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

This reason is reasonable and even carries a touch of tragic grandeur.

Rong Chongming looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

Considering that Lin Fusheng might truly believe his days are numbered, this request doesn't seem excessive.

He nodded: "It's good that you have this intention. However, I myself only specialize in Iron Armor Stance and have not dabbled in other stance techniques. I'll have someone teach you a basic stance technique from the guild's collection. Although it's not top-notch, it's reliable and will be enough to lay a foundation for your younger brother."

"Thank you, Uncle Rong!"

Lin Fusheng expressed his sincere gratitude.

He made this request, of course, not really for his younger brother's sake.

Whether Lin Fulai lives or dies is none of his business.

His idea was to test whether practicing the second stance training method could also display progress on the panel and increase health or other attributes, just like the Iron Armor Stance.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with a muscular build and slightly bulging temples came to Lin Fusheng's room.

Lin Fusheng paused for a moment.

He recognized the man.

Song Dahai, the Iron-Boned Man.

On his way home earlier, this guy chased after more than twenty people and slashed them all. He teamed up with another guy, Luo Wentai, who was known as the "Monument Slayer," and killed all the people from the Four Seas Sect.

"Chief Lin, the sect leader sent me to teach you the 'Iron Bone Stance' technique."

Song Dahai didn't say much and immediately began the demonstration.

This Iron Bone Stake is very different in style from the Iron Clothes Stake.

The Iron Armor Stance emphasizes the tempering of the body's vital energy, creating a unified and protective structure. The Iron Bone Stance, on the other hand, focuses on the tempering of the bones, with the stance as upright as a pine tree. One can almost feel the energy of metal penetrating into the bones of the limbs and the entire body, aiming for bones as hard as iron and powerful, forceful strikes.

During Song Dahai's practice, his joints made a slight crackling sound, and his aura was calm and composed.

Lin Fusheng observed carefully, silently memorizing the mental techniques, formulas, and key points of the stance.

However, even after Song Dahai finished his complete demonstration and explanation, a new "visualization diagram" did not naturally form in his mind as it had when he observed the Iron Armor Pole and the Six Harmonies Fist.

"It seems that practicing two stances simultaneously is indeed meaningless or not permitted within the 'Forming Method Visualization Diagram' system."

Lin Fusheng understood.

If the panel doesn't respond, it means this approach is blocked.

But it can't be absolute. Perhaps it's because the Iron Bone Stance is weak? We'll have to test them one by one later. However, he thinks that practicing multiple stances might not be effective.

"So, stance training is internal practice, used to elevate one's fundamental level. What about external combat techniques, such as fist techniques or sword techniques?"

Will practicing the second external training method increase 'attack' or other attributes?

The thought popped into my head.

However, Lin Fusheng did not immediately ask Rong Chongming for more.

His own Liuhequan (Six Harmonies Boxing) has only reached a minor level of mastery, and there is still a distance to go before perfection or even a higher level. Being greedy for more is not necessarily a good thing.

Eat your food one bite at a time.

Especially now that we are about to face a life-or-death battle, having another martial art is far less useful than mastering one martial art.

"Thank you very much, Brother Song."

Lin Fusheng bowed and thanked him.

Song Dahai nodded, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Rong Chongming left with Song Dahai, without saying much as he departed.

Lin Fusheng's refusal to listen to advice is tantamount to courting death; at this critical juncture, he still thinks about breaking through to a higher realm.

Outside the gambling den, the setting sun bathed the streets in a golden hue.

Song Dahai and Rong Chongming walked side by side.

"Master."

Song Dahai said in a low voice, "Lin Fusheng is probably really in trouble this time. Shouldn't we make some preparations in advance? Jinrong Casino can't be left empty."

Rong Chongming continued walking, his gaze fixed on the elongated shadow in front of him, his tone flat, revealing no emotion:

"We've already found a young man who's at the peak of the Stone Skin Realm. He's got a good foundation, he's clever, and we know him well. We'll be transferring some resources to him in the next couple of days so he can get familiar with things."

As he spoke, Rong Chongming's voice turned slightly cold.

"Once Lin Fusheng's matter is settled, we'll promote him."

.......

Deep inside the second floor of the Jin Yu Lou gambling den, a copper-clad wooden door shut out the faint sounds of noise and dice rolling from outside.

The air inside the door was stagnant.

This is a small room used for private conversations, simply furnished with only a large mahogany square table and a few high-backed chairs.

A painting of a tiger descending a mountain hangs on the wall. The painting is rough, but the tiger's eyes reveal a fierce and savage light, which complements the atmosphere of the room.

A middle-aged man sat in the main seat.

He wasn't particularly tall, but he had a robust frame, and when he sat there, he looked like a rock sunk to the bottom of a river.

What's most terrifying is his face.

A huge, dark red, twisted scar cuts diagonally down from the left brow bone, almost piercing half of the face, across the bridge of the nose, and ending above the right corner of the mouth, completely tearing apart what might have been a fairly regular face, giving it a chillingly fierce appearance.

The flesh around the scar bulged and writhed with his subtle facial expressions, like a sleeping centipede.

He is Wei Hong, the leader of the Linjiang branch of the Sihaimen sect.

In the Songjiang West Bank dock area, the mention of "Scarfaced Dragon Wei Hong" is enough to make any laborer, merchant, or gang member think twice before acting.

At this moment, his intact right eye was half-closed, and his cold gaze swept over the two people sitting across the table.

Gao Hansheng, Qian Du.

Gao Hansheng is Gao Laoda, the boss of Yinzhi and Lao Hei.

Qian Du was another tough leader of Jin Yu Lou.

At this moment, Wei Hong spoke up.

"I just received confirmation that Du Zhenyun personally went to Jinrong Casino."

With just these one sentence, Gao Hansheng and Qian Du's expressions changed instantly.

Du Zhenyun!

The vice president of the Tongxin Huiren Society, a truly powerful figure, and a big shot in Songjiang Beach!

The fact that Du Zhenyun personally intervened in the Jinrong Gambling House incident signifies that the nature of the matter has completely changed.

It was no longer just a friction between two gambling dens, or even a dispute between two branches, but had risen to the level of the face and prestige of the entire Renshe organization.

"That old geezer..."

Wei Hong twitched the corner of his mouth, pulling at the hideous scars on his face and creating an even more terrifying expression. "Ruthless in methods, even more vicious in mind. His greatest skill is finding the coldest balance between the big picture and personal interests. He can quickly resolve the conflict between Rong Chongming and Hu Tiannan, and then Du Zhenyun will use the most ruthless and efficient methods to regain lost ground and restore his damaged prestige."

Gao Hansheng and Qian Du's hearts sank.

They are not afraid of retaliation from Rong Chongming or Hu Tiannan alone, or even from both of them joining forces.

However, Du Zhenyun's personal involvement means that they will be facing an opponent with unified command, more efficient resource allocation, and more cunning and unpredictable methods.

"Based on my understanding of Du Zhenyun, this time he will definitely not be satisfied with killing a few stone skins or smashing up a few of our small places to vent his anger. That's not enough to intimidate the other observing forces, nor can it demonstrate Du Zhenyun's 'fairness' and 'prestige'."

Wei Hong stared at Gao Hansheng and Qian Du with his one eye, lowering his voice even further.

"He'll most likely want at least one of you dead. He'll use the head of a tough guy as a sacrifice, to establish his authority."