Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): Don't touch my parents!

Your father will always be your father, and I'll make sure you know exactly how many eyes Lord Ma has.

Before he could finish speaking, He Daqing suddenly sprang up.

Like a cheetah that has been lying in wait for a long time, suddenly pounces, its claws outstretched, heading straight for He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu remained completely calm, subtly adjusting his steps and swaying slightly.

He effortlessly dodged the attack, clasping his hands in a respectful gesture, yet revealing a stubborn streak that refused to admit defeat.

"Fine, very well, today I'll grant your wish, you arrogant brat."

Upon seeing this, He Daqing's playful expression vanished, and he returned the greeting with clasped hands.

He then adopted a simple and solemn starting stance.

Although He Yuzhu couldn't understand what kind of kung fu it was, he recognized it as the style of boxing his father practiced.

His father had never taught him anything, and he had no idea which school or lineage it came from.

Immediately afterwards, He Yuzhu also lowered his waist and stood firmly, taking his stance.

He Daqing stared intently at his starting stance, and his previously nonchalant gaze instantly froze.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he uttered two words in a trembling voice.

"Eight Extremes?"

"Please enlighten me, Father!"

"I don't care where you learned your fighting skills from, from some unorthodox or unorthodox school."

He Daqing remained defiant on the surface, but inside he was in turmoil.

"At your age, you little brat, you think you can spar with your father? You're way too green!"

"Let's put it to the test and see what it's really like," He Yuzhu replied loudly.

"Fine, very well! Since you've asked for a beating, I'll only use three-tenths of my strength."

He Daqing gritted his teeth and squeezed out each word from between them.

This was both an attempt to establish his authority and a way to forcibly conceal his inner shock.

"So that you won't cry and run to your mother to complain that I, as your father, am bullying my son."

"Come on, let your dad see just how capable you really are. You make the first move!"

"Father, you must be very careful!"

He Yuzhu shouted and suddenly charged forward.

His right fist clenched tightly, creating a whistling wind that shot straight at He Daqing's vital chest like a cannonball.

A look of surprise flashed across He Daqing's eyes—this child's punches were so powerful and forceful.

It was not the strength a ten-year-old child should have.

He reacted quickly, twisting his waist and hips sharply to the side and narrowly avoiding the heavy punch.

At the same time, his right hand transformed into a knife, sharp as a blade, cutting straight at He Yuzhu's wrist pulse point, intending to use skill to overcome strength.

He Yuzhu was a fraction faster than him, his wrist flipping lightly and flexibly as if it were a rotating axle.

He smoothly transformed his fist into a palm, clashing head-on with He Daqing's hand chop in mid-air.

The two forces collided in mid-air, canceling each other out, causing both of them to retreat half a step.

He Daqing was secretly alarmed—he had clearly only used 30% of his strength.

This kid caught it with ease, and you could even feel his solid and steady strength.

He snorted coldly, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Interesting. It seems I really underestimated you."

"Try this again, take this one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, He Daqing's footwork changed drastically, his figure elusive and ghostly.

In the blink of an eye, he circled behind He Yuzhu, unleashing a simultaneous palm strike that cut through the air and aimed straight for his back.

Although He Yuzhu turned his back to his father, Bajiquan emphasizes that the mind moves the body and the eyes are always on the move.

He keenly sensed the danger behind him and suddenly turned around.

He crossed his arms to protect his chest, managing to block the sneak attack.

However, the powerful palm strike still penetrated through his arm, despite his defenses.

The powerful impact still caused him to stagger back two steps.

The snow crunched underfoot, sending debris flying everywhere.

"Father, your back-striking palm strike is truly powerful, incredibly effective!"

He Yuzhu took the opportunity to regulate his breathing, praising the words as he steadied his stance.

Ready for another battle.

After this blow, the last trace of contempt in He Daqing's heart completely vanished.

He took a deep breath, his chest slightly bulging, and this time he would not hold back.

He immediately exerted five-tenths of his strength.

His movements were as fast as lightning, his palms flying up and down, creating layers upon layers of palm shadows.

It enveloped He Yuzhu like a storm.

Each palm strike carried the force of an overwhelming mountain.

He Yuzhu dared not be negligent and applied the fierce and powerful techniques of Bajiquan, including "attacking, helping, squeezing, leaning, collapsing, shaking, and attacking".

He performed to the fullest. Faced with his father's relentless onslaught...

Instead, he charged straight ahead, each punch carrying the domineering power to shatter stone and split monuments.

He refused to give an inch, engaging in a fierce and head-on struggle with his father.

The wind was biting cold on the night, but the father and son clashed back and forth in the courtyard, their fists and palms clashing and surging.

After a fierce battle, both men were filled with excitement and soon began to sweat profusely.

As the fight continued, He Daqing's breathing became increasingly labored, and he felt his strength waning. His previous advantage was being gradually eroded.

To find out more about his son, he secretly tightened his waist and raised his strength to eight-tenths.

But after only ten or so moves, He Daqing was shocked – his proud eight-tenths strength was only enough to fight his son to a draw.

This discovery left him filled with a mixture of surprise and doubt, and his heart was pounding with emotion:

When did this kid develop such superhuman strength?

Such a physique is not something a ten-year-old child could possess!

Looking at his Bajiquan moves, which are skillful and powerful, he seems to be a master who has been immersed in the art for decades.

Where is there even a trace of a beginner's awkwardness? With such skill, could it be that he has already reached the point of establishing his own school of thought?

If He Daqing hadn't watched this child grow up with his own eyes, and hadn't looked at this familiar face, he would have almost doubted his own existence.

He almost roared inwardly: Hey! What kind of monster dares to impersonate my son? Show yourself!

He Daqing gritted his teeth, no longer hiding his abilities. Since he couldn't find out what was going on, he resorted to crushing him with force.

In an instant, his eyes sharpened like an eagle's, his muscles tensed to the extreme, and his originally calm aura suddenly turned ferocious.

Even the howling wind and snow seemed to pause for a moment.

He Yuzhu instantly sensed the suffocating pressure, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, knowing that his father was serious.

And this is exactly the result he wanted.

Only by demonstrating sufficient self-defense capabilities can one avoid many obstacles when going out to handle affairs in the future.

No matter what you bring back from outside, your family can no longer object.

In this world, strength ultimately speaks.

The two figures clashed again, the sounds of fists and palms striking each other relentlessly, shaking the very soul.

He Daqing unleashed his full power, his offensive like a raging torrent, one wave after another, sweeping towards He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu pushed the violent nature of Bajiquan to its extreme, becoming more and more courageous in battle, his blood boiling like fire.

This was the first time he had unleashed the hidden power within him without reservation, and only now did he truly understand it.

This Bajiquan is no longer just a set of rigid moves; it has become ingrained in our very bones and blood.

As if he had practiced diligently for decades, he could control the flow of the air with effortless ease.

Suddenly, He Daqing seized a barely perceptible opening when He Yuzhu changed his move, and with a powerful swing of his right arm, delivered a heavy punch that slammed into He Yuzhu's shoulder joint.

He Yuzhu's heart tightened—if this punch landed squarely, his shoulder would either break or dislocate, and he would be unable to move it for half a month.

But he remained completely calm, and at the critical moment, he dodged to the side with an incredible twist of his body.

At the same time, the left arm bends at the elbow to block horizontally, precisely intercepting the point where the fist will land.

The expected rock-splitting force did not come; He Yuzhu only felt about 30% of its power.

Clearly, the father held back at the last moment.

Even so, he was still young and his physique was ultimately limited. He was still shaken back several steps by the remaining force before he could regain his footing.

"Hmph, now you know how powerful your father is, huh? You still dare to challenge me?"

He Daqing withdrew his fist and stood up, a hint of smugness on his face, as if the life-or-death struggle just now was nothing more than a casual lesson in boxing.

He Yuzhu rubbed his slightly numb shoulders, but there was no sign of dejection on his face. Instead, he laughed loudly:

"Father, you are indeed amazing. I admit defeat wholeheartedly—I was only half a move short."

"A loss is a loss! Stop making excuses for me!"

He Daqing continued to be sarcastic, but a surge of pride welled up inside him—this kid is really something.

Just then, a series of hurried, chaotic footsteps came from the direction of the central courtyard, indicating that many people were rushing over.

The father and son exchanged a glance, and He Yuzhu immediately understood. Without saying a word, he rushed towards the snowman that had already been built in the corner of the yard.

He reached into the snowman's belly and pulled out a bulging bundle. He then quickly turned back and handed it to He Daqing with both hands.

Just as He Daqing took the heavy bundle, two figures emerged from the shadows of the hanging flower gate—it was Yi Zhonghai and Jia Laonian.

The two men each carried a gleaming kitchen knife and a sturdy rolling pin, clearly indicating they had come prepared.

Madam Jia was known for her sharp ears. Although she rarely went out, her ears were specially designed to listen to what was happening inside and outside the courtyard.

She vaguely heard strange noises in the front yard and immediately informed Jia Laonian.

Old Jia was timid and afraid of trouble, so he didn't dare to go alone and hurriedly ran next door to call Yi Zhonghai.

The two men discussed it and realized that things were not simple. They also wanted to call Xu Wangcai for courage, but unfortunately he had not yet returned.

"Great Qing, why are you still leaving Zhuzi out so late?"

Yi Zhonghai spoke first, his gaze fixed on He Daqing.

"Hmm, just some personal business to take care of." He Daqing's expression remained unchanged as he lifted the bundle slightly forward, deliberately showing its weight, trying to shut him up.

"What was that commotion over here just now?"

Yi Zhonghai's gaze passed over He Daqing, fixed on the bulging bundle, and pressed for an answer.

"Hey, it's nothing serious," He Daqing casually made up. "I ran into a petty thief on the road and just dealt with him."

"Zhu Zi found it interesting and kept asking me to teach him a few moves, so I just showed him a few simple ones."

"Great Qing, what can I say about you!" Yi Zhonghai exclaimed, his face full of disappointment. "It's pitch black outside, how dangerous!"

"Besides, Zhu Zi is still so young, why are you bringing him out to cause trouble?"

"That's right, the Qing Dynasty." Old Jia quickly echoed, afraid of siding with the wrong side, "Don't take Zhuzi out at night anymore."

"If the child is bored, let him come and play with my Dongxu."

"It's cold outside, everyone go back inside."

He Daqing didn't want to linger, so he picked up his bundle with one hand and grabbed He Yuzhu's wrist with the other, then turned and walked towards the hanging flower gate.

To everyone's surprise, the two men showed no sign of giving up. After exchanging glances, Yi Zhonghai, still steeling himself, spoke up:

"Great Qing, wait a minute. What good stuff are you rummaging through in this bundle?"

"Nothing special." He Daqing paused, his tone turning cold. "It's all for Zhu Zi."

"The baby has no milk and is crying from hunger, so we have to find a way to feed him."