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

The aroma of tea wafted through the Mo family's flower hall.

Mo Feihong held the teacup and took a sip absentmindedly.

His gaze lifted from the tea and landed on the old man opposite him who was slowly and methodically stirring the tea foam.

What on earth is that old bastard Zheng Tingyuan up to?

He was puzzled, but didn't show it on his face; he simply took another sip of tea.

Two weeks ago, this person said he would leave the next day.

He didn't leave on the second day, saying he wanted to give Lin Fusheng some more pointers; he didn't leave on the third day, saying the tea at the Mo Family Manor was quite good.

Day 4, Day 5...

Today marks exactly half a month.

He went to Lin Fusheng's courtyard every day.

They would stay there for one or two hours at a time.

When he came out, the expression on his face wasn't exactly a smile, but his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes were relaxed, as if he had just finished drinking a pot of aged wine.

That kid Qi Mingchuan too.

He stands at the entrance of Lin Fusheng's courtyard every day, like a guardian stone lion.

He passed by several times and saw that kid standing straight with a stern face, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was guarding some national treasure.

Didn't they say that Iron Palm was coming on strong? Didn't they say that Qi Mingchuan needed extra guidance?

While pondering, Mo Feihong put down his teacup.

He suddenly understood.

Qi Mingchuan is in Lin Fusheng's courtyard every day, which may be because Zheng Tingyuan is instructing the two of them at the same time.

Lin Fusheng and Qi Mingchuan, two young men, practiced boxing together and sparred with each other.

Zheng Tingyuan took care of both children without any trouble.

Ugh.

Even though Lin Fusheng is so slow to understand, Brother Zheng is still willing to help him out.

Mo Feihong's eyes moistened slightly, and his fingers tightened slightly as he held the teacup.

He recalled the riverbank thirty years ago, where seven or eight people surrounded him, drawing their knives, and he thought he was about to be fed to the fish.

It was Zheng Tingyuan who fought his way out of the thicket of knives and pulled him out of the knives. He had such a long gash on his back that the blood stained the river red.

Zheng Tingyuan had been taking care of him since he was young.

Even now that he's older, Zheng Tingyuan remains the same.

Even though Lin Fusheng was terribly lacking in comprehension, Zheng Tingyuan continued to teach him out of consideration for their relationship.

Brother Zheng!!

You'll be my brother Zheng for life!

Mo Feihong suddenly felt a tightness in his throat.

He looked up at Zheng Tingyuan.

The old man was still stirring the tea foam, his white hair at his temples gleaming silver-gray in the window light.

He is old.

Everyone is getting old.

But Lao Zheng is still the same Lao Zheng.

Their bond was unbreakable.

"Brother Zheng."

Mo Feihong spoke, wanting to thank him, but then felt it was too sentimental.

We're all people who've been through the wringer, so let's not talk about these things.

So he changed the subject.

"Brother Zheng, that Yuan Lie with the Iron Sand Palm technique has become quite infamous lately."

"This kid hasn't been idle for the past two weeks. First, he picked on a Stone Skin Perfectionist from Longmen, and with three palm strikes, the man coughed up blood on the spot. Then he went to the Twelve Qian Gang and severely injured one of their Stone Skinists, who was known as 'Iron Arm.' I heard he broke seven ribs."

"The day before yesterday, he beat Qingzhu Hui's Iron Tendon."

Zheng Tingyuan's fingers, which were stirring the tea foam, paused slightly.

"Iron bars?"

"Yes, iron bars."

Mo Feihong said in a deep voice, "Although he has only just entered the Iron Tendon realm and his cultivation is not yet stable, it is still Iron Tendon. Stone skin fighting Iron Tendon is a whole realm apart. This kid still won, with four strikes. The fourth strike sent him flying three zhang away."

"Rumors are circulating in the martial arts world that a prodigy has emerged in the Iron Palm style this time. If any of the Six Harmonies Fist practitioners run into him at President Gu's birthday banquet..."

Zheng Tingyuan put down his teacup.

His movements were slow, as if he were thinking about something.

Then he raised his eyes, and instead of the solemnity Mo Feihong had expected, his gaze was relaxed.

"Heh, just a nobody."

Zheng Tingyuan said in a very flat tone, as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

Mo Feihong was stunned.

Wasn't she just a little serious, extremely worried, and desperately wanting to teach Qi Mingchuan a lesson?

How did I become a nobody?

"Then let Fu... let Mingchuan, let Mingchuan teach him a lesson."

Zheng Tingyuan picked up his teacup, blew away the foam, and took a leisurely sip. "Kill him with one punch!"

Mo Feihong stared at him blankly.

What does Lao Zheng mean by this?

Should Qi Mingchuan deal with Yuan Lie?

Qi Mingchuan is a true disciple of the Liuhequan lineage. He reached the threshold of perfection at the age of nineteen, which is indeed a rare talent.

But who is Yuan Lie?

That's a monster with a perfectly round, stone-skinned body that can kill even iron-boned creatures.

He thought that Lao Zheng would at least have some concerns.

But Lao Zheng didn't seem worried at all.

"Mingchuan..." Mo Feihong hesitated, "Does he have that kind of strength?"

Zheng Tingyuan did not answer.

He just smiled.

That smile was calm and serene.

There's a feeling of 'everything is under my control'.

Looking at his expression, Mo Feihong seemed to realize something and his heart skipped a beat.

Qi Mingchuan, have you been hiding this well?

That's incredible, truly incredible.

Mo Feihong sighed inwardly, thinking how cunning Zheng Tingyuan was.

Zheng Tingyuan lowered his eyelids and slowly sipped his tea.

Of course he wasn't worried.

He was referring to Qi Mingchuan, but in reality, it was Lin Fusheng who would make the move.

What Yuan Lie, what Shi Pi Yuanman, what Four Palms to Defeat Tie Jin?

so what?

Has he ever seen what true mastery looks like?

No matter how strong Yuan Lie is, can he fight against someone at the pinnacle of skill?

He wasn't worried at all; in fact, he was somewhat looking forward to it.

I wonder how many punches Lin Fusheng could deliver to Yuan Lie?

.......

Time passed quickly, and five days went by.

In the past five days, apart from the Gu Yunzhou birthday banquet, more and more rumors about Yuan Lie have been circulating in the martial arts world.

He simultaneously fought against seven members of the Xingfu Society who had achieved perfect stone skin, and held his own.

He then fought against a renowned Iron-Tense fighter from the Xingwu Boxing Society, and sent the opponent flying.

It is said that he stood with his hands behind his back and casually said:

"That's all there is to it, iron bars."

When these words were spread, the martial artists of Songjiang were shaken.

Trying to break iron bars with stone skin is a pipe dream.

Saying "That's all" after winning is utter arrogance.

Are you fucking good at showing off?

But no one could refute it, because Yuan Lie had truly won.

Many people know about the century-old feud between Iron Palm and Six Harmonies Fist, so they are looking forward to a clash between the two.

Even before Gu Yunzhou's birthday banquet arrived, the atmosphere was already as heated as a pot of oil that was about to boil dry.

People from various gangs, sects, and businesses arrived one after another.

All the important figures from the four major societies of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and trustworthiness have arrived, and some experts from the Tongxin Society in other cities have also quickly returned.

There were also important figures from gangs who came from Fengjing, bringing birthday gifts that couldn't all fit in a single carriage.

It's said that HH City also sent people, but they haven't shown up yet.

Even foreigners and warlords sometimes came to chuckle.

In addition, Iron Palm officially issued a challenge to Six Harmonies Fist.

Under the guise of "younger generation exchanging skills and making friends through martial arts," the younger generation will be allowed to fight a few matches at the birthday banquet, which will serve as entertainment for the old gentleman.

This reason is perfectly legitimate, and no one can find fault with it.

On the day Zheng Tingyuan received the challenge, he said nothing and did not reply.

Many people in Songjiang are saying that Zheng Tingyuan is scared.

"Zheng Tingyuan is probably scared," someone said.

"I was afraid you wouldn't come," Zheng Tingyuan muttered to himself as he sipped tea in the courtyard.

.......

Morning light streamed through the courtyard.

Lin Fusheng slowly withdrew his fist.

He devoted all the time he could spare to practicing Liuhequan during his five days of intensive training.

He closed his eyes and concentrated.

Visualization unfolds in the mind, and numbers emerge in consciousness:

[Six Harmony Fist (Peak Mastery: 570/1000): Attack +570%]

Attack: 47 (+267.9)

He opened his eyes.

Nearly six times the attack power.

In addition to the four times the health from the Ironclad Stake and the two times the defense from the Mountain-Slamming Technique.

In addition, there's the power to swallow the sea.

Lin Fusheng couldn't imagine how strong he was now.

There is no reference point.

Now I just hope that Yuan Lie is a little stronger, so that he can survive one punch from me.

Lin Fusheng snapped out of his thoughts.

He raised his head.

The morning light fell on his face, illuminating the distinct features of his young features.

Today is Gu Yunzhou's birthday banquet.

He turned and went into the house. Mo Feihong had already prepared a set of decent clothes for him. Just as he was about to put them on, he suddenly stopped.

"I might actually have to fight Yuan Lie today, so I can't just change my clothes at the last minute, can I?"

"Just wear some casual clothes, and don't criticize me for being old-fashioned."

Zheng Tingyuan didn't tell him to fight, but if the other disciples couldn't defeat Yuan Lie, then he would definitely have to go up and show off his skills.

After getting dressed, Lin Fusheng pushed open the door, letting in the morning light as he walked out of the courtyard.

As soon as Lin Fusheng stepped out of the courtyard, he found Mo Yiyi standing at the gate.

Today she wore a light purple cheongsam, not the kind of tight-fitting Western-style dress, but a proper, well-tailored traditional cheongsam.

The collar stood up, making her neck appear even longer and whiter. The skirt hem reached her knees, revealing a section of shapely calves. Her hair was slightly curled, whether from a perm or a fresh wash, it cascaded loosely over her shoulders.

She stood there, clutching a small handbag, looking like a calendar girl straight out of a magazine.

Lin Fusheng was taken aback.

When Mo Yiyi saw him come out, her eyes curved into two crescent moons.

"Brother Fusheng".

Her voice was clear and bright, filled with undisguised excitement, "Together?"

Lin Fusheng came to his senses.

"Okay, let's do it together."

Mo Yiyi pursed her lips, forcefully pressing down the corners of her mouth that were about to turn up.

She followed beside him, and together they walked towards the courtyard gate.