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Huang Fei's decades of accumulated knowledge were being digested by him at an astonishing speed.

In just two days, Huang Fei discovered that he had nothing new to teach Fan Ken in terms of pure technique variations.

This kid learns too fast and masters it too deeply.

On the third day, Huang Fei gritted his teeth and taught Fan Ken his most secret skill, the Shadowless Kick.

This is a complex set of techniques that heavily emphasizes body movement and legwork. It is highly varied and requires subtle changes in force application. Huang Fei practiced it diligently for more than ten years before he mastered it.

That day, he casually and decisively defeated his disciple, Tiger.

He demonstrated it once, then broke down and explained a few key points, and then let Van Ken try it.

Van Can took a deep breath, recalling his master's movements and explanations, hesitated for a moment, and then kicked out.

At first, his movements were a bit clumsy, but soon they became fluid. His legs flew, creating a whistling sound, and his moves flowed smoothly. His power control was also beginning to take shape.

Although his skill is far from being as refined as Huang Fei's, his posture and style have already captured the essence. He doesn't seem like a beginner at all; it's more like someone who has put in years of hard work!

Huang Fei watched from the side, first surprised, then stroking his beard and smiling, his eyes full of satisfaction and contentment.

My skills have finally found a place and a way to be passed on.

"Not bad, really not bad," Huang Fei said with emotion. "Now, in terms of techniques and skills, there's nothing more I can teach you."

Little did he know, Van Can was deliberately hiding his true abilities.

If he were to fully unleash his full potential and learn with the same proficiency as someone who has practiced for decades, it would likely scare Huang Fei.

Van Ken stopped his stance and stood still, inwardly grumbling, "He's even using the 'Shadowless Kick'... Master, are you really not called Wong Fei-hung?"

He turned around, bowed to Huang Feixing again, and asked,

"Master, these past few days when you were teaching me the moves, you were also teaching me how to perceive and use Qi."

I can feel the Qi now. I tried to fill my fists and feet with it, and it really made my hands and feet strong and powerful, like hard wood and solid stone.

That's really impressive.

I'd like to know, what level can one ultimately reach through practicing this qigong?

Huang Fei looked at him with satisfaction and said.

"With your talent, if you were willing to put in decades of hard work, perhaps... you could make your fists and feet truly as hard as metal, breaking bricks and stones, and collapsing walls would be a piece of cake."

He said this with an expectant look in his eyes, clearly placing high hopes on Van Can.

Van Can listened without showing any emotion on his face, but felt a pang of disappointment in his heart.

Is that all?

Putting aside the superhumans like Superman and Wonder Woman, even if someone's fists and feet were as hard as iron, how useful would that be in modern society?

Can it be faster than a bullet?

Can it withstand artillery shells?

He suppressed his thoughts and turned to ask about something else.

"By the way, Master, I heard you mention the Wudang totem the other day."

What exactly is this Wudang totem?

Upon hearing this, Huang Fei's expression became more serious.

"Wudang totem... come with me."

Since you are my successor, you will also inherit this Taoist temple and become the next guardian of the Wudang totem.

It's time you knew about this.

He beckoned to Van Ken, and the two walked together toward the ancient hall at the back of the temple, a hall that was not usually opened.

In theory, inheriting such a heavy responsibility should subject one's character to numerous tests.

But Vancan was practically someone he watched grow up. Although he was eager to make a name for himself, he wasn't a bad person at heart.

Huang Fei used to think that among his five disciples, the least likely to cause harm was this youngest disciple.

Even Bat, with so much darkness, pain, and hatred accumulating in his heart, Huang Fei was always worried that he might lose control and fall into darkness.

Therefore, Huang Fei felt that there was no need to put Vancan under any further scrutiny.

However, in the past, when choosing an heir, he could not only look at character.

Now that Van Can's talent and comprehension are already extraordinary, this inheritance should naturally be given to him.

The two arrived at the temple.

The temple gate is a heavy wooden door, covered with the marks of time, and the door knockers are two animal heads holding rings, which look ordinary.

Huang Fei didn't push the door open immediately, but turned to Van Can, his expression becoming more serious.

"Monkey, stay close to me."

What you see next, do not share.

"Yes, Master."

Van Can also put away his casualness and nodded seriously.

Huang Fei stepped forward, but instead of pushing the door open, he reached out and pressed a slightly darker piece of wood grain on the left side of the door frame. He then turned to the right side and rotated half a circle on the seemingly inconspicuous protrusion of the beast head.

Click.

A slight clicking sound came from inside the door.

Huang Fei then braced his hands against the heavy wooden door and slowly pushed it open.

The door was only slightly ajar, allowing just one person to pass through, and a musty smell, a mixture of wood, dust, and a faint sandalwood, wafted out.

The light inside was dim, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Stand here, don't move."

Huang Fei whispered instructions to Fan Ken, then stepped across the threshold and into the temple first.

Van Ken stood at the door as instructed. With the light coming in from outside, he saw that his master did not go straight in after entering, but instead carefully stepped on specific floor tiles.

At first glance, the floor tiles looked no different from ordinary stone tiles, but some of them seemed to have slightly different colors or patterns.

Huang Fei's steps were light and precise, three steps to the left and four steps to the right, sometimes striding diagonally, sometimes pausing.

As he walked, he quickly reached out and pressed and twisted several seemingly decorative wooden animal heads or candlesticks on the wall.

Van Ken had keen hearing and could hear extremely faint clicking, tapping, and clattering sounds coming from all over the temple as his master moved, some like gears turning, others like springs resetting.

He even saw that a paving stone a step in front of his master had sunk slightly by half an inch before quickly returning to its original state.

Above our heads, there seemed to be a slight movement of some shadow.

The whole process took only a dozen seconds, and Huang Fei had already reached the central area of ​​the temple, near the altar.

He turned around and nodded to Van Ken at the door: "Alright, you can come in now. All the mechanisms are now shut down."

Van Ken was secretly astonished, never expecting that this seemingly ancient and even somewhat dilapidated temple would have such an ingenious mechanism inside.

He went inside and noticed some inconspicuous holes in the walls on both sides, and the structure of the roof beams seemed to hold hidden secrets.

Huang Fei explained.

"These are all mechanisms set up by the guardians of the past to protect the totem and prevent accidents."

There are pitfalls, hidden arrows, falling rocks, and entrapment nets.

If someone doesn't know how to break through the barrier and rashly enters, even a skilled martial artist will inevitably be injured or even killed, and will also alert the guardians.

I will teach you how to set up these mechanisms and how to open and close them later.

Vancan nodded without saying anything.

Huang Fei was unaware that he no longer needed to be taught. Just now, Fan Ken had witnessed everything and had already copied all of Huang Fei's techniques, points, and footwork related to closing the mechanism.