body each time, so I can practice the Tiger Roar Golden Bell Shield once every two days, and I can also practice Tiger Descends the Mountain every day."

"Practicing martial arts requires not only training, but also nurturing. The Hidden Dragon Sleep technique includes nurturing. If you don't know this kind of nurturing technique, no matter how well you practice, when you get a little older, all the hidden injuries from before will come back."

“However, my appetite has increased these past few days... Now even a pound of beef isn't enough for one meal; I can only eat until I'm half full. I'll ask A-Yue to make more tomorrow.”

Chen Wujun jumped to the ground, walked to the mirror to look at himself, put on his clothes, and went to Aqi's place.

The room was still cramped and still carried a faint stench—the smell of the walled city.

A thin, petite girl, dressed in a casual nightgown, limped around in a cramped room, leaning on a table for support.

"Your leg is almost healed? When are you going back to school?" Chen Wujun came in and saw that the cast on Aqi's leg was gone.

Although he clearly dared not put any weight on his injured leg, he was able to barely put weight on it.

"This semester is over, and we'll go back to school for the new semester." As Aqi spoke, she took out several test papers.

"Let's do these science and social science practice tests today to see how well you've been learning lately."

Chen Wujun was originally thinking that since Aqi would have to find a new tutor if she went to school, he might as well arrange another car accident.

However, upon seeing these exam papers, he immediately changed his mind.

Changing the tutor is a good thing.

I didn't like studying, so I left school and didn't continue. Now, not only do I have to kill people, but I also have to study and do practice tests every day.

If I had known this would happen, I would have preferred to go to high school.

Chen Wujun took the exam paper with a mixture of emotions on his face.

1: The ( ) Act was promulgated in 196 AD.

2: The Civil Rights Era lasted from (year) to (year).

3: The Voting Law promulgated in 235 AD stipulated that the use of ( ) means in voting was prohibited.

click.

The pencil in Chen Wujun's hand suddenly broke.

"My pen broke... I'll write again tomorrow."

Chen Wujun threw the two broken pen tips onto the table.

Aqi sighed, turned around, took out a metal pencil case and placed it on the table; it was full of pencils.

Chen Wujun's expression turned unfriendly, sensing that Aqi was deliberately making things difficult for him.

……

The next day, Chen Wujun arrived at the warehouse, his expression full of anticipation.

Compared to social science exam papers, he still preferred martial arts.

After taking off his coat, he applied a layer of grease to the wooden stake, then pulled himself up and landed on the stake to practice the Dragon Palm technique.

Several sandbags hanging above the wooden stakes were constantly being thrown and swirling, and Chen Wujun's figure moved among these sandbags.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Zhou Qing arrived at the warehouse. Chen Wujun was walking through the mud in the sandpit when he saw Zhou Qing. He immediately jumped out of the sandpit.

"master!"

"You were interested in the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer before, so I'll teach you today. This skill generates power like a cannon and strikes like a hammer, hence the name Cannon Hammer."

"The Three Emperors Cannon Hammer has five forms: ape, bear, tiger, armor, and dragon, as well as cannon hammer fist techniques such as the Opening Cannon, Sky-Piercing Cannon, Sky-Piercing Cannon, and Cross Cannon."

"When practicing, one should focus on the unity and cohesion of the whole body. When the fists and feet are unleashed, it is like a cannon firing, with a powerful momentum and full of strength."

Zhou Qing explained slowly, just like any other day.

"I'll teach you the ultimate move of the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer first: the Master's Three Bows. In ancient times, people would bow when they met, and this move is hidden beneath those bows..."

Zhou Qing made a cupped-hands gesture with both hands and demonstrated it to Chen Wujun.

“People in the past weren’t physically strong enough, nor were they powerful enough. If someone was bowing with their hands clasped, they would suddenly lunge forward and knock the person over. It sounds a bit insidious and not very sophisticated…”

"In fact, this move is extremely ingenious. With both hands cupped in a gesture, you can protect your head. With your shoulders and elbows drooping, you can protect your ribs. No matter how the opponent moves around, you can stand still here. When fighting, you can seize the opponent's center line. As long as you move forward, you can knock the opponent away."

"Moreover, the whole body is a unified whole, with the feet never leaving the ground when moving, as still as a mountain and as swift as thunder."

"Back then, Deng Yuan relied on his external martial arts skills and this move. No matter how others attacked, he didn't care. He would cup his hands and fire like a cannon, killing or injuring people." "Moreover, when you seize the center line of an opponent, you can cup your fist forward and block their path of attack. They can only press your hands down. However, when you turn your hands, you can use the opponent's force to strike even more fiercely."

"So, the old saying goes that experts use this move to hit someone; the force of breaking a steamed bun is enough. A steamed bun is a hard flatbread; hitting someone with the force of breaking a flatbread is because you're borrowing the opponent's strength before striking..."

……

At the same time, several cars arrived at this dilapidated industrial area.

Ruan Wenshan sat in the car expressionlessly, just smoking continuously, his eyes bloodshot.

"Are you sure this is the place?" asked one of Ruan Wenshan's henchmen.

“That’s for sure, he comes here every Tuesday!” said a young man in the passenger seat. This young man wasn’t one of Ruan Wenshan’s men, but rather one of Li Dong’s men. He pointed ahead:

"It's about a hundred meters ahead from here, and that's the big courtyard on your right."

The vehicle continued onward until it reached the location mentioned by Li Dong's henchman. Sure enough, there was a large courtyard with several brick and tile houses inside, resembling an abandoned warehouse.

Ruan Wenshan got out of the car, threw the cigarette butt at his feet, and then lit another one.

Now, the matter between him and Chen Wujun is no longer about Li Dong paying for a hitman.

It was pure and utter hatred.

His younger brother was killed by Chen Wujun, who then threw the body back, leaving not a single intact bone.

People also got out of the other cars and took out knives to distribute among themselves.

One of the three vehicles was a minivan, and there were nearly 20 people in total.

They all bear the marks of martial arts training.

These people all practice the art of observing qi.

"I want him alive! I want to skin him alive, slice by slice!" Ruan Wenshan said, taking a large knife handed to him by his subordinate and looking at the warehouse.

The others immediately marched aggressively toward the warehouse.

……

Before they arrived at the warehouse, Zhou Qing, who was explaining the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer, twitched his ears.

He stopped explaining and instead said, "Someone's here, looking for you."

In the past, these people wouldn't have even made it to the warehouse; they would have just walked around and left.

However, Zhou Qing felt a sense of urgency and decided to let them find this place.

It wasn't just because of the questioning that night, but because he was becoming increasingly unable to restrain himself.

"Looking for me?" Chen Wujun raised an eyebrow. Who would come here looking for him?

If it were Senior Brother Li, Master certainly wouldn't have said it specifically.

With a quick glance, he understood.

Our enemy has actually found us here.

I don't know if they are from Lidong or Luoyue.

"I'll handle it right away," Chen Wujun said to Zhou Qing, turning around with his eyes filled with rage.

He was engrossed in his studies when someone came looking for him.

He walked to the weapons rack, glanced at it, and pulled out two short-handled sickles.

Hurried footsteps sounded outside the gate, and then with a bang, the warehouse door was kicked open.

A group of armed Luo Yue people stood at the door. They spotted Chen Wujun next to the weapon rack and then scattered and rushed towards him without saying a word.

Everyone's eyes held cruelty and ferocity.

Chen Wujun took a deep breath, his entire body swelled up, and his muscles became even more terrifying.

Holding a sickle in each hand, he leaped forward.

The first person slashed down diagonally with a knife. Just from the swiftness of the slash and the sound of the wind, one could tell that this person had a good foundation in traditional martial arts.

Chen Wujun simply raised his hand, and the sickle hooked onto the machete in the other man's hand. As he passed by him, the sickle in his other hand slashed across his neck, cutting half of his neck open, and blood spurted out.

"Die!" Four men surrounded Chen Wujun from all sides, their four knives forming a net that enveloped him.

Chen Wujun swept his two sickles outwards, hooking the two knives that were slashing in front of him. The two men felt a great force on their hands, which made their tiger's mouths go numb, and they could no longer control the knives in their hands.

Chen Wujun stomped his feet and passed between the two men, simultaneously spinning his sickle halfway around, sending their knives flying.

As soon as he landed behind the two men, Chen Wujun turned around and swept his two sickles across, hooking them around the necks.

Just then, two more knives fell from the side.

Chen Wujun leaped backward, and the two swords missed their mark.

The two people hooked by Chen Wujun's sickle had their heads pointing skyward.

The 17 people rushed in, and three of them died in an instant.

"Chen Wujun!" Ruan Wenshan stared intently at Chen Wujun as soon as he entered, then grabbed the door beside him and slammed it shut.

Then he closed the door.

It also blocked the afternoon sunlight from entering the warehouse.

"Let's see where you can run now!"

(End of this chapter)