Fanatic!

Chapter 54 The weak draw their swords against the even weaker.

This time, Zhou Qing's demonstration was slower, and he demonstrated each step combined with each palm technique once, eight steps and eight palms, which is sixty-four palms.

Chen Wujun focused most of his attention on Zhou Qinghou's back, observing how Zhou Qinghou's back muscles were working.

Only after Zhou Qing finished his demonstration did Chen Wujun say, "Master, your back looks like a dragon!"

"When exerting force, the spine snaps and the muscles undulate, transmitting power layer by layer, just like the opening and closing of dragon scales!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qing immediately burst into laughter.

"That's right, this way of exerting force is called Dragon Force."

"You have learned that the body has five bows, but there are also two other forces in the body: one is the snapping of the spine, and the other is the twisting of the waist and hips, which are collectively known as the Dragon and Tiger Force."

"The so-called three turns and nine rotations are all in one go. No matter how much you practice, it all comes down to this one burst of power. That's the secret of kung fu!"

"The spine is both the body's bow and the dragon's body. It is the most important part and also the most difficult to train. The easiest way to generate power from the spine is to 'whip' the tailbone at the bottom of the spine. However, this will cause a huge impact on the upper part of the spine, that is, the cervical spine. The more you hit it, the more dizzy you will become. Before you have mastered the skill, you will suffer a concussion."

"Therefore, the correct way is to generate power from the thoracic spine, like drawing a bow in the thoracic spine. This is what the old boxing manuals mean by 'penetrating through the chest to generate power.'"

Chen Wujun listened with great interest. Senior Brother Li had explained how to exert force many times, but it was never as easy to understand as his master's explanation.

He had his body strength twisted into one, forming a single, unified force, but it was still far inferior to Zhou Qinghou's back and spine, which could spring together in waves, with muscles transmitting power layer by layer.

Moreover, he only had a superficial understanding of many aspects before. He knew how to practice, but he didn't know why he practiced in a certain way.

Upon hearing Zhou Qingyi's explanation, he immediately understood.

"The previous stances have laid a good foundation for you. You can slowly ponder this Dragon Force while practicing."

"And this Swimming Dragon Palm only has eight steps in total. The body moves by walking, twisting, and flipping. In fact, it's nothing more than 'drilling'. You drill into wherever there's an opening. If someone throws a punch, you drill under their armpit, into their chest, into their side, or into their back..."

"Come and hit me!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Wujun held back, twisting his body into a bow shape as he stepped forward to strike.

However, as soon as Chen Wujun raised his hand, his vision blurred, and Zhou Qing grabbed his arm, slipped under his armpit, and then slapped Chen Wujun on the waist.

“This is a drill. I just pressed you with my palm. If someone of similar strength poked you in the waist, your kidney would be ruined!” Zhou Qing said from behind Chen Wujun.

The thought of the enemy sneaking up behind him and poking him in the waist sent chills down Chen Wujun's spine.

"And this palm technique includes piercing palm, chopping palm, supporting palm, pressing palm, lifting palm, swinging palm, striking palm, and flicking palm..."

"The combination of footwork, body movement, and palm techniques creates a great many variations..."

"You should practice on flat ground first, and once you're familiar with it, you can practice on the stakes! Once you're steady on the stakes, you can practice with sandbags attached."

……

Chen Wujun learned the eight footwork and eight palm techniques of the Swimming Dragon Palm quite quickly.

After all, the foundation has already been laid, and all that needs to be paid attention to are some key points.

In just one afternoon, Chen Wujun memorized the palm technique.

"The Dragon Palm technique can move in eight directions, so it can't be practiced on the rooftop wall. Fortunately, there are still wooden stakes."

As Chen Wujun walked back, he pondered the footwork of the Swimming Dragon Palm and recalled seeing Shark Nine make a move that day, vaguely understanding what was going on.

As long as someone makes a move, there will be an opening, and people will slip through that opening.

The other person reached out and was behind you in no time.

If you react even a little slower, you'll be killed with a single blow.

Just like that expert under Wenlong, who was imposing in the crowd, but when he encountered Sha Jiu, his chin was pinned down by a palm, his neck grew longer, and he died on the spot.

For the next few days, Chen Wujun practiced the Swimming Dragon Palm at the martial arts school every day. To outsiders, it looked like he was just spinning around on the ground.

Large patches of red appeared in the filthy, dilapidated fortress, and this chaotic, lawless place gradually became filled with a festive atmosphere for the New Year.

In addition to the stench of decay, the air was filled with the smoky aroma of roasted meats and incense.

All of this reveals a twisted vitality.

The streets of the walled city were even dirtier and more chaotic than usual, with garbage everywhere.

Many people throw their trash down from the courtyard after cleaning their houses, and every day someone stands in the alley and shouts insults at the people upstairs.

"Ah Fei, we need to set up two tables at the gambling den on New Year's Day. We have things to do, but we also need to eat. You arrange this... I'll be there around seven o'clock..."

Chen Wujun made a phone call while carefully walking through the trash on the ground.

"Damn it!" Chen Wujun couldn't help but curse after hanging up the phone.

……

In a teahouse outside the fortified city, Master Bing casually asked, while fiddling with a purple clay Pixiu tea pet on the table:
"They still haven't found him? Finding this gambling addict is harder than finding the murderer."

Upon hearing this, his subordinate broke out in a cold sweat.

"Brother Bing, I've found out that that gambling addict Hong offended someone and got his leg broken. He's been staying home recovering ever since."

"Oh? He's resting at home? His leg will heal eventually, right?" "Even if his leg is broken, you can still send someone to his house to find him. These gambling addicts have been cooped up at home for so long, they definitely can't resist anymore."

"Brother Bing, we've found two people who know him well. We'll go to his house to find him when his family isn't home!" the subordinate said immediately.

"Go! Hurry up!" Master Bing nodded slightly.

……

Time flies and it's Chinese New Year.

After putting up couplets at home in the morning, Chen Wujun went to the martial arts school to put them up as well.

Senior Brother Li isn't here; he must be with Master.

When he got home, he found there was someone else in his house.

Shufen.

Chen Wuqi was jumping around on the sofa watching cartoons.

The little girl, dressed in somewhat worn clothes, stood in the corner, wanting to help with something, but her mother, Huang Meizhen, wouldn't let her. She could only stand there awkwardly, her hands struggling with the hem of her clothes.

"Brother!" Chen Wuqi exclaimed happily upon seeing his second brother.

"Shufen, what happened to your hands?" Chen Wujun noticed the numerous cracks on Shufen's hands as soon as he entered the room.

Shufen looked down at her hands, then put them behind her back.

"That gossipy old woman surnamed Yu upstairs is a real scoundrel. I always said she's stingy, so why is she being so kind this time, contributing money with everyone else?"

"She makes Shufen work for her family every day for 20 yuan a month. She's treating this child like a child laborer!" Huang Meizhen said angrily as she came out of the kitchen, holding Shufen's hand and seeing the many cuts on it. Her eyes were full of heartache.

"Don't go to work for her tomorrow, and don't take her 20 yuan. We'll pay for it ourselves."

"Ignore whatever she says."

"Is there anything else you need at home?" Chen Wujun asked.

"We're out of alcohol at home, go buy two bottles," Huang Meizhen said casually.

Chen Wujun turned around and went out to buy wine, but went straight upstairs. When he arrived at one of the doors, he saw that the iron gate was closed.

After thinking for a moment, I went downstairs and made a phone call as I walked.

"Ah Fei, get someone to fetch two bags of shit!"

"Brother Jun, who offended you? It's the New Year!" Afei was a little puzzled. Throwing shit at someone during the New Year, you couldn't do such a thing without some deep hatred.

"Remember that gambling addict from last time, the one who beat his wife to death, the one with only a daughter at home?"

Chen Wujun recounted the story.

"How inhuman! Her parents are all dead, she's already suffered enough, and they even bully a little girl like her! I'll have someone take care of it right away." After hearing the whole story, A-Fei immediately patted his chest and guaranteed it.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Wujun put the matter aside and went to buy wine as if nothing had happened.

Even those at the very bottom of society will bully those weaker than themselves, given the chance.

The ordinary neighbors in the walled city are generally kind-hearted, but there are quite a few people like that.

He already knew this.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, every family in the village was happily eating their New Year's meal. No matter how tired they were on weekdays, they relaxed and rewarded themselves at this time.

The family living upstairs from Chen Wujun's house consists of a man surnamed Wang and a woman surnamed Yu, and they have two children.

Just as the food was served, there was a knock on the door.

The man walked over with a puzzled look and opened the wooden door, only to see two unfamiliar young men standing outside the iron gate.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Is your surname Wang, and your wife's surname Yu?" a young man asked.

Seeing the man nod, he said, "Then that's correct."

The two then took out two black, foul-smelling plastic bags from the bag they were carrying. The man sensed something was wrong and immediately tried to close the door.

However, one of the henchmen simply stuck his hand between the iron gate bars to block the gate, while another man poured the excrement from the bag into it.

A foul stench immediately filled the air.

"What are you going to do?" The man's face turned green.

"You even bully children without parents! I despise scum like you the most!"

"This time I'll teach you a lesson. Go eat shit during the New Year!"

"I'll break your legs next time!"

(End of this chapter)