Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

After taking off his clothes and throwing away four sandbags, Zhang Dabiao walked to the center of the circle drawn with white lime.

He clasped his hands together, his knuckles cracking as he pressed them.

"Zhang Dabiao, Hongmen Iron Wire Palm, Bajiquan, please instruct me."

The voice was deep and steady, echoing along the walls of the bridge arch and resonating throughout the entire area.

Around the Lunar New Year, Master Qin Dingsong specially sought out an old master of Bajiquan. The old master didn't teach anything else, only a move called "Iron Mountain Lean." Zhang Dabiao practiced this move every day in the east courtyard, standing in the Liangyi stance and practicing his breathing. There was a thick jujube tree in the courtyard, and he had worn off a large piece of bark from it by leaning against it. He practiced for a full six months, and while he wasn't exactly an expert, he was more than capable of dealing with ordinary people.

The children of high-ranking officials immediately erupted in uproar.

Zhao Weiguo's eyes widened, and he turned to ask Tian Yiming, "Does this kid have a master? Or is he just some charlatan who hangs out in the alleys?"

Tian Yiming swallowed hard. "I didn't know. When he used to hit us, it was just a slap in the face. How would I know he had a teacher? Isn't he a painter and musician?"

"I've heard of Iron Wire Palm, it's an external martial art, but Bajiquan is a style of boxing that's really about killing someone."

Yang Yibai stood at the front of the crowd, her face turning deathly pale instantly.

She had initially thought Zhang Dabiao was just a thug with brute strength who bullied people because of his size. Now that she heard he had a proper apprenticeship, much of her arrogance dissipated. Her fingers gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her palms sweating profusely.

Yang Weihong stood opposite Zhang Dabiao, her expression completely frozen.

His heart was pounding, and his scalp was tingling.

This kid across from me unloaded eighty pounds of iron shot, and now he's revealing such a formidable lineage.

This isn't a friendly exchange; it's like hitting a brick wall.

But now hundreds of eyes are watching, including the director of the sports commission, senior figures in the martial arts circle, and the police.

The arrow is on the string, and it must be released.

Yang Weihong took a deep breath, suppressing the panic in her heart, and returned the greeting with clasped hands.

"please."

Outside the venue, the children from the hutongs were also discussing it animatedly.

Sha Zhu squatted on the stone pier under the bridge arch. "When did Da Biao learn martial arts? I thought he was like me, just throwing wild punches. At least I trained in wrestling with the old master at Tianqiao for a few days."

Xu Damao, hiding behind Sha Zhu, peeked out and muttered, "I knew this guy was a master of deception. He always looks all smiles, but when it comes to a fight, he's a living devil. Yang Weihong is done for today."

Mu Wanqing stood at the front of the crowd, tightly holding the long-sleeved shirt that Zhang Dabiao had just taken off.

The four heavy iron pellets were right at her feet.

Her nails dug deep into her palms, and her lips turned white from biting them.

Qin Jingru held Mu Wanqing's arm and whispered to comfort her, "Sister Wanqing, don't worry. Brother Da Biao is very good. Our village's brigade leader taught him kung fu for three years. Brother Da Biao will definitely win."

He Yushui nodded in agreement: "That's right, Da Biao never does anything he's not sure he can do."

Mu Wanqing shook her head, her voice trembling: "I don't ask him to win, I only ask that he not get hurt."

The bald referee on the sidelines raised his right hand and chopped it down sharply.

"start!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Yang Weihong made her move.

Those who have served in the military believe that striking first is advantageous, while striking later will bring disaster.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his whole body rushed straight towards Zhang Dabiao with a strong wind.

Without any probing, they came straight for the kill.

With a feint from his left hand, he threw a punch straight at Zhang Dabiao's face.

Zhang Dabiao raised his left arm to block.

Taking advantage of this opening, Yang Weihong quickly lowered her body and delivered a powerful whip kick to Zhang Dabiao's left ribs.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

That was the sound of real muscles colliding.

Zhang Dabiao winced in pain, his brow furrowing slightly.

Yang Weihong struck a successful blow, giving Zhang Dabiao no chance to catch his breath.

Several more punches landed on Zhang Dabiao's head, and he quickly covered his head with his hands.

Yang Weihong swept her right leg forward, executing a standard tripping throw, which Zhang Dabiao barely managed to dodge.

Those who have served in the military are different; there's no respite, and Zhang Dabiao isn't given any time to rest. Just as Zhang Dabiao regained his footing, Yang Weihong gripped his shoulders tightly, trying to knock him down.

Zhang Dabiao's practical experience is indeed not as rich as Yang Weihong's.

He lost his balance and staggered backward three or four steps.

The children of the compound immediately erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Great job, Brother Wei Hong!"

"Take him down!"

Yang Yibai also shouted out, a smug look on her face.

Zhang Dabiao retreated to the edge of the circle drawn with white lime, managing to steady himself.

He did not fall.

Only a few drops of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He raised the back of his hand, casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and grinned at Yang Weihong.

"Good strength, let's try again."

Looking at Zhang Dabiao's nonchalant expression, Yang Weihong's unease grew stronger.

He used 60% of his strength in that elbow strike.

Even if an ordinary person's ribs don't break, they would be in so much pain that they would be lying on the ground unable to get up.

But Zhang Dabiao only took a few steps back, and before he could even catch his breath, he stood up straight again.

Yang Weihong gritted her teeth and rushed forward again.

He refused to believe in bad luck and was determined to beat this kid to a pulp today.

The two instantly became entangled in combat.

Yang Weihong's offensive was extremely fierce, and every move she made exuded the ruthlessness she had developed in the military.

A left hook strikes the jaw.

He slammed a right hook into her cheek.

He hugged his neck with both hands and thrust his knees upwards wildly.

Every blow landed squarely on Zhang Dabiao.

The fist slammed into the muscle, making a dull "thump, thump" sound.

Zhang Dabiao covered his head with his hands and nailed his feet to the ground.

He gave up dodging and relied solely on his physical strength to withstand Yang Weihong's attacks.

Occasionally, when he finds an opening, Zhang Dabiao will suddenly throw a punch or slap someone.

Zhang Dabiao's movements were not as fluid as Yang Weihong's, but his strength was astonishing.

Yang Weihong was unable to dodge in time and was punched in the nose by Zhang Dabiao.

Blood spurted out instantly.

Then he was slapped again on the corner of his eyebrow, the skin split open and blood flowed down his cheek.

The two exchanged blows, which gradually turned into a physical brawl where neither side could defend themselves.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded.

The cheers from the children of high-ranking officials gradually subsided until they fell completely silent.

Zhao Weiguo opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

The children in the alley also gasped in surprise.

Sha Zhu looked completely incredulous.

"Is Zhang Dabiao some kind of steel plate that's come to life? He just won't come down no matter how hard you try!"

Liu Guangqi swallowed hard: "With Da Biao's physical condition... why is he studying art? Wouldn't it be better to study sports or join the army?"

Director Tang and two senior figures in the martial arts world, who were on the sidelines, also figured out what was going on.

Grandpa Feng stroked his white beard and nodded repeatedly.

"This kid's ability to withstand blows is unparalleled in my life. He has mastered the external martial arts to the bone."

"but--"

They all remained silent for a while.

"If this continues, I'm afraid it will result in both sides suffering heavy losses."

"These two are both promising talents; it would be such a waste to let them go to waste..."