Covering the Sky: I Prove the Great Dao Through the Gate of Immortality

Yuan Yanqing started with a Xingyi killing move – Cannon Fist!

The fist tore through the air, heading straight for Li Chenzhou's face!

It was unleashed with rage and full of force.

Li Chenzhou stood still, without moving, and sighed softly.

This boxing stance has some of the ferocity of Xingyi, but unfortunately... the lower body is unstable, the heels feel like they are stepping on cotton, and the stance training is not even at the beginning!

This person practices Xingyi, the most ruthless style of Chinese martial arts, but he has no real skill. He's all show and no substance, no different from someone showing off their Taekwondo skills on the street. Calling this kind of martial art a mere trifle of skill is an understatement.

"Was he terrified?"

"Not moving at all? Are you looking for death?"

"Is this guy crazy?"

The disciples watching erupted in uproar, watching their senior brother Yuan Yanqing charge forward like a cannonball, while the man stood there, laughing at them.

"Trying to attract attention, I think he's just asking for trouble." Someone scoffed.

"Ignorant and arrogant, Senior Brother's boxing skills are fierce and powerful. He has won many matches in underground boxing rings and has truly seen blood. This man is dangerous."

"Are there really people this stupid? Or is it a staged accident?"

Not to mention them, even Yuan Yanqing himself was wondering, "Did we really run into a scammer?"

Seeing that his fist was about to hit the other person's face, but the other person didn't move, his mind raced and he subconsciously withdrew the force of his hand by a third.

These days, it's impossible to guard against extortion schemes! He certainly didn't want to land a punch only to have the other person lying on the ground yelling, "You hit me!"

Thus, the originally fierce and explosive punch turned into a tentative push when it reached Li Chenzhou's chest.

but!

In an instant!

The instant his fist touched the fabric of Li Chenzhou's chest—

His face turned deathly pale in an instant!

The hairs on my arms stood on end, and goosebumps instantly erupted!

An indescribable, overwhelming, and terrifying power erupted from beneath his fist.

That wasn't an impact; it was more like a full-force punch that slammed into a solid steel wall that was hurtling towards him at high speed!

"Ugh—!"

Before he could even let out half a scream, he was violently thrown away by the force of the recoil!

Completely powerless to fight back!

"Bang—Crack!"

It was chilling; Yuan Yanqing flew four or five meters away and crashed heavily onto the floor.

Yuan Yanqing curled up in pain, his face contorted in agony, and large beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"Senior Brother!!!"

"How is that possible?!"

The boxing gym, which had been waiting to watch the excitement, suddenly erupted in chaos!

A dead silence!

"What happened?!"

"Why did Senior Brother fly away?!"

Dozens of people swarmed around Yuan Yanqing, rushing to help him up, their voices trembling.

When everyone looked at the young man who was still standing calmly in the center of the field, their expressions changed.

Horrification! Fear! Unbelievable!

"A master!"

A terrifying expert they had never seen before and could not comprehend!

He didn't even... move a finger!

He merely took a punch with his body, and that sent their formidable senior brother flying like a dead dog?!

With the help of others, Yuan Yanqing clutched her aching chest and struggled several times before finally managing to stand up.

His face was deathly pale, and all the previous contempt, doubt, and anger in his eyes when he looked at Li Chenzhou had vanished without a trace!

Only one deep-seated—

Shocked!

"No bones or internal organs were injured; he will recover in three days," Li Chenzhou said. He explained that he was practicing his martial arts and had no intention of hurting anyone.

Yuan Yanqing's eyes looked like he had seen a ghost, and his voice trembled:

"How...did you do that?"

He learned boxing from a young age and fought dozens or even hundreds of matches at the boxing gym. He was beaten up and he also beat up others, but he had never heard of the person who beat up being sent flying while the person who was beaten up was completely unharmed!

Is this some kind of martial arts novel come to life?! Kung Fu can be trained like this?! Is this person really practicing kung fu?!

The boxing gym was deathly silent. The disciples' gazes toward Li Chenzhou had shifted from shock to bewilderment. What they were witnessing was completely beyond their understanding of Chinese martial arts.

Li Chenzhou's voice remained calm:

"I already told you, call your master out."

Like cold water poured into a hot oil pan, it extinguished everyone's speculations, and silence once again enveloped the boxing gym.

"Should we call our master out?" Looking at their eldest brother struggling to get up from the ground, and recalling the unbelievable scene just now, a chill ran from the soles of all the disciples' feet straight to the top of their heads!

Master...can you really hold on?

Yuan Yanqing's expression changed, and he suddenly gritted his teeth, glaring fiercely at Li Chenzhou: "Wait! I'll ask Master for help right now!" He pushed away his junior brother who was helping him and staggered towards the lounge.

"Senior Brother! Are we really going to call Master?" Several disciples followed, their voices tense. "Master, he..."

"What else?!" Yuan Yanqing said helplessly, his chest aching so badly he grimaced. "Let him go? Tomorrow the entire Hong Kong martial arts community will know my master is a coward?! We can't afford that embarrassment!"

In the world of Chinese martial arts, avoiding battle is more shameful than defeat!

The call was connected.

Chen Xingwu, the owner of the boxing gym, was enjoying tea at home. His ancestral home was in mainland China. His grandfather's generation fled to Hong Kong to avoid the war. His grandfather was fortunate enough to receive some instruction from a master of the Shang Yunxiang lineage, and could barely be considered to have mastered a bit of Shang-style Xingyi.

When it came to Chen Xingwu's generation, he opened a school and taught students under the titles of "Fifth Generation of Shang Family Xingyi" and "Twelfth Generation Successor of Xingyi Quan". Although he was not ranked in the actual lineage, his skills were truly honed through hard work.

Most importantly, he was backed by Xu Zhen, one of the "Three Tigers of Guangdong," and with this connection, he was considered a big shot in Hong Kong.

Although both are masters of internal energy cultivation, he is far inferior to Xu Zhen in both strength and influence.

"What?! You punched someone and flew through the air yourself?"

Hearing his eldest disciple Yuan Yanqing's terrified description on the phone, Chen Xingwu dropped his teacup on the ground with a "crash," shattering it into pieces. His face turned deathly pale instantly!

"The force rebounded from the punch...it penetrated my entire body...this...could this be the Transformation Realm where 'not even a feather can be added'?!"

"Impossible! He's only eighteen or nineteen." Chen Xingwu was in a state of turmoil, and a chill ran down his spine.

But with a challenger at his doorstep, a knife to his throat, there was no room for retreat! He had to go! He had to go! Whether they were dragons or worms, he had to test his skills!

Half an hour later.

"Master is here!"

Li Chenzhou looked up.

A middle-aged man in a Tang suit walked in through the door. He was in his forties and was in the prime of his life as a martial artist.

He stood upright, walked with a steady gait, and his temples were prominently raised, clearly indicating that he had mastered internal martial arts.

Chen Xingwu's eyes flashed like lightning, instantly locking onto Li Chenzhou, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the arena.

That calm and composed demeanor was extraordinary; he had only seen it in a handful of people. He suppressed his emotions, his expression solemn, and spoke in a deep voice:

"Young man, are you the one who wants to lend a hand?"

Li Chenzhou nodded slightly in response, then stepped forward and calmly extended one hand, fingers slightly spread, palm facing up, his posture as casual as an old friend shaking hands:

"please."