Physical enlightenment begins with Xingyi Quan

shame.

An unprecedented humiliation.

He, Chen Wanglong, is the most dazzling genius in Yilin County in recent years. He is a prodigy who broke through the Ming Jin level in half a year and the An Jin level at the age of eighteen at Zhenlei Martial Arts School. He is a future star that the Zhao family has been recruiting with all their might and has placed high hopes on.

In full view of everyone, he was punched back three steps by a bastard from Mudfish Bay and forced to kneel on the ground in front of everyone!

This happened right after he made his sarcastic remarks and expressed his determination to win.

The gazes around them were filled with shock, horror, disbelief, and even a hint of pleasure.

Like red-hot steel needles, they pierced his spine one by one.

"A bastard son... a lowly bastard who crawled out of the stinking ditch of Mudfish Bay!" Chen Wanglong roared hoarsely, "Why... why are you standing here? Why can you take my punch? Why—dare to make me kneel?!"

Chen Jianghe stood quietly.

His right hand hung naturally at his side, his breathing long and steady, as if the earth-shattering punch he had just delivered was merely a casual flick of the wrist.

He looked at his cousin, who seemed to have gone mad, and there was no smugness or mockery in his eyes, only a deep, calm stillness.

This calmness stung Chen Wanglong more than any mockery.

"I kill you--!"

Chen Wanglong completely lost his mind.

Chen Wanglong's blood and qi suddenly surged, his skin flushed an abnormal red, and his veins bulged and writhed like small snakes.

He pushed the powerful force passed down from Zhenlei Martial Arts School to its limit, unleashing both fists simultaneously.

One punch aimed straight at Chen Jianghe's face, while another was hidden in his ribs, ready to strike at his heart at any moment.

This is Zhenlei Martial Arts School's "Double Thunder Break," known for its fierce and violent nature, emphasizing unstoppable advance and using brute force to overcome skill.

At this moment, Chen Wanglong attacked with hatred in his heart. His fist tore through the air and even brought with it the sound of wind and thunder!

Chen Jianghe's eyes narrowed.

He could see that Chen Wanglong had completely lost his mind. Although his punch was powerful and heavy, it was completely disorganized and full of flaws.

But precisely because of this, it is even more dangerous.

A madman who disregards life and death and only wants to perish together with others can often unleash a destructive force far exceeding his usual level.

You can't force it.

Chen Jianghe lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body sliding sideways like a ghost.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, his movements seemingly slow but actually swift, sliding half a step to the left.

This step was executed with perfect precision, just enough to allow Chen Wanglong's furious thunderous fist to glide past his chest.

The fierce wind of the punch swept past, and the indigo fabric ripped open with a "rip," revealing the well-defined muscles underneath.

Chen Wanglong's punch missed, and he staggered. His eyes turned even redder, and he swung his leg straight at Chen Jianghe's waist and abdomen!

Chen Jianghe twisted his waist and hips, his body drifting backward like a fish following the wind from his legs. At the same time, his right hand, with fingers pointing like a knife, stabbed towards the back of Chen Wanglong's supporting leg's knee with lightning speed!

Before the finger arrives, the hidden force is already unleashed.

A subtle, yin-like force penetrated from a distance, and Chen Wanglong felt a numbness in his right knee. His entire leg instantly lost its strength, and the momentum of his sweeping kick vanished.

"you--"

Chen Wanglong was both shocked and furious. He raised his left fist again, but it was a chaotic and disorderly punch.

Chen Jianghe, however, became increasingly composed.

He used the Shadow Step technique, his body moving nimbly and agilely within a small space, always managing to evade Chen Wanglong's frenzied attacks at the last possible moment.

At the same time, he used both hands, either fingers or palms, to poke or slap, each strike precise and ruthless, targeting Chen Wanglong's joints, tendons, and points of blood circulation.

After only seven or eight moves, Chen Wanglong was already struggling to keep up.

His right arm was crippled, his left fist was chaotic and disorganized, and his right knee was injured by a hidden force, causing him to stagger.

What alarmed him even more was that Chen Jianghe's hidden strength was extremely insidious. With each contact, a soft force would penetrate his body, like a bone-deep infection, constantly eroding his blood circulation.

"Bang!"

Chen Jianghe delivered a drilling punch, penetrating Chen Wanglong's open side.

The hidden force penetrates the body.

Chen Wanglong groaned, his face turned deathly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He staggered backward, looking down at his ribs.

The collar was intact, with only a shallow fist mark, but inside... the ribs were broken and the internal organs were injured!

"No...impossible..." Chen Wanglong muttered to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief. "I am a genius of Zhenlei Martial Arts School...a distinguished guest of the Zhao family...how could I...lose to you, a mere illegitimate son..."

"Get out of my way!" Chen Wanglong roared, ignoring his surging blood and qi, forcefully channeling his inner strength, his right leg sweeping like a steel whip, aiming straight for Chen Jianghe's waist and abdomen, intending to force his opponent back and regroup.

Chen Jianghe, however, did not retreat but advanced!

He suddenly lowered his waist and hips, shrinking his body to barely avoid the sweeping leg. At the same time, his right hand, like a snake emerging from its hole, formed a claw with its five fingers and accurately grabbed Chen Wanglong's right ankle, which had not yet been retracted!

"Oh no!" Chen Wanglong was terrified, but Chen Jianghe exhaled and used his waist and back to swing Chen Wanglong half a circle and slam him hard to the ground!

"boom!"

The blue bricks shattered, and dust rose everywhere.

Chen Wanglong was thrown around so hard he was dizzy and disoriented, his internal organs shifted, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Before he could even struggle to his feet, Chen Jianghe had already stomped on his chest, releasing a subtle burst of energy that dissipated his blood and qi, leaving him utterly powerless.

Chen Jianghe lowered his head, his eyes still calm and unwavering, looking at his once unapproachable cousin, who was now as pathetic as a dead dog.

He raised his right foot and moved it above Chen Wanglong's lower abdomen, his strength contained but not yet released, his intention self-evident.

Crush his cultivation to prevent future trouble!

"stop!"

"How dare you, junior!"

Two angry shouts, one sharp and the other ancient and majestic, rang out almost simultaneously!

One of them was Zhao Mingyuan, who was right next to Chen Wanglong. Seeing Chen Wanglong in danger, he could no longer hold back. He drew his long sword, which turned into a streak of cold light and went straight for Chen Jianghe's nape!

The blade strikes were ruthless and swift, showing no mercy!

The other voice came from outside the security company's courtyard wall; it was old yet contained a chilling majesty, like muffled thunder rolling across the sky.

At the same time, a mighty and vast aura, as imposing as a mountain, suddenly descended from afar and locked onto Chen Jianghe!

Grandmaster of Internal Energy!

Chen Jianghe felt a chill run down his spine, and a deadly sense of crisis instantly gripped his heart.

If he insists on crippling Chen Wanglong, he will not have time to dodge Zhao Mingyuan's backstab, and may even be killed by the impending thunderous attack!

In a flash, he made a decision.

The direction of his right foot suddenly changed, and he stomped hard on Chen Wanglong's right elbow joint!

"Snap!"

The sickening sound of bones cracking rang out clearly.

"Ah—! My hand!!" Chen Wanglong let out a heart-wrenching scream, clearly his tendons and bones were broken.

Using the force of that stomp, Chen Jianghe spun rapidly like a top, narrowly dodging Zhao Mingyuan's blade aimed at the back of his neck.

As the blade swept past, his clothes ripped open on his shoulder with a "hiss," leaving a shallow bloodstain.

Almost at the same moment he spun around to avoid it—

A gray figure drifted in from outside the courtyard wall like a ghost, silent and without a sound, yet carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

It was an old man dressed in a gray cloth robe, with a thin face, cloudy eyes, and an inconspicuous ebony cane in his hand.

While he was still in mid-air, his right palm had already struck down!

Before the palm strike even arrived, a terrifying sense of oppression had already enveloped the entire arena!

Chen Jianghe's pupils suddenly contracted.

He tried to retreat, but found that his aura was locked, and he was stuck in the mud, unable to move!

This is the power of Transformation Force! It can exert force from a distance and lock onto the opponent's energy, something that even a martial artist with Dark Force cannot withstand!

The gray-robed old man looked at Chen Jianghe with his cloudy eyes, spoke indifferently, his voice hoarse: "So young, yet so vicious, so ruthless. Keeping you in this world is nothing but a curse."

It seemed that Chen Jianghe was about to be killed on the spot by this Grandmaster of Internal Energy—

"Tsk, it's so lively here?"

A lazy voice suddenly rang out in the courtyard.

The voice was not loud, and even a little muffled, as if the person had just woken up and had a nasal tone.

But this lazy tone of voice was like a spring breeze melting snow, instantly dispelling the overwhelming pressure of the gray-robed old man's internal energy!

The old man in the gray robe's expression changed drastically, and he turned his head sharply!