Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

What he feared was the "Third Prince Nezha," who had recently slaughtered his way to the point of leaving corpses strewn across Zhengyang Gate, and who was also the one who had shattered the once-powerful Qing family empire.

They even beat that Shaolin outcast who practiced the Golden Bell Cover and Vajra Palm techniques to death.

He single-handedly wiped out all six major gang leaders of the Qing brand.

I heard that in the battle at Wan Hua Lou, there were at least three or four people of my skill level.

Even if Dong Wei was very confident in himself, he still felt uneasy when he heard the word "mask".

He was afraid of Nezha, but not of Erlang Shen.

"Go away, stop making such a fuss. It's just a mask. Did he say he was coming to challenge us?"

A cold glint flashed in Dong Wei's eyes.

"It's a challenge."

A voice came from afar, and someone stepped into the boxing gym.

The people at the martial arts school laughed.

The newcomer was wearing a mask from the opera stage, and was accompanied by a slender girl with delicate, porcelain-like skin.

The key point is that this girl is wearing a doll mask and holding a lantern.

Hearing the laughter of more than twenty disciples in the martial arts hall, Li Xin also smiled: "I wonder which one of you is Master Dong Wei?"

I've heard that Yongchun White Crane Boxing is ethereal and swift, with extremely exquisite techniques.

Mr. Li specifically came to ask for a couple of tips; please don't hesitate to share your knowledge.

"Where did this ignorant person come from? Instead of learning good things, he tries to imitate others by pretending to be a ghost."

Du Wenzhong, the eldest disciple of Baiheguan, turned pale.

He angrily shouted, "Chen Wu, throw him out!"

"Yes."

A man rushed forward.

Snapped……

Before he could even get into position...

He got slapped across the face.

He was so dizzy from the beating that his body went limp and his legs gave way, and he knelt down in front of Li Xin.

Is it funny?

Li Xin, however, was not angry.

If he were sitting at home and someone wearing a mask came to his house to challenge him, he would laugh.

He laughed even louder than the others.

However, we should at least assess the strength of the person who came.

"I really didn't intend to challenge them."

The next moment, he saw the disciples of Yongchun White Crane Fist rushing up with shouts.

He was clearly enraged by the slap he had given himself.

In particular, the eldest brother, Du Wenzhong, rushed the fastest.

With a swift step, his clothes ripped and rustled in the wind. He lunged forward, unleashing a White Crane Claw strike to his chest.

Li Xin took half a step back and saw this guy perform "White Crane Shaking Feathers" and "Skimming Fish in the Water" in quick succession. His hands moved in a series of rapid, violent strikes, each one hitting the target.

"Hongxiu, stay away from me."

Li Xin took a step to the left and a step to the right, and the White Crane Fist of his senior brother appeared in his mind one by one. He also memorized all the moves of the disciples around him.

They could even clearly see the direction of their exertion and muscle contractions.

He walked back and forth a few steps in the crowd.

More than ten people rushed up, but not a single one of them got even a scratch on his clothes.

The owner of the museum, Dong Wei, had a smile on his face as he watched the farce unfold.

After watching for only a short while, his face froze, and he could no longer smile.

Although the opponent did not make a single move, he calculated the direction of every step he took and every subtle change in his body shape with perfect precision, missing every single punch.

Even if they were fellow disciples rehearsing moves, they wouldn't be able to do it so skillfully, would they?

Therefore, there is only one possibility: all of his disciples, including his eldest disciple Du Wenzhong, are far inferior to their opponent in terms of skill.

The gap is too big, that's why I keep trying, but I can't even touch a hair on my opponent's head.

His heart sank slightly, and he was about to speak up and call a halt.

Then the masked man chuckled and said, "Your White Crane Fist only practices the form, not the spirit. Try my fist too."

As soon as he finished speaking...

Snapped……

It's a move called "White Crane Spreads Its Claws".

He passed through a person's palms, knocking the opponent back several steps until he fell to the ground with a thud.

He slightly shook his arms.

The disciples rushing from both sides were already flying up as if riding the clouds.

Du Wenzhong grew angrier with each fight. When he saw his fellow disciples being easily knocked away like sacks, he roared and charged forward, bringing his elbows together and heading straight for the center gate.

Then, this time the masked man didn't dodge.

Instead, he reverses his hand, lowers his waist, and presses down with his palm.

Half a moon sinks into the river

boom……

A palm struck down on his head.

Du Wenzhong raised his hands together...

Before the force was even released, a tremor was felt, traveling through the wrist, down the spine, and reverberating in the knee...

He was pressed to his knees by a single palm strike, his entire body as flat as a noodle.

His knee slammed hard against the floor tiles, cracking them.

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body going limp and powerless.

As he felt utterly dejected, he saw all his fellow disciples who had rushed up with him being easily knocked down with a single punch and kick.

The opponent was also using the White Crane Fist.

Not only are their moves exquisite, swift, and fierce, but they also demonstrate an extremely refined mastery of power.

He managed to beat the disciple in front until he was completely weak and unable to exert any strength, but he didn't manage to seriously injure him.

"But Master Li Xin is here in person."

"I dare not address you as Master Li. Master Dong, wearing a mask makes it difficult to establish a relationship, so why bother calling me by my name?"

Li Xin removed the Erlang Shen mask from his face and focused his attention on the progress of digesting the [Erlang Shen's Divine Intent] in his mind.

We discovered that the value of 31% jumped sharply to 32%.

Moreover, even after the mask is removed, the progress continues slowly.

'So, it turns out you don't necessarily have to wear a mask.'

Li Xin felt a slight sense of shame, and his gaze towards Dong Wei became slightly strange.

This old man's cleverness backfired.

If you don't reveal my identity, we can fight it out and go our separate ways, and that's fine.

Even if it's a draw, and you praise yourself afterwards, it won't have much impact on the reputation of Yongchun White Crane Boxing.

However, you revealed my identity.

This is not a good solution.

I can't just give up the opportunity and ruin my sect's reputation, can I?

Next, it's up to you how you want to play.

Upon seeing that it was indeed Li Xin, Dong Wei's expression changed slightly, but a surge of anger welled up in his heart: "I naturally admire Bagua Cheng, but you are his most outstanding disciple, showing the potential to surpass your master."

But I, Dong, have no past grudges or recent conflicts with you, Master Li. I wonder why you've come here to cause trouble?

"It's just a friendly exchange, Master Dong. Can't you understand human language?"

Li Xin shook his head, his expression slightly displeased.

As I said when I entered, I was only here to learn about boxing techniques.

They didn't say they were going to challenge us.

However, the other party swarmed forward, speaking in a rather impolite tone.

Even so, I still showed some leniency.

Then they started asking all sorts of questions...

Is it so hard to have a friendly spar?

Without further ado, he unleashed a palm strike from his chest and abdomen.

The moment the palm strike was unleashed, the figure had already arrived before him like a gentle breeze.

It was the White Crane Fist technique, "Wind Sweeps Away Clouds," which I had just learned.

A palm strike covered the area above and below, slashing diagonally and sweeping horizontally.

Dong Wei's vision went dark, and he heard a howling wind and heavy palm shadows in front of him.

I clearly saw a palm strike come down.

But what appeared before my eyes was an illusion.

It was as if a giant, ten-zhang-tall demonic crane had swatted down with its wing.

The sunlight was completely blocked.

He shouted loudly, curled up into a ball, and waved his hands frantically in front of him to intercept.

call……

It seems like the wind has been blocked.

Snapped.

He had already been struck in the chest.

Dong Wei was startled.

His body flew backward for two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) before crashing heavily into the wall.

The shock caused the white ash to fall in a rustling sound, and several spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the wall.

He collapsed in the corner and coughed violently a few times.

Amidst cries of "Master" from all around, he opened his mouth, about to vomit blood...

I vomited a few times, but found that there was no red blood at all, only clear water.

"No need to vomit... The force hit the wall, you're not hurt."

I learned a great deal from Master Dong's White Crane Fist today. Farewell.

Li Xin cupped his hands in greeting, then turned and left the White Crane Boxing Hall.

The more than twenty disciples in the hall, along with Master Dong Wei, all looked at each other in disbelief.

"gone?"

"He's really gone..."