Courtyard House: Initial Donation of 50 Million

The Shahe Gang provoked Zhao Tianba twice, only to have his deception exposed in public once and be easily defeated the other time. Zhao Tianba, the gang leader, felt utterly humiliated and harbored deep hatred for Huang Feihong and the suddenly appearing Wang Huanbo. Coupled with the encouragement of potential foreign influence behind him (hinted at in the film as a connection to the Jishan Foreign Firm), he decided to stop his petty squabbles and take drastic measures to establish his authority!

On a dark and windy night, several shadowy figures silently crept to the back wall of Po Chi Lam. The leader, a wiry man with a sinister gaze, carried a pair of gleaming crutches—the very same martial arts instructor hired at great expense by the Shahe Gang! The others were also skilled members of the gang, carrying kerosene canisters and tinderboxes, their intention clear—arson! They not only wanted to destroy Po Chi Lam, but also create chaos, and perhaps even take advantage of the confusion to kill!

The group scaled the wall with the agility of cats, their movements practiced and skillful, clearly not their first time committing this sort of crime. However, the moment they entered the shadows of the courtyard, a figure darker than the night itself silently approached them like a ghost. It was Wang Huanbo, who had already sensed them thanks to his extraordinary hearing! He didn't immediately alert the others, wanting to see what the other party's intentions were.

The instructor of the cross-shaped cane made a gesture, and several gang members immediately pulled out kerosene cans, ready to pour it out. Wang Huanbo's eyes turned cold, and a murderous intent arose instantly! Arson was no small matter; if it succeeded, the consequences would be unimaginable! With a thought, the pair of Nepalese kukri knives (dog-leg knives) meticulously crafted from special alloys at the steel rolling mill instantly fell into his hands from the system space! The blades were jet black, almost not reflecting light in the dim moonlight, with only a cold, eerie glint flowing from the edge, exuding a dangerous killing intent.

Just as one of the gang members raised the kerosene can, about to pour it onto the woodshed, Wang Huanbo moved! He pushed off with his feet, the blue bricks on the ground creaking slightly, and he shot out like an arrow! The curved knife in his hand drew a strange arc, not to cut anyone, but to precisely slash at the handle of the can!

"Swoosh—!" A very slight yet sharp cutting sound rang out! The sturdy hemp rope handle snapped in response! The kerosene can crashed to the ground with a "clang," splattering oil everywhere! Almost simultaneously, Wang Huanbo flipped his curved knife in his left hand and slammed the back of the blade hard against the wrist of one of the gang members!

"Crack!" The clear sound of bone breaking was particularly jarring in the silent night! The gang member let out a shrill scream, clutching his wrist and rolling on the ground!

"An ambush!" The instructor of the cross-staff was both shocked and furious. He roared, and saw a dark figure rushing towards him with a cold wind! Without thinking, he swung his right cross-staff, bringing a vicious gust of wind, and smashed it down on the dark figure's head! If this blow landed, his brains would surely splatter!

Wang Huanbo neither dodged nor evaded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He raised his left-hand curved blade from bottom to top, meeting the iron crutch that was smashing down head-on! He wanted to test the sharpness of this special alloy!

"Clang—Crack!!!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing against metal rang out! Immediately followed by a teeth-grinding sound of metal snapping! The instructor of the cross-arm crutch felt an irresistible force surge through him; his hand split open, leaving his right hand empty! He looked down in utter horror to see his finely crafted iron cross-arm crutch, which had been his companion for many years, had been sliced ​​off more than a foot long by that strangely shaped curved blade as easily as cutting tofu! The cut was smooth as a mirror!

The instructor was dumbfounded, unable to believe his eyes! This... how could this be?! Even the finest swords and sabers couldn't so easily cut through a cross-shaped crutch made of wrought iron!

At this moment, Pork Wing, who was on night watch, was startled by the screams and fighting. He rushed over, carrying the door bar, and shouted, "What the hell?!"

Huang Feihong and his other disciples were also awakened and rushed out of the room with their weapons.

"Don't let any of them escape!" The instructor of the cross-staff gang, though startled, remained calm. He was a ruthless and experienced character. Wielding his broken crutch, he lunged forward and attacked Wang Huanbo again! The other gang members also charged in, each wielding knives and clubs, roaring as they attacked! The courtyard instantly descended into chaos!

Seeing this, Wong Fei-hung immediately engaged the most skilled martial artist, the instructor of the Cross-Crutch, wielding a long white waxwood staff that was impenetrable to water. He clashed with the broken crutch, the staff and crutch flashing and whistling in fierce combat. Wang Huanbo, meanwhile, took the initiative to face several other gang members wielding knives. With two knives in hand, his movements were as elusive as a ghost!

One of the gang members yelled and swung his knife straight at Wang Huanbo's face! Wang Huanbo parried with his right curved knife, and a loud "clang!" resounded! The expected evenly matched battle did not occur. Instead, a huge nick appeared in the gang member's knife, the blade twisted and almost broken in two! The gang member felt a tremendous force, his hand was torn open, and the knife flew out of his hand! Wang Huanbo followed up with a side kick, sending the gang member flying several meters, crashing into the wall, and losing consciousness.

Another man attacked from the side, slashing at Wang Huanbo's ribs! Wang Huanbo, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, didn't even look, and with a swift backhand slash, he delivered a sharp, sweeping blow! With a soft "whoosh," like a hot knife through butter, the man's single-edged sword was cleanly severed in half! The front half of the blade clattered to the ground! The gang member stared dumbfounded at the bare hilt in his hand, then was struck down by Wang Huanbo's elbow as he turned.

In the chaos of battle, Wang Huanbo wielded his twin blades, showcasing the terrifying power of his special alloy curved swords! Parrying, blocking, slashing, and cutting! The weapons of the Shahe gang members, whether ordinary iron knives or wrought iron rods, all shattered and chipped when clashed with these futuristic blades! For a time, the courtyard was filled with the clanging of weapons breaking and the screams of the enemy! Wang Huanbo didn't use lethal force, relying mainly on the back of the blades to strike and skillfully subdue his enemies, but the invincible sharpness displayed by his curved swords had completely shocked everyone present! With flashing blades, he moved like a tiger among sheep, unstoppable!

During a lull in his fierce battle with the instructor, Wong Fei-hung caught a glimpse of the fight on Wang Huanbo's side and was astonished: "Brother Wang, these strange weapons of yours are so sharp?! I wonder what kind of meteorite iron they were forged from?!" He gripped his long staff even tighter, determined to take down his opponent as soon as possible.

Soon, with the combined efforts of the Baozhilin gang, all the Shahe gang members were subdued. The cross-knuckle instructor was also struck in an acupoint by Huang Feihong's "Kui Xing Points at the Dipper," and collapsed to the ground.

The battle ended, leaving the courtyard in a state of chaos. The air was thick with the smells of kerosene and blood. The captured gang members gritted their teeth and refused to confess, but their identities and the tools used to start the fire spoke volumes.

Huang Feihong's expression was solemn as he solemnly clasped his hands in a fist and bow to Wang Huanbo: "Brother Wang, we owe you a great debt tonight! If you hadn't discovered it in time, Po Chi Lam would have been destroyed tonight! We, Huang and the entire Po Chi Lam, will never forget this kindness!" He looked at the pair of gleaming curved swords in Wang Huanbo's hands and was filled with emotion.

Wang Huanbo sheathed his sword (pretending it was in a sheath, but actually stored in his spatial storage), and calmly said, "Master Huang, you flatter me. It's just my duty. The Shahe Gang has gone this far time and again; it seems there's no turning back now. We need to prepare for this."

After that night, Wang Huanbo's unpredictable skills, especially his pair of indestructible, strangely shaped scimitars, were deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone at Baozhilin. Huang Feihong's trust and reliance on him reached a new height. And the deep waters of Foshan, because of the intrusion of this "dragon crossing the river," were stirred up with even greater waves. The real storm was about to arrive.