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

Three years of discussions on the principles of boxing, mutually verifying each other's theories.

Ba Liming was shocked. He realized that his own martial arts essence, which had been refined from various schools of thought and imbued with blood and fire, collided and merged with his opponent's, leaving him with nothing to hold back.

However, isn't the other party learning too fast?

"It's time for you to leave."

Ba Liming waved his hand and turned his back to Li Chenzhou.

"Old Ba!"

"Are you really going to stay here for the rest of your life? This prison..." In their eyes, the so-called impregnable walls were nothing more than thin paper in the wind.

"Ha!" A long laugh echoed, his fist radiating power. "How could this place trap me? If I want to leave, no one can stop me!"

"The years of upheaval and the cleansing of the old world... are all past clouds. This place is actually quite suitable for me. Undisturbed by the mortal world, it is the perfect place to hone my skills and seek enlightenment through martial arts."

"Fellow Daoist, take care on your journey!"

Li Chenzhou stopped wasting words. The mind of someone like Ba Liming could not be changed by a few words from others, and the same was true for himself.

Over three years of discussions, they exchanged ideas on martial arts principles and shared their insights, creations, and experiences in martial arts. They openly shared all their understanding, creations, and experiences, without any distinction between "yours" and "mine" or any secrets.

This friendship between like-minded people is heavier than a thousand pounds! He knew that what Ba Liming said was what he truly thought.

Li Chenzhou clasped his hands in front of his chest and bowed deeply to Ba Liming's imposing back.

"Brother Ba! Three years of discussions have been immensely beneficial! Li Chenzhou... farewell!"

The sound was like a dragon's roar, resounding and clear.

After a long while, Ba Liming slowly turned around, his face as bronze as bronze, his eyes like lightning.

"The dragon soars through the nine heavens... It will astound the world..." A thought flashed through my mind, carrying my expectations for my fellow Daoist.

The prison door slammed shut behind him, and Li Chenzhou left all alone, without even a bundle.

Li Chenzhou didn't look at the map or ask for directions. He got out of the car and walked without stopping, passing through towering buildings, finally stopping at a quiet street corner in the midst of the hustle and bustle.

"Xingyi Quan School!"

The storefront is small, but it exudes a sense of age.

This trip is to challenge them!

Martial virtue?

Those are just polite words spoken on the stage for outsiders to see. The real world of Chinese martial arts has always been the naked law of the jungle!

Yang Luchan was invincible throughout the capital, but his success was never based on martial virtue. Sun Lutang's reputation as a martial saint resounded throughout the world, but it wasn't based on reason either!

Throughout the myriad realms and countless stars, it's all the same wherever you go.

A strong fist makes a resounding argument!

Li Chenzhou's face was expressionless as he stepped across the threshold, his movements as natural as if he were going home.

Xingyiquan! The king of killing techniques among all Chinese martial arts, its essence is ruthlessness!

The masters who stood at the pinnacle of the Republic of China era, such as Li Cunyi, Shang Yunxiang, and Xue Dian, all took root in Xingyi Quan.

Wang Chao, the chosen one of this world, also relied on the foundation laid by Xingyi Quan's "Dragon and Snake Combination Strike" to eventually fuse various styles and achieve invincibility.

Today, let's test our skills at this boxing gym with the "Xingyi" sign.

He honed what he had learned over the past three years in prison and under the relentless blows of Ba Liming's boxing style.

He needs to find that spark that can "move" him and ignite his passion in a head-on battle!

At the front desk, a girl in a practice uniform looked up.

His gaze fell on Li Chenzhou, and his professional smile froze for a moment.

This person is...too heavy!

It wasn't the sheer weight of their bodies, but rather the invisible aura they exuded!

call!

His steps were silent, yet so heavy they made it hard to breathe.

The young woman forced a smile and said, "Hello sir, is this your first time visiting our Xingyi Quan school? Are you looking to inquire about adult classes or children's classes...?"

Before she could finish speaking, she knew she had asked in vain; this person was definitely not there to register.

The man's gaze didn't linger on her at all; instead, it was fixed on the huge, old portrait on the wall behind him!

The portrait was painted using the old-fashioned meticulous brushwork technique. The person in the painting is wearing an old-fashioned short jacket. He is not burly, but rather somewhat thin, but his eyes are sharp as lightning.

His bare forearms were bulging with muscles, their lines like cast iron.

Below the portrait, a line of vigorous ink characters reads:

Iron-Legged Buddha, Shang Yunxiang!

The Half-Step Bengquan (a type of martial arts technique) was used to conquer the world, making him a peerless grandmaster who was renowned throughout the martial arts world of the Republic of China!

Back then, the mainland was engulfed in war and the country was shattered. Countless skilled individuals took up branches and flourished in Hong Kong in order to pass on their skills.

The fact that this boxing gym can openly display a portrait in the center shows that they must have received the true teachings.

Li Chenzhou was delighted and responded politely:

"Challenge the venue."

"Call your troupe leader out to help."

The young woman's smile froze instantly. She hesitated for several seconds, stammering, "Are you...are you sure you're not joking?"

Li Chenzhou's smile remained unchanged as he nodded, his meaning clear: he wasn't joking.

"Please...please wait a moment!" The pretty girl's voice trembled as she turned and ran towards a glass door next to the front desk.

Through the glass door, Li Chenzhou saw her run into the venue and approach a young man in a Zhongshan suit.

The young man, who was instructing several students practicing boxing, immediately darkened his face upon hearing these words.

Li Chenzhou's smile deepened, and he stepped towards the glass door.

"Squeak—"

The door opened softly, but it sounded like a pause button had been pressed.

The dozens of people, men and women, who were originally shouting and making a lot of noise, stopped moving.

Dozens of eyes immediately turned to Li Chenzhou at the door. The girl's shout of "challenge the dojo" had been quite loud, and everyone had heard it.

The young man in the Zhongshan suit, Yuan Yanqing, with a stern face, strode up to Li Chenzhou:

"You want to challenge us?"

Li Chenzhou's smile remained unchanged: "Not bad."

"State your name!" Yuan Yanqing's eyes grew even colder.

"Li Chenzhou".

As soon as the name was announced, the students who had been watching the spectacle began to gather around, forming a semicircle, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Li Chenzhou didn't even lift his eyelids, glancing at the people who had gathered around him, and said in a low voice:

"If you open your doors to teach boxing, you have to be prepared to be challenged."

Yuan Yanqing's face turned ashen, barely suppressing his anger: "Fine! Opening a school and teaching students, of course I'm not afraid of being kicked! Just you alone? Fine!"

He clasped his hands together, assumed a fighting stance, and taut his back like a bow:

"Yuan Yanqing, the 13th generation successor of Xingyi Quan, the senior disciple of the Hong Kong Xingyi Quan School."

Li Chenzhou gently shook his head, his eyes calm:

"You can't do it."

"Call your master out."

"Arrogant!!"

These three words were like a spark falling into a pot of boiling oil!

Yuan Yanqing's face flushed red instantly, and the veins on his neck bulged! His anger surged to the heavens.

He's been practicing boxing for over twenty years and is considered a well-known figure among the younger generation in Hong Kong. He's never been treated with such contempt before!

All manners and rules were thrown to the winds!

"roar!!"

The sound was like thunder!

Yuan Yanqing stomped his left foot on the ground like an arrow released from a bow, and twisted his right fist with his waist and shoulder, aiming straight for Li Chenzhou's face.

Cannon Fist!

Before the fist even arrived, the powerful and unparalleled force of the punch, which seemed to ignite the air itself, was already pressing down on us!