Half-human, half-ghost, the number one divine fist

The backyard of Jinrong Casino.

Lin Fusheng twisted his waist and lowered his shoulders, his right fist suddenly piercing out from under his ribs with a short, sharp sound, completing the last move of the Liuhequan.

The fist paused just before making contact, but the force burst forth, causing a slight ripple in the air a foot away.

He slowly withdrew his arms, and the white steam rising from his body gradually subsided. His surging blood and qi returned to his internal organs and meridians like the receding tide, leaving only the warm residual heat under his skin and a full, slightly numb feeling between his muscles and bones.

Breathing becomes deep, long, and even.

Ironclad Stance (Perfect: 336/400): Health +336%

Qi and Blood: 24 (+80.64)

Six Harmony Fist (Minor Success: 101/200): Attack +101%

Attack: 13 (+13.13)

Data emerges.

With the base Qi and Blood increased to 24, and with the Iron Armor Stance buff, the actual Qi and Blood steadily exceeded 100.

The river of power within the body grows ever wider, deeper, and thicker, and the barrier of the 'iron armor' that tightens the skin becomes increasingly clear and resilient.

With the Liuhequan technique reaching a minor level of mastery, the sluggishness in the transitions between moves has been greatly reduced, and the power exertion has become more transparent. The speed at which the power of the final punch is concentrated and released is more than 30% faster than before.

Pure strength, thanks to the combined effects of percentage bonuses and foundational enhancement, is nearly twice as strong as it was half a month ago.

In addition, the base attributes have been upgraded to 11 for defense and 10 for agility.

The blood and qi permeate the skin, muscles, and bones, eventually rising slowly like water on a sandy beach, lifting the foundation of the entire body.

"Another solid step forward."

Lin Fusheng muttered to himself, loosening his fist, feeling a slight numbness from the rushing blood to his fingertips.

"Foreman Lin!"

An uneasy shout came from the narrow doorway of the front hall.

Xiao Tian strode in, his face pale, and said in a low voice, "Headmaster Lin, Steward Song... Old Man Song said he had an emergency at home this afternoon and took leave. He's worried that you'll have to personally oversee and handle the closing of accounts and other matters tonight."

The words were spoken politely, but the tension in his tone and the unspoken implication of "it just so happens to be today" were all too clear.

Lin Fusheng's gaze narrowed slightly.

Is Song Laogen asking for leave?

today?

That old fox has the keenest nose, and the dog has the greatest luck; it probably caught a whiff of something and slipped away beforehand.

"It seems they might be preparing to make their move today."

He understood in his heart, but only gave Xiao Tian a polite "hmm" in response.

Seeing his calm demeanor, Xiao Tian's lips trembled with anxiety. He couldn't help but take another half step forward, his voice trembling, "Chief Lin, what... what should we do now? Should we hide for a while? Or, could you go to Uncle Rong's place right now?"

Lin Fusheng didn't even lift his eyelids: "Leaving now would be desertion, the first rule of the gang: three cuts and six holes. Going to Uncle Rong's place won't do any good either."

"But…"

"Go down and do what you need to do."

Lin Fusheng interrupted him.

Urgent, but useless.

there is always a solution to a problem.

Xiao Tian felt suffocated by his unyielding attitude. Seeing him slowly begin practicing the Six Harmonies Fist, a nameless anger mixed with despair suddenly surged up within him.

He stomped his foot hard, turned around and left, his steps heavy and hurried.

The cotton curtain rustled as the person went out, but the barely suppressed, tearful complaint still crept in:

"Would it have killed you to have just humbled yourself and begged Hua for your life?"

"All you ever do is practice! Practice! Now you know how to practice! What the hell were you doing all this time?!"

"It's over, it's all over..."

The sound faded into the distance, eventually swallowed up by the noise in the front hall.

Lin Fusheng shook his head and continued practicing his boxing.

Each move was slower and heavier than before, with every movement drawing upon the more than one hundred points of vital energy within the body, and the iron armor beneath the skin undulating slightly with the contraction and relaxation of the muscles.

To flee would mean certain death.

The vast Tongxin Society shows no mercy to defectors.

Asking for help?

It's too late.

Hua Wendong is not here, Song Laogen has slipped away, and Men Ye harbors ulterior motives.

Uncle Rong is too far away to help someone in a crisis; even if he were to arrive, the matter would have already been settled.

Moreover, even if we escape today, what about tomorrow?

Amidst the muffled whistling of punches, he performed two more sets of Liuhequan, his breathing steady. He then sat down to rest, mentally rehearsing the various scenarios that might occur that night.

If Jin Yulou comes, the biggest variable will be Tie Jin.

Gang fights have unwritten rules.

If the other side knows that you only have Stone Skin Town guarding the place, but still openly sends Iron Ridge to attack, it's like tearing off the mask of civility and showing contempt for the dignity of the entire opposing gang. This will inevitably lead to a full-scale bloodbath, and the cost will be too high.

Therefore, it's highly likely that they'll send stone skin, possibly more than one or two, to gain an absolute advantage, but there shouldn't be any iron cores. Jin Yulou's own iron cores will also need to be stationed at their stronghold.

Hua Wendong's well-timed absence provided the other side with the perfect reason and opportunity to take action.

"Anyone who comes here with stone skin... will not survive."

Lin Fusheng's gaze was calm. "After three months of training, we'll see what it's all about. I've achieved minor mastery of Liuhequan and am nearing perfection in Tieyizhuang... All my chips are here."

"Either die here tonight, or step over you and keep climbing up."

He got up and walked into the front hall of the gambling den.

As darkness fell, gas lamps were lit one by one, casting a dim, yellowish light on the blue bricks.

The noise seemed louder than usual, mixed with the wild laughter of winners, the curses of losers, and a barely perceptible tension in the air.

The men walked faster than usual, their eyes frequently glancing at the gate and the narrow corridor leading to the backyard.

When the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up, but now, Lin Fusheng is the only tall person left.

Time passed, and the hands of the Western round clock pointed to nine o'clock.

The streets and alleys were at their busiest at that time of day, brightly lit and teeming with people.

Inside the gambling den, the noise almost lifted the roof off. The sounds of dice, dominoes, shouts, and curses mingled into a boiling ocean, filled with thick smoke.

Lin Fusheng sat on a hardwood chair near the accounting office in the front hall. The position was inconspicuous, but he could see the main entrance and most of the gambling tables.

He stood upright, hands on his knees, his face expressionless, quietly watching the commotion, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the doorway and key passageways.

Men Ye leaned against a pillar with his arms crossed, and when his eyes swept over Lin Fusheng, he curled his lips slightly.

"Pretending to be something you're not. Still putting on airs even when you're about to die?"

He scoffed inwardly, his eyes frequently glancing towards the door, his ears perked up.

Xiao Tian and several other thugs who knew the truth were scattered around the gambling table, their eyes darting around, their faces pale, and their eyes filled with barely concealed panic.

Just then—

The heavy doors of the gambling den were suddenly pushed open from the outside, slamming against the wall with a loud bang!

The noise stopped for a moment.

More than twenty dark figures rushed in. The two in the lead were a man with a sinister face and eyes as cold as a viper's forked tongue; the other was taciturn, with dark skin and thick, protruding knuckles, and was none other than Old Black from Jin Yulou.

Behind him were ten burly men, each wielding a thick-backed machete and a short, hardwood club with an iron-tipped end, all gleaming coldly.

Without hesitation, the group of men swung their sticks and smashed them down hard on the corner of the gambling table!

"Snap!"

Wood chips flew everywhere, and dice cups, dominoes, and chips were scattered all over the floor.

"Sihaimen is handling this! Anyone who doesn't want to die, get the hell out of here!" Old Hei roared, his voice shaking the roof tiles.

The gambling den was in complete chaos!

The gamblers paused for a second before recognizing the two leaders.

The two head guards of Jinyulou, a subordinate building of Sihaimen.

Old Black and Yin Finger.

Gang war!

Terrified screams and cries erupted, and the crowd scattered like startled fish, pushing and trampling as they desperately surged toward the main and side doors, knocking the gambling tables to one side and overturning them.

A few timid ones huddled in the corner under the table, trembling with fear.

In the chaos, Old Hei's cold gaze swept across the entire room, finally settling on Lin Fusheng. In the entire front hall, only the person in that chair remained firmly seated.

"Who is Lin Fusheng?"

Old Hei stepped forward, his large foot stomping heavily on the scattered silver coins, his voice filled with murderous intent, "Get the hell out here!"

Lin Fusheng stood up.

He moved unhurriedly, pushing aside two panicked gamblers, and walked to a slightly more open area to face Old Black and the sinister-looking man.

"I am Lin Fusheng." His voice was unusually clear and calm amidst the gradually calming chaos. "What does Sihaimen mean by this? Are they trying to sabotage my Tongxin Society's event?"

"To cause trouble?"

Old Black grinned, revealing yellow teeth, his eyes gleaming with ferocity. "Today I'm not only going to smash up your place, I'm going to chop you up! Get him!"

Before he finished speaking, his right hand, as large as a fan, spread its five fingers wide, bringing with it a fierce wind, and slammed down on Lin Fusheng's head!

Simple and brutal, powerful and heavy, aiming for a quick victory and a fatal blow.

At the same time, ten men behind him shouted in unison, brandishing their weapons and charging fiercely at the thugs who had barely gathered inside the gambling den!

"Brothers, let's fight!"

Xiao Tian's face turned pale. He let out a hoarse shout and drew his short sword to meet a burly man who was slashing at him.

The other thugs also turned red-eyed and shouted to fight back.

The sounds of wooden sticks clashing with machetes, roars, and screams instantly filled the air.

Almost at the same moment that Lao Hei made his move, the sinister man who had been silent all along moved his Yin finger.

He slid forward and lunged at Men Ye, who was standing by the pillar. His finger strikes were sharp and aimed straight for his throat.

Kadono's pupils constricted sharply!

He naturally recognized the two men; they were both renowned stone-skinning experts from Jin Yu Lou, with many lives on their hands.

Yin Zhi's finger technique is insidious and ruthless, while Lao Hei is strong and thick-skinned, skilled at trading injury for life. The arrival of the two together brought far more pressure than anticipated.

"Oh shit!"

Monno cursed under his breath, his short blade flashing out to parry the finger that was thrusting at him. He quickly shifted his feet, trying to create distance and maneuver.

The entire front hall of the Jinrong Casino was instantly transformed into a battlefield where blood and flesh flew everywhere.

At the heart of the battle, Old Black's massive hand, powerful enough to shatter bricks, had already brought a fierce gust of wind to Lin Fusheng's head.

The moment the palm struck, Lin Fusheng's foot spun on the blue brick, his body advancing instead of retreating, barely dodging the edge of the palm with his shoulder. The force of the palm pierced his ear with a sharp pain.

At the same time, two machetes slashed down from the left and right sides!

Lin Fusheng crossed his arms and mounted the sword, using a variation of the Iron Armor Pole "Iron Bridge Carrying the Mountain" stance, his forearm slamming hard against the side of the blade.

"Clang! Clang!"

Two piercing metallic clangs rang out! The burly man wielding the knife shuddered violently, nearly dropping the blade, which bounced upwards from his grasp.

Lin Fusheng felt a strong shock in his arms, the force dissipated by the fluctuations in his iron armor, leaving only a dull pain in his skin, without any blood.

Old Hei's palm strike missed, so he changed his attack to a grab, his five fingers like hooks reaching towards his heart, while his other hand clenched into a fist and smashed horizontally at his temple, his offensive ruthless and skillful.

Lin Fusheng twisted his waist and leaned back, narrowly avoiding the heart-snatching claw, and raised his left arm to block the heavy punch aimed at his temple.

"Bang!"

The fist slammed into the forearm, producing a dull thud like striking thick leather.

Lin Fusheng swayed slightly. Old Hei's punch was extremely powerful, causing his blood and qi to surge, but his arm bones were unharmed.

It's now!

Taking advantage of the moment when Lao Hei's punch was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, Lin Fusheng's right fist suddenly shot out from his waist, without any fancy moves, only speed and power concentrated to the extreme.

Liuhequan!

The fist pierced the air, accompanied by a short, sharp whistle, and struck directly at Old Black's wide-open chest and abdomen.

In his haste, Lao Hei only had time to hunch his shoulders and pull in his stomach, instinctively raising his arms to protect himself.

"Thump!"

The heavy, muffled sound was like a heavy hammer striking a sandbag.

Old Hei's burly body trembled violently, his feet left the ground and he staggered backward, taking four or five steps before barely regaining his balance. His face flushed instantly, and he swallowed hard, his chest and abdomen were in disarray, and his breathing became labored.

Lin Fusheng pressed his advantage relentlessly. With a stomp of his foot, the blue bricks shattered, and he shot forward like an arrow towards the two burly men who had just been knocked back and were now swinging their knives at him again.

Seeing Lao Hei knocked back by a punch, the two men were horrified, and their sword strikes slowed. Lin Fusheng's right hand shot out like lightning, precisely grabbing the wrist of one of the men holding the knife, and with a forceful squeeze and twist!

"Snap!"

The sound of the wrist bone breaking was clearly audible.

"ah--!"

The man screamed in agony as the cleaver slipped from his hand.

Lin Fusheng caught the falling machete and swung the back of the blade at another man's shoulder blade.

"Thud!" With a muffled cracking sound, half of the man's body collapsed, and he fell to the ground screaming in agony.

Without stopping, Lin Fusheng turned again, dodging the short stick thrust from the side, and kicked the attacker in the side of the knee.

"Click!"

The sound of bones shattering was chilling; the attacker rolled on the ground, howling in pain, clutching his twisted, deformed leg.

In the blink of an eye, the four or five skilled fighters who had surrounded him were either dead or crippled, lying on the ground groaning in pain.

Lin Fusheng casually threw the cleaver he had seized. The blade spun and plunged deep into the shoulder of a burly man who was about to swing his cleaver at Xiao Tian. The man screamed and fell to the ground.

He then turned around, his gaze fixed on Old Hei, whose face was filled with shock and anger, whom he had just suppressed. He then strode over.

With quickened steps and a cold gaze, he stepped over the pools of blood and groaning bodies, heading straight for Old Black!

Old Hei's pupils contracted, his heart filled with turmoil.

The intelligence is incorrect!

What? You've only been practicing martial arts for a month and a half?

What hasn't penetrated the stone skin?

This is clearly the hand of someone with abundant qi and blood, and strong bones and muscles!

The force of that punch is still making my internal organs churn!

No longer daring to underestimate him, Old Black roared, his muscles bulging, his skin revealing a dark luster, and he activated the stone skin to its fullest extent.

With his fists crossed, he took the initiative to meet the attack with even more ferocity, his fists whistling as he launched a series of attacks, attempting to suppress the opponent with his experience and ruthlessness.

Lin Fusheng remained calm as he unleashed the Six Harmonies Fist.

The moves are fluid and seamless, no longer just simple blocking, but rather an attack against an attack!

Fist to fist, palm to palm!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull thuds of flesh colliding exploded repeatedly in the center of the hall, like the beating of war drums. The two figures clashed, their fists and kicks sending fragments of broken tables and chairs flying everywhere.

At first, Lao Hei was able to fight Lin Fusheng to a standstill with his richer fighting experience and fierce courage, and even occasionally exchanged injuries, leaving Lin with a few bruises.

Lin Fusheng's moves still showed a lack of discipline due to his experience with life and death.

But after ten moves, after twenty moves...

Old Hei was breathing heavily, veins bulging on his forehead, and sweat pouring down his face.

He felt as if each punch was landing on a thick, waterlogged hide, the recoil making his arm numb. Meanwhile, Lin Fusheng opposite him maintained his steady breathing, his eyes clear, and his punches and kicks, far from diminishing in power, seemed to grow heavier and faster!

How is that possible?

Does he have an inexhaustible supply of vital energy?!

Old Hei grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, feeling as if he were battling a tireless iron ox. The opponent's boundless and unreasonable energy supported an inexhaustible supply of immense strength and astonishing endurance.

"puff!"

Finally, Lin Fusheng's tricky, piercing punch broke through Lao Hei's slightly sluggish defense and landed solidly on his left rib.

"Ugh!"

Old Hei groaned, his face turning deathly pale instantly. He felt a sharp, clear pain from a bone fracture in his ribs and staggered.

Lin Fusheng quickened his pace, catching up rapidly. Punches, elbows, and knees flew in rapid succession.

The moves of Liuhequan became increasingly refined and ruthless in his hands, no longer bound by form, seeking only the fastest and most effective strikes.

boom!

A punch landed on his shoulder.

Click!

The kick landed on the side of the supporting leg's knee.

Old Hei staggered backward, spitting out blood, unable to mount an effective defense any longer, and could only rely on his tough, stone-skinned physique to withstand the onslaught. But even the strongest physique cannot withstand such relentless blows.

"Wow!"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and Old Black's burly body finally gave way, collapsing to one knee with a thud, his eyes unfocused, barely breathing.

Not far away, Men Ye, who was struggling with Yin Zhi and had several bloody cuts on his body, caught a glimpse of Lao Hei being punched by Lin Fusheng and forced to kneel down, coughing up blood. Men Ye was shocked and his moves became chaotic.

"Sizzle!"

The cold, icy wind slipped in through the crack, carving a deep, bone-revealing gash on the outside of his right arm, almost tearing off a chunk of flesh!

"Well!"

Men Ye cried out in pain and staggered backward, his forehead covered in cold sweat. Half of it was from the pain, and the other half was from being horrified by the terrifying combat power displayed by Lin Fusheng!

What happened?

Lin Fusheng... this is not even inside the stone skin?

Old Hei was one of the top stone-skinning experts at Jin Yu Lou, and he lost like this?

How come his blood and energy are so thick?

Old Hei knew his own strength; even if he went all out, he might not come out on top. This Lin Fusheng, was he really that strong?

He's only been practicing for a little over three months.

Just as Menye was distracted, Yinzhi's gaze swept over the battle situation on Lao Hei's side.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his face turned completely grim.

The intelligence severely underestimated this kid.

Old Black was no match for him?

Yin Zhi's mind raced, making decisions in an instant.

He feinted with a finger to force Men Ye to open the door, and without hesitation abandoned the opponent he was about to defeat, he rushed towards Lin Fusheng's side and rear!

The wind was fierce, aiming straight for Lin Fusheng's vital point in the back, intending to attack him from both sides with Lao Hei and eliminate this biggest variable first!

The pressure on Menye suddenly disappeared. He staggered and steadied himself, blood gushing from the wound on his right arm.

He watched Yin Zhi lunge at Lin Fusheng's back, then looked at Lao Hei in front of him, who, though disheveled, was still struggling to hold on and had attracted everyone's attention.

Finally, he looked at Lin Fusheng, who was about to face two against one.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes flashing rapidly. Horror, resentment, and jealousy.

And a cold, sudden, fierce ruthlessness quickly gathered in his eyes.