Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Just kill him in Chapter 10, that would have been fine.

Chen Zhan was most proficient in Xingyi Five Elements Fist, having practiced martial arts since the age of thirteen. Over the course of fifteen years, he had practiced the Five Elements Fist countless times, including the external Five Elements (劈, 崩, 钻, 炮, 横), which correspond to the internal Five Elements of the five internal organs: lungs, kidneys, liver, heart, and spleen.

Use power to intimidate people, use tactics to subdue them.

In just a few moves, he forced Gao Zhenbei back several steps, taking two punches to his waist and two to his arm, causing him to stagger.

Tai Chi is cunning, Bagua is slippery, but nothing is more poisonous than intention.

The predecessor of Xingyiquan was Xinyi Liuhequan. Xinyiquan and Xinyiba share the same origin. The three styles of boxing use the same boxing manual, which is said to have been created by Yue Fei, but this cannot be verified. Whether today or in later generations, the universally recognized founder of Xingyiquan is Li Luoneng, also known as Mr. Lao Neng.

The reason why Xingyi Quan is said to be poisonous is because Xingyi Quan is most skilled in power-based fighting techniques!
With greater skill comes the ability to bully others. A slight advantage in skill means forcing someone to their death from the start, maneuvering and dodging until they are trapped and defeated in one fell swoop.

Therefore, it has developed its own system, abandoning many twisting and hip turning techniques, and rising to the state of breaking tendons and generating power. Moreover, in terms of fighting style, it uses seven punches at the same time, as if several techniques are attacking at the same time, making it impossible to defend against.

The opponent was a master, but that was all. After exchanging more than ten rounds, the two made a lot of noise and were already running towards them.

Chen Zhan's mind became increasingly calm, and his hand movements became even faster. His tiger-shaped chopping force was fierce, and just as it landed in front of him, it turned into a drilling fist, exerting force in a spiral motion from the inside out. "Rising like a drill, falling like a flipping," it combined the power of piercing, picking, and drilling.

Gao Zhenbei, who had been so confident just moments before, realized that he had been careless. He was not a "super strongman," and Chen Zhan was not an old master of internal strength boxing.

Now I want to get away, but I can't!

However, he remembered that he had a staff at his waist, and if he had a weapon in hand, he could still fight.

Having just parried Chen Zhan's Snake-Turning-Civet Fist, he reached down with his left arm to touch the black staff at his waist, but as soon as he lowered his left arm, he thought to himself: Oh no!
My left arm was paralyzed after being struck by a hidden force during the parry.

His hand fell to his waist due to inertia, but he had no strength! He couldn't lift the weapon; he only had one hand left.

With his right hand parrying Chen Zhan's follow-up attack, he flicked his left hand and felt himself regain consciousness.

But the next moment, in the cold night, he was drenched in cold sweat.

Upon regaining consciousness, Gao Zhenbei felt his left arm gently caressing his two hands!

The crocodile whipped its tail!

The word "鼍" means crocodile, and Chen Zhan's hand was like a prehistoric giant crocodile, grabbing his left arm in one bite.

Gao Zhenbei felt a jolt in his body, followed by an uncontrollable violent shudder. He was suddenly thrown more than two zhang away, and excruciating pain coursed through his entire body, as if his nerves had frozen.

Looking up again, Chen Zhan casually tossed an arm against the wall.

Chen Zhan remained silent, listening to the footsteps that had reached the alley entrance. He leaped over the brick wall and disappeared into the night in a few steps.

The walls collapsed and countless bricks and stones on the ground shattered, demonstrating the immense force they had endured.

Gao Zhenbei stood there, the blood on his shoulder flowing uncontrollably. Even with his martial arts skills, he couldn't stop the injury.

Fortunately, someone arrived quickly. When the patrolling police officers saw Gao Zhenbei's miserable state, they were so shocked that their eyes widened and their mouths could fit an egg.

"Wait, wait, Master Gao, what's going on?!"

The three police officers gasped in surprise. Gao Zhenbei, enduring the pain, said, "Take me to the hospital!"

"Hey, hey, hurry up, carry Grandpa Gao on your back."

Several men carried Gao Zhenbei on their backs, and the leader even picked up the severed arm from the ground. They ran northwards.

The middle-aged police officer kept rambling on and on:

"What a tragedy! Who would dare to hurt you like this?"

"Damn, damn it."

Gao Zhenbei's physical condition was too strong. He didn't faint even with such serious injuries. Instead, he used his right hand to wrap his long sleeve around the wound to slow down the bleeding.

"Shut up and get out of here!"

Unable to resist letting out a soft shout, the group sped up again, and fortunately, they were not far from the hospital, arriving in less than half an incense stick's time.

After a night of treatment, his arm was definitely not going to be saved, but his life was out of danger.

The next day, the whole of Tianjin became a bit more lively.

Inside a private room at Tianjin Municipal Hospital, Gao Zhenbei lay on the bed, lost in thought. More and more people began to gather outside. Several police officers who had been on guard duty for half the night were called away by a middle-aged man with a single sentence.

A middle-aged man stood at the door, in his thirties, wearing a blue cloth robe. A scar on his eyebrow made him look somewhat frightening, and his expression was solemn and resolute.

People kept coming to the hospital, either to visit or to inquire, but they were all stopped by the middle-aged man.

After a while, he saw all the visitors off before entering the room.

Gao Zhenbei knew who it was just by the footsteps, and spoke with his eyes closed:
"I couldn't understand that person's style. His Tai Chi was powerful and his Xingyi was highly skilled. He saw through my Bajiquan and Piguazhang styles at a glance. However, he had a hidden ailment, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to detect it."

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "You said this person is about your age?"

"That's right. This person is not yet thirty years old, but he has already mastered internal strength. He can unleash internal strength from almost any part of his body when he uses his fists and feet."

"Not even thirty years old, and already almost mastered all the acupoints in his body? Which school's master is he?"

The middle-aged man wasn't asking Gao Zhenbei this question, but rather talking to himself, quite emotionally.

"Senior brother, I have disgraced Master." Gao Zhenbei remained silent for a long time before uttering these words, his heart filled with unresolved frustration.

“A private sparring match is not about saving face. However, since the other party saw through your methods and still showed no mercy, it means that there is no connection between us, the Bajiquan lineage. I will resolve this matter using the methods of the martial arts world. You should rest assured and recuperate.”

"Come to the gate when you're feeling better. Master is back." Zhao Yuting said before leaving.

When Gao Zhenbei heard that his master had returned, his expression flickered, then darkened.

Given his age, he was considered exceptionally talented within the sect. By his early twenties, he had already achieved mastery of the Ming Jin (明劲) technique and was highly proficient in both the Bajiquan (八极) and Piguazhang (劈挂) martial arts styles.

But with one arm severed, his martial arts career came to an end.

Reality is not a fictional story; there has never been a great boxer with one arm, and a disabled person can never be a match for a perfect person.

From now on, I can only work as an instructor within the sect, and I won't be able to hold the position of deputy chief constable for long.

Meanwhile, a luxury mansion in the French Concession.

Outside, as you climb up the mountain to the golden-roofed Western-style building, the sunlight filtering through the white-walled, tiled walls appears even whiter.

A sign stood outside the door that read, "Green Gang Headquarters".

The Green Gang only established its headquarters in Tianjin and Shanghai; the rest were "branch halls" and "incense halls".

Once inside the Western-style building, it becomes rustic and charming.

The huanghuali wood armchair has a shrine in the center, where the founders of the gangs are enshrined: the Green Gang enshrines the ancestral tablets of "Weng, Qian, and Pan".

The Green Gang worships the Three Ancestors, while the Hong Gang worships Guan Yu, the God of War.

Below the shrine are two large chairs with tiger skin cushions. The chair on the left is empty, while a middle-aged man sits on the right with a scar on his face that runs from below his eye to the corner of his mouth.

Below, in two rows, are eight chairs, each occupied by five people.

The middle-aged man above him was named Yuan Wenhui, a senior figure in the Green Gang, belonging to the "Wu" generation. He was of a very high seniority and was of the same generation as Du Yuesheng.

It is said in the underworld that there is Du Yuesheng in the south and Yuan Wenhui in the north.

However, he was very young, only thirty years old, yet he had already become the number two figure in the Tianjin Green Gang, and many of the elders in the subordinate branches were older than him.

But Yuan Wenhui found a good godfather, Bai Yunsheng, a big boss of the Green Gang.

This man was an even more influential figure, with connections that extended far and wide. From the military and police to the porters, everyone in Tianjin respected him, and even the foreigners in the foreign concessions had to consult with him carefully.

Some people were dissatisfied, but dared not speak out.

Last night, a gang leader and his henchmen were murdered, and the police mobilized a large number of officers, including a deputy chief constable who was injured.

The group discussed the matter for a long time, arguing incessantly, while Yuan Wen remained calm and silent.

Finally, all was quiet. Yuan Wenhui, sitting at the head of the table, took a sip of tea, rinsed his mouth, spat it back into the cup, and spoke softly:
"What a hassle. Just find it, kill it, and that's it."

(End of this chapter)