Physical immortality begins with Bajiquan

Night is falling on Yuhuo Bay.

Qin Heng gently knocked on the door of his shop and slowly walked in.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, his older sister Qin Ting had already set out dinner in the front hall. A large bowl of smooth, steaming steamed eggs was his favorite dish.

"Xiao Heng, you're finally back! Eat up, it's freshly heated up." Qin Ting smiled and handed over the bowl and chopsticks, sitting down next to her younger brother. She added with a smile, "By the way, Xiao Heng, the temple fair is in two days. Our family has overcome so many obstacles this year, we can finally have a peaceful New Year. Let's go to the City God Temple to offer incense and give thanks, and also go to the big market to have some fun!"

Qin Heng nodded, feeling a warmth in his heart as he looked at his sister's bright and excited eyes. He nodded in agreement: "Alright, then I'll do whatever you say, sister. I'll ask for leave from the Cui family pharmacy tomorrow and go with you on the appointed day."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ting's eyes curved into crescents, and she happily began to chatter on, telling her younger brother about the trivial things that had happened in the alley these days.

Qin Heng listened quietly, occasionally responding, and before he knew it, the steamed egg in the bowl was gone.

After cleaning up the dishes, Qin Heng returned to his small room.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his mind flashing back to the conflict he had with Qin Tianbao before returning home that evening.

This cousin, a close relative, has always acted eccentrically and ruthlessly. Today, he was publicly reprimanded by his master, so things are unlikely to end well for him.

However, if he really dares to come knocking on my door, I will no longer hold back. Although we are both of the Qin family bloodline, we have already broken off all pretense of civility, and any further fight will no longer be a simple sparring match.

Qin Heng looked out the window, where the fishing lights on the distant dock flickered like stars fallen on the water.

After a long while, he blew out the oil lamp, lay down fully clothed, and listened to the faint sound of waves outside the window before falling asleep.

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The next morning, before the cold fog had dissipated, Qin Heng arrived at Cui's Pharmacy on Datong Street on time for his shift.

He stayed at the pharmacy for a while, but Cui Ran told him to hurry back to the martial arts school. The martial arts exam was coming up soon, and there was no need to waste time at the pharmacy and delay his preparation.

Qin Heng did not refuse. After thanking him, he packed his things and headed to Songxuan Martial Arts Hall.

When he arrived, everything in the martial arts school was as usual. Some students were practicing their stances in the training ground, while many disciples were sparring and exchanging techniques in the demonstration area.

Seeing everyone practicing, Qin Heng also changed his clothes and started practicing Bajiquan on the training ground. After practicing several sets of Bajiquan by himself, he went to the sidelines to rest for a while, wiping his sweat and watching the other disciples spar in pairs.

At this moment, Li Yiping walked over carrying a gourd of wine, shaking it in her hand: "The martial arts competition is getting closer and closer, Eighth Junior Brother. My Eldest Senior Brother and Third Senior Brother won't practice with me, so it's perfect that you're here. Why don't you spar with me for a few moves?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Heng's heart stirred; he had the same thought.

Sparring with a master like Li Yiping, who has been immersed in internal strength for many years, can improve one's proficiency in boxing techniques much faster than practicing alone.

He nodded, tucked the towel into his waistband, and followed Li Yiping to the open space on the west side of the training ground.

Soon, the two stood facing each other and simultaneously assumed the starting stance of Bajiquan.

The crisp sounds of fists and palms clashing rang out one after another. The exchanges were all brief and to the point, intended only for sparring and counter-skilling, not for determining a winner.

Qin Heng's attacks were even faster than the day before, and his internal energy control became more and more effortless, with each move carrying a solid force.

[Destiny: Diligence is rewarded by Heaven; success is inevitable]

【Bajiquan (Dacheng 15/1800)】

Bajiquan (Minor Success Level 788/800)

【Shadowless Footwork (Beginner 69/300)】

Just then, a deep, thunderous boom suddenly erupted from the east side of the courtyard.

The blue bricks beneath their feet suddenly trembled, the vibrations so strong that even the soles of their shoes could feel them, and the wind chimes hanging under the eaves were shaken and made to ring loudly.

Immediately following were gasps of cold air and a chorus of low shouts, followed by a series of sharp whistling sounds, and dust billowed across the eastern side of the training ground.

"Huh? What's going on? Something's not right! This is definitely not a normal sparring match, I have to go check it out!"

Li Yiping raised an eyebrow, withdrew her fist, turned sideways, and walked quickly past Qin Heng.

Qin Heng also glanced at the east side of the martial arts arena, which was obscured by the dust. After a slight hesitation, he chose not to go and watch the excitement, but instead continued practicing Bajiquan on the spot.

East side of the training ground.

Xu Feng's clothes were torn at the hem, his left forearm was visibly swollen and red, his breathing was slightly disordered, and his face was pale.

Qin Tianbao was impeccably dressed, a confident and triumphant smile playing on his lips, clearly indicating that he had the upper hand.

Many people in the arena did not know why the two were fighting. They only saw that Xu Feng had unusually not entered the inner courtyard to practice his stances after arriving at the martial arts school this morning. Instead, he practiced his boxing alone on the east side of the outer courtyard's martial arts arena.

It wasn't until his seventh senior brother, Qin Tianbao, walked up to him with his fourth senior sister, Huang Hanyan, that he deliberately put his arm around Huang Hanyan's waist and whispered something to her.

Third Senior Brother Xu Feng suddenly looked up, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot. Without saying a word, he threw a punch, and the two began to fight.

At this moment, Xu Feng shouted, took a step forward, and slammed his fists upward from his waist, which was the Bajiquan Standing Heaven Cannon!

The essence of this move lies in its upward strike, channeling power through the fist to target the opponent's chin and chest, with the force of a thunderclap.

Qin Tianbao remained calm and retreated slightly to avoid the punch. At the same time, he formed his right hand into a claw and used the "Oriole Double Claw" technique to grab Xu Feng's wrist. The hidden force instantly invaded the meridians through his fingertips.

Xu Feng flipped his wrist and used his hidden strength to break free. He then threw a left punch, aiming straight for Qin Tianbao's ribs.

Qin Tianbao twisted his waist to avoid the vital points under his ribs, then leaped up with a light step, swinging his right palm like a mountain-splitting axe, and slammed it down hard on Xu Feng's crown.

A fierce tiger stubbornly climbs the mountain!

He concentrated all his hidden strength in this palm strike, and the palm wind, carrying the energy, roared down, pressing the air around his palm so hard that it emitted a muffled "humming" sound.

"Bang!"

Xu Feng hurriedly raised his arm to block the attack above his head, and the two hidden forces collided violently in mid-air.

He felt an overwhelming force slam through his arm and into his chest, as if his internal organs had been displaced. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

The bones creaked and groaned as the person was slammed down, the blue bricks beneath their feet cracking into several pieces, the fragments flying up to half a foot high.

The moment Qin Tianbao landed, he slammed his right foot off the ground, shooting out like an arrow, his right palm carrying an extremely concentrated palm wind that struck Xu Feng's heart.

He used all his strength in that palm strike, clearly he was blinded by rage and no longer cared about anything!

The disciples watching were in an uproar.

No one expected that Xu Feng, who had mastered the Dark Force for two years and whose strength was second only to the senior brother in the sect, would be suppressed by Qin Tianbao, who had just entered the Dark Force stage.

Just as Qin Tianbao was pressing his advantage and about to deliver a powerful palm strike, a figure darted between the two with lightning speed.

Senior Brother Zhang Mingyuan struck Qin Tianbao's right forearm with a palm strike, the hidden force penetrating along the edge of his palm.

Qin Tianbao felt a piercing numbness in his forearm, and his entire arm uncontrollably veered outward, grazing Xu Feng's shoulder and missing its mark. The force of his palm struck the blue brick ground beside him, sending up a shower of pebbles.

Zhang Mingyuan's face was ashen. He stood between the two men and said in a deep voice, "You!! Have you all forgotten the rules of my Songxuan Martial Arts School? Private fights between fellow disciples are forbidden! Stop it now!"