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

He felt as if his coiling energy had been wrapped around a giant steel pillar. His palm bulged out like a bone-piercing nail condensed to its extreme, as heavy as a siege hammer.

A force, sharp as a needle, pierced through the Laogong acupoint in his palm and went straight to the bone marrow of his arm.

"ha!"

Wang Chao's throat exploded, and he exhaled with a short, thunderous breath.

His waist and hips suddenly sank, and the bluestone beneath his feet shattered with a "crack".

His entire right arm was bulging with muscles, like the gnarled roots of an old tree. He lowered his shoulders and elbows, and his spine undulated like a dragon, instantly channeling the penetrating force into the ground beneath his feet.

When he applied the Tai Chi method of dissipating energy to its fullest extent, the stone dust beneath his feet crumbled and fell, and he seemed to transform into an iron stake deeply driven into the earth.

However, Li Chenzhou's arm only sank slightly, trembled slightly, and then lifted slightly again.

With a thud, it was like a giant elephant stamping its foot, its force penetrating the earth.

With a shake, it was like a giant python turning over, its muscles and bones snapping and dissipating immense force.

With a single lift, it was like a tyrant carrying a cauldron, pure power breaking through all laws.

Wang Chao's feet, which were driven into the ground, were forcibly pulled out of the shattered stone pit by an indescribable, immense force.

He was lifted off the ground by this force, hovering an inch in the air. This was not a matter of skill, but purely a difference in strength.

The entire inner courtyard was so quiet you could hear a pin drop!

Everyone held their breath, in disbelief.

The master of the martial arts school, Wang Chao, was actually "pulled" off the ground by pure brute force.

This is beyond the realm of human capability; it's practically a walking, humanoid beast!

Seeing Wang Chao leave the ground, Li Chenzhou loosened his grip, and the immense force instantly dissipated.

He remained standing with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

Wang Chao landed, sending up dust beneath his feet. He took a deep breath, and instead of showing defeat, his eyes burned even brighter.

His opponent didn't use any "listening to force" or "neutralizing force" techniques at all. He simply used his muscles and bones as a hammer and his qi and blood as a furnace to forge an inhuman strength that crushed his Tai Chi Hunyuan Force.

One force can overcome ten techniques!

"What great strength! What incredible power! Wang Chao... I admire you!" His voice was steady, and he clasped his hands solemnly. He knew perfectly well that the other party had held back.

Zhao Xinglong's back was soaked with cold sweat. He could clearly see that the pure clash of strength just now was simple and brutal, yet soul-stirring.

Li Chenzhou's gaze passed over Wang Chao and landed deep in Laoshan Mountain. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a penetrating quality, reaching Wang Chao's ears:

"I came without knowing my purpose, but now I know."

"I'm looking for someone—your sister, Tang Zichen."

"Tang Zichen!"

The three words, once heard, were like a thunderbolt striking the head!

Who are you?

Li Chenzhou!

The fighting spirit, shock, and even the blazing light on Wang Chao's face froze instantly, his thoughts returning to two years ago.

Two years ago.

A woman in white stood quietly in the snow, her figure upright like a plum blossom braving the snow; it was Tang Zichen.

Before her stood a boy of about fifteen or sixteen, gritting his teeth as he assumed a horse stance. His brows held the stubbornness of a newborn calf; his legs were like stakes, deeply embedded in the snow, yet sweat had already soaked through his thin shirt, turning into rising white vapor in the biting wind.

Tang Zichen's gaze remained calm and unwavering as she focused on the young man, instructing him on how to circulate his qi and blood.

The boy possesses exceptional talent and comprehension, making him a rare martial arts prodigy.

Suddenly, Tang Zichen felt a slight stirring in her heart, as if she had a premonition. She raised her hand and found an antique-looking cell phone in her palm.

"Speak." The voice was cold and indifferent, devoid of any warmth or human emotion.

"Boss, there's been some unusual activity in the Hong Kong martial arts world, I'm reporting this to you." The voice on the other end of the phone was respectful and urgent.

Tang Zichen listened silently, her expression remaining calm.

When she heard the key words "eighteen or nineteen years old" and "overt strength kills covert strength," a sharp glint flashed in the depths of her eyes.

In this world where martial arts are declining and people's hearts are restless, how could such a brilliant and talented person suddenly appear out of nowhere?

Tang Zichen's gaze involuntarily fell once again on the boy who was gritting his teeth and persevering.

These past few days, she had a sudden urge to stop at this place, where she happened to meet this young man. Seeing that he was simple and honest and had excellent potential, she decided to pass on her skills to him.

The boy's aptitude and talent had already pleased her greatly, and she considered him a promising talent. However, compared to that genius in Hong Kong who stirred up a storm upon his debut and overcame overwhelming odds...

The voice on the other end of the phone asked, "Chief, this young man is incredibly strong and has boundless potential. Should we... recruit him into our Tang Clan? Given time, he will surely become a great asset to you, Chief."

Tang Zichen lowered her eyelids slightly and pondered for a moment.

"No need."

Her voice was resolute: "Once the skill is mastered, the spirit naturally soars. Such a person should be like a dragon returning to the sea, a tiger roaring in the mountains; how can he be easily restrained? Young heroes of this era are as rare as phoenix feathers; do not disturb him and ruin this innate talent. The future of Chinese martial arts needs such seeds to grow freely."

"But leader, that man is too sharp and has offended the entire Hong Kong martial arts circle. If he has no one to protect him, he may be surrounded by wolves and face extreme danger. What if..."

Tang Zichen sighed softly to herself.

Youthful vigor is unstoppable, but excessive rigidity leads to breakage. Not knowing how to conceal one's sharpness and guard one's simplicity is also a path to disaster.

"Let Glory make the trip," she said slowly, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible regret. "It would be a tragedy for Chinese martial arts if such a prodigy were to perish in the murky waters of Hong Kong. Tell Glory that he should only intervene when his life is in danger. Remember, he must not be coerced, bribed, or forced to join the Tang Clan. If he is willing, he will come looking for him."

Tang Zichen knew Zhao Guangrong's temperament, hence the strict order.

"Chief, when will you return?" the voice on the other end of the phone asked again.

Tang Zichen withdrew her gaze and looked at the young man who had finished his practice and stood up, staring intently at her.

"It will take more than a month," she replied.

"Yes! Take care, leader!" The call ended.

"Sister Chen...you're leaving in a month?" The boy's voice was hesitant, his eyes filled with longing.

Tang Zichen smiled, like a plum blossom in the snow: "Silly little brother, I was just passing by. Meeting you and teaching you kung fu is an unexpected coincidence."

She paused, looking at the determination in the boy's eyes, and suddenly felt something in her heart.

"During the phone call just now, they mentioned that a young talent has emerged in Hong Kong named Li Chenzhou."

Tang Zichen's voice was clear and melodious, "At only eighteen or nineteen years old, he has already mastered astonishing martial arts skills, using his Ming Jin (manifest strength) to defeat masters of An Jin (hidden strength) in the Hong Kong martial arts world, shaking the entire region!"

Upon hearing this, the boy's eyes widened suddenly!

Can overt force defeat covert force?

These days, in addition to teaching him standing meditation and breath control, Sister Chen also had him read through many long-forgotten Chinese martial arts classics.

The difference between Ming Jin (manifest strength) and An Jin (hidden strength) is not small. Even the most famous masters in the Republic of China era were only at the Hua Jin (transformation strength) level.

That person, at the age of eighteen or nineteen, was already able to fight across borders and even kill powerful enemies.

This... is simply unbelievable.

Tang Zichen gazed at the astonished and longing face of the young man, his eyes deep and unfathomable: "Young brother, your innate talent and comprehension are also one in a million. Although you may be slightly inferior to this person in terms of foundational knowledge, however..."