You believe that your gun is no match for my fist?

Gao Zhan's movement technique is called Vajra Blissful Walk. Vajra represents indestructibility and masculine strength. Blissful Walk refers to the practice of great bliss, which is the meaning of "union of bliss and emptiness" in the Highest Yoga Tantra of Esoteric Buddhism.

Okay, you can tell from the name that this movement technique involves something, but that's not important. What matters is that this technique is indeed very effective in combat.

His steps appeared slow but were actually swift; as his body swayed, afterimages followed. His aura was fierce, yet he moved like a ghost. At the highest level of cultivation, one could pass through a garden of flowers without a single petal touching them.

Vajra Bliss Practice, Great Bliss Without Form.

At this moment, Gao Zhan had walked up to a man who was broad-shouldered and was holding a short stick wrapped with wire in his hand.

He saw Gao Zhan's face suddenly appear in front of him, the stick in his hand not even raised, but Gao Zhan's right hand had already slapped him in the chest.

The Great Wheel King Seal, Third Form: Turning Wheel Shattering Mountains.

"Thus have I heard. At one time the Buddha was staying in the country of Shravasti..."

The force originates from the Mingmen point, passes through the Jianjing and Quchi points, and flows into the palm. Gao Zhan's five fingers are slightly bent like wheels, and then suddenly turn outward.

With a loud bang, the man's short stick flew out of his hand and crashed to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of black blood and could no longer get up, twitching on the ground.

Of course, he did hold back; he was certain he wouldn't die today.

Then, he shifted his body, stepping to the left in the direction of the Vajra Joyful Step, dodging the stick behind him.

The stick whizzed past his ear, and Gao Zhan turned his palm into a finger, pointing it at the man's right wrist bone.

The immense force penetrated, and with a crisp "crack," the man's finger bones went limp.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

With a scream, the stick slipped from his hand, and Gao Zhan kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying sideways, knocking over his companion behind him. The two of them fell to the ground together.

"Because I cling to myself, I possess; because I possess, I suffer..."

He glanced at the person lying on the ground, then turned and walked away.

At that moment, the people behind finally moved.

Three loud shouts came rushing from the end of the alley, their footsteps heavy and fast. Gao Zhan's body sank slightly, his internal energy surging wildly. He neither dodged nor avoided, letting the tall, strong man at the front sweep his staff across and strike him hard on the side.

The man was incredibly strong; his blow even bent the stick. But Gao Zhan didn't budge an inch, merely staring at his opponent and muttering:

"To liberate from all suffering and distress, Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form..."

The man stared blankly at Gao Zhan, still reeling from his shock, but Gao Zhan's fingertip was already touching his shoulder.

The force crept into the bone, and the man's entire arm went numb for a moment. A sharp pain struck, and he let out a wail, immediately kneeling down on one knee.

Thirty seconds later, only two people remained on the scene.

Gao Zhan continued chanting calmly, "No sensation, perception, volition, or consciousness; no eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, or mind..."

After saying this, he lowered his shoulders slightly, turned his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of one of them.

When the man saw Gao Zhan appear like a ghost, he was so frightened that he screamed, dropped the stick, and ran away.

But Gao Zhan only took one step before catching up with him, and then pinched the back of the man's neck. The man seemed to have lost his footing, and after running only two steps, he collapsed and lay motionless on the ground.

Now, only one person remains.

He stood there, holding the stick, looking at Gao Zhan, then at his companions lying on the ground, the stick in his hand trembling slightly.

Gao Zhan stepped forward, raised his hand, and gently patted the man's face, saying in a gentle voice:

"Esteemed benefactors, your evil thoughts are too strong. Today, I will cut off these thoughts for you."

After speaking, Gao Zhan withdrew his hand and turned to walk towards Tang Liu. A 'thud' sounded behind him as the stick fell to the ground.

"call."

Gao Zhan breathed a sigh of relief; he felt refreshed after the fight.

Today was truly amazing! There was entertainment, a fight, and women... cough cough.

He walked back to his sixth uncle with a smile on his face and pointed behind him: "Sixth Uncle, how was it?"

Tang Liu crossed his arms, glanced at the figures lying haphazardly in the alley, and nodded perfunctorily: "Not bad."

"Not bad?" Gao Zhan frowned. "Is this what you call not bad?"

"Hmm, not bad." Tang Liu said again, taking out his cigarette case, knocking out a cigarette, putting it in his mouth and lighting it.

He took a drag, exhaled the smoke, and stared at the alley entrance, cigarette between his fingers. Gao Zhan wanted to say something, but just then, a sharp, urgent whistle sounded from the alley entrance.

Tang Liuchao raised his chin at the alley entrance: "Stop talking, the police are coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, two police officers in black uniforms appeared at the alley entrance, carrying batons and pistols at their waists.

Then three or four more arrived, followed by a middle-aged man in plain clothes, slightly overweight, wearing a dark gray detective's hat.

When Tang Liu saw him, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and he quickly went to greet him.

"Hey, Detective Li! Out on a patrol so late at night?"

The middle-aged man slowed his pace when he saw Tang Liu. His gaze swept over the few people still groaning on the ground before landing on Tang Liu's face: "Tang Liu? What, it's you again?"

"Hey, just passing by." Tang Liu said, taking out a cigarette case from his pocket and offering one to the other person. "In the middle of the night, we ran into a bunch of thugs blocking the road. My nephew and I almost got hurt, but luckily the police arrived quickly."

Detective Li took the cigarette, Tang Liu lit it for him, and then he asked, "How badly are you injured?"

"It's nothing serious, just superficial wounds," Tang Liu said with a smile. "Don't worry, it won't kill you."

Detective Li grunted and waved to the police officers behind him: "Take them away."

"Yes, Inspector."

Several police officers rushed over and hurriedly lifted the people off the ground one by one, dragging them toward a black metal van parked at the alley entrance.

Detective Li glanced at Tang Liu again, asked no more questions, pulled his hat down further, and turned to leave.

The metal carriage drove away, and the alleyway fell silent again.

Tang Liu relit his cigarette, which had already gone out, took a drag, and glanced at Gao Zhan.

Then he walked over, patted Gao Zhan on the shoulder, and didn't say anything.

Gao Zhan didn't rush to leave. He stood at the alley entrance, glanced in the direction where the iron carriage had disappeared, and was racking his brains.

Having fought two battles, he is now refreshed and his various needs have been met, so his mind is exceptionally sharp.

He turned to Tang Liu, about to speak, but Tang Liu interrupted him first: "No need to ask, there's nothing to investigate. Just go back to sleep."

Gao Zhan glanced at him; clearly, Tang Liu had probably thought of something as well.

So he nodded.

The two walked out of the alley side by side. The streets were deserted late at night, and there was no one to be seen at all.

As he walked forward, Gao Zhan's mind was still racing.

Who was the one who did it? He had two ideas in mind.

If it wasn't the Second Master, then it must have been the First Master. After all, the Second Master had a criminal record, and it makes perfect sense that he sent someone at night to try and find out more about him.

As for the master, that makes sense too, because he probably wanted to see if his new guard was up to the task.

He wasn't sure which one it was, but since Tang Liu said not to ask, he didn't.