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

Chapter 165 Kowtowing and Admitting Mistakes, Yang Style Tai Chi

Chen Zhanteng stepped back, sweeping his foot across the tables and chairs behind him. The movement seemed harmless, just a light touch, "Bang~ bang~ bang~"

There were no tables or chairs behind them; they arrived first despite starting later.

With remarkable skill, he swept all the glowing coal briquettes aside and placed them on the shed.

"Hissssss~"

The tea stall's shed was badly damaged, collapsing with a creak. The coal briquettes on the shed hissed, and it looked like they would catch fire soon.

The young man failed to recognize that Chen Zhan was a master, and continued to stare intently at Ruan Zhi, assuming that Ruan Zhi was the only master present.

But after Chen Zhan intercepted the danger, he looked over there and saw that Chen Zhan was already in front of him.

He quickly used his leg as scissors, taking half a step back and then extending his leg. His leg shadow was like the wind, cutting through the cold air and heading straight for his face.

Chen Zhan couldn't possibly mess with this kid. He could fight him leg to leg, and be faster, fiercer, and more ruthless.

"Kaka~"

With two sharp sounds, the young man was sent flying backward, his right leg, calf, and thigh each bent at an odd angle.

"Ah~!!"

The young man's screams echoed in the air, landing just in time to extinguish the tarpaulin that had set the coal briquettes ablaze.

"Ran-ge'er!"

The others exclaimed in surprise and ran over to help him up, "Ran-ge'er, are you alright? Are you alright?"

At this moment, the wicked and arrogant look on his face was gone, his hair was soaked with sweat, and he was screaming while clutching his leg: "My leg is broken, broken!"

"Quick, take me to the hospital, there's still hope for my leg."

The four men had lost all desire for revenge and wanted to leave, but Chen Zhan said calmly, "I didn't let you leave."

The tall, thin boy who came with him looked terrified. Zhao Ran was already a top expert among his fellow disciples of the same generation. Even among the younger generation of the Thirteen Halls in Beiping, he was outstanding and had few rivals.

But in front of Chen Zhan, they didn't even have a chance to fight, let alone exchange blows.

He couldn't even see what the other person was doing.

This piece is ridiculously tough.
Even the elders in the sect wouldn't dare say they had that ability.

He stepped forward and said decisively, "We were blind and didn't recognize your greatness. We've offended you. Please kneel down and kowtow to us. Please forgive us this time."

"You all fucking kneel down!" he roared as he turned around.

The three men who had been beaten earlier knelt down with a thud, along with the tall, thin boy, and each kowtowed.

"Dangdangdangdang~"

The four men knelt on the ground, and the tall, thin boy spoke again.

“We are from the Tongbei Pigua School. You should have heard of our master, Ma Fengtu. We are not threatening you, but we just want you to give our master some face and let us get our injuries treated first. Afterwards, we will come to apologize and you can do whatever you want with us.”

The tall, thin boy was not old, looking a year or two younger than Bai Wu, probably around seventeen or eighteen, but he spoke with maturity and had the air of a general.

Realizing what had happened, he first sincerely apologized, kowtowed and admitted his mistake, then revealed his identity and begged Chen Zhan for face.

His tone and attitude were impeccable, and he considered himself a junior, inferior to others, making it difficult for Chen Zhan to bully him.

"Ma Feng Tu"

Chen Zhan had heard of this person before. Ye Ningzhen had mentioned that among the thirteen martial arts schools, Tongbi Pigua was one of them.

With such a humble stance, Chen Zhan couldn't very well directly try to kill him.
"Leave the money and leave. Go talk to your master in a few days."

Upon hearing Chen Zhan's words, the group quickly got up, took off the money bag, and then carried the young man with the broken leg away.

The Zhang father and daughter knew they had met a true master, and they quickly expressed their gratitude.

“You can take a portion of the money, but the stall and stove will need to be replaced,” Chen Zhan said.

"Oh, thank you for your generosity."

Old Zhang's smile made Chen Zhan very uncomfortable.

The lower classes of this era, having experienced the late Qing Dynasty, the Beiyang period, and the Republic of China, had not yet been able to change their mindset from that of "lower class" people, and still considered some money as a reward.

However, he could not change the status quo of his social class.

Distracted, they got up and left, with the little fox and the others following behind.

“Oh, brother-in-law, you’ve offended Ma Fengtu. I heard from my second sister that he’s extremely protective of his own,” Ruan Zhi said as she caught up with him.

"Ha, I was worried he wouldn't take care of his apprentices, so I couldn't find a reason to challenge his martial arts school."

Chen Zhan's lips twitched twice, but he didn't object to being called "brother-in-law".

"Brother-in-law, it's good that you know what's going on. By the way, my eldest sister and second sister both went to the Bagua Museum, let's go there too."

She briefly explained the incident of the Bagua Hall challenging another martial arts school, as well as the conflicts between the thirteen martial arts schools in Beijing.

Chen Zhan nodded. Shuncheng Baguazhang Martial Arts School was one of the thirteen schools and was also the support of the Ye Ningzhen sisters. It would be good to go and take a look first.

During this period, Beiping was relatively stable under the rule of the Nationalist government, so it was somewhat difficult for Chen Zhan to unite the martial arts community to resist the Japanese.

The current situation is different from what Wang Wucheng and Tinghua did back then.

At that time, the Qing government was tyrannical, had lost its sovereignty and national dignity, and was bullied to the point of being outdone by foreigners. It was even expected to hand over the country to foreign powers.

After the Eight-Nation Alliance captured Beijing, they carried out a bloody massacre of unarmed civilians in the city. No one was spared, whether they were ordinary people in the streets and alleys or the elderly, women and children hiding in temples and houses.

Therefore, the military men of that time were able to rise up in resistance and fight desperately against the foreigners and the Qing government.

But the current Nationalist government is different. The Japanese have occupied Northeast China, but they haven't taken large-scale action. The last massacre was many years ago.

The scar is healed and the pain is forgotten.

After a generation or two, they remarried, started new families and careers, and had new ties to share.

It's unrealistic to expect these people to immediately abandon their families and homes to kill the Japanese.

Therefore, Chen Zhan's strategy also needed to change accordingly: first establish authority, then cultivate virtue; when the Japanese went berserk, they would naturally unite as one. The distance from Guangqumen to the vicinity of Dengshikou was not far.

Ruan Zhi had been there before, so she knew the way, and soon the group arrived at 'Shuncheng Baguazhang Hall'.

Large plaques, wide gates, tall houses, large households.

This shows that the Cheng School of Baguazhang often does quite well. This is normal, as there are two branches of Baguazhang: the Gong family dominates in Northeast China, while the Cheng School is scattered across various regions. However, it benefits from the support of its old brothers who remember its past kindness, and although its younger generations may not have top-tier masters like Sun Lutang, most of its disciples are quite capable.

If someone harbors hatred and resentment, their martial arts skills will inevitably be lacking.

Peaceful times cannot nurture great talents; that is why heroes and tyrants emerge in times of chaos.

The gate was tightly closed, clearly indicating that no guests were being received today.

But Chen Zhan could already hear the commotion in the courtyard through the high vermilion gate; people were having a contest.
It's still a sword technique, not fist or foot fighting.

"Xiao Zhi, go knock on the door," Chen Zhan said.

"Oh, oh, oh, what's there to call it? Just go in through the door of your own home."

"The door is bolted. Are you going to break it down?"

"Huh? Really? Brother-in-law, you can tell just by looking at him? Is it really that amazing?"

He stepped forward and pushed, but it didn't budge. He tried a little more force, but it still wouldn't move.

Is it really inserted?

"Dong Dong Dong~"

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Ruan Zhi pounded on the door, and soon someone shouted, "Today we're having an internal competition at our martial arts school; we're not seeing any guests."

"No guests! This old lady is not a guest! Open the door!" Ruan Zhi said angrily.

Upon hearing the noise, footsteps approached immediately, and soon the wooden door opened.

“It’s you, Little Bean. Even I can’t get in?” Ruan Zhi said, pointing to the boy who had opened the door.

"Oh, I didn't know it was you. Please come in, senior sister."

However, he looked at Chen Zhan with some wariness, noting that there was a child and a boy with him.

He thought to himself: What kind of combination is this? They don't seem like good people.

However, with Ruan Zhi present, he dared not say anything more.

Ruan Zhi had been in the capital for more than half a month. With her outgoing personality, she had already become familiar with everyone. Her martial arts skills were high, and she had defeated all the junior disciples.

Even the older senior brothers felt embarrassed to use their full strength against her.

After all, he's more than ten years older. What kind of skill is it to win?
"Senior sister, the martial arts competition is in progress. We've already lost two matches, and the situation is not good. Master doesn't look well. Be careful," Xiaodouzi said, leaning closer to Ruan Zhi.

"It's alright, it's alright. I've invited a master, we're not afraid of their Yang-style Tai Chi."

Ruan Zhi witnessed Chen Zhan defeat Ding Lianshan with a single palm strike, making the latter feel inferior. Ding Lianshan was a master of internal energy, and had been famous for many years.

Following the boy inside, Bai Wu and Fire Fox, neither of whom had ever been to the Grand Martial Arts Hall before, looked around.

Most of the martial arts schools in Beijing were converted from traditional courtyard houses.

The training ground is the "heart" of the martial arts school. It is located in the middle courtyard, so the first courtyard you enter is the west wing, which serves as the disciples' dormitory, while the east wing is used as an armory.

Passing through the corridor, you enter the central courtyard. The main building faces south, and the council chamber is on the right.

The courtyard was enormous, and it was now used as a training ground.

Chen Zhan immediately spotted Li Qingsu, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, sparring with someone opposite him, and it was a contest of swordsmanship.

Ye Ningzhen stood beside a middle-aged man, with a dozen or so disciples around her, all looking tense.

The opposing side in the martial arts arena also consisted of a dozen or so people, with the leader being an even younger man who looked to be no more than forty years old and had not yet grown a beard.

In the arena, the Bagua Entangling Knife clashed with the Taiji Yin-Yang Knife.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding~"

The arena was filled with noise and people moving about. Li Qingsu's usually cool face showed some tension.

If you don't want to kill someone with your fists and feet, you can control it to some extent, but weapons are different. When weapons clash, people can die easily.

They were all sharpened swords; a single swipe would take away an arm.

Fortunately, she moved with exceptional agility, dodging the blades each time.
With a flick of his wrist, the Bagua Blade wrapped around the opponent's hand, disarming him and sending his long sword flying with a "clang."

If the weapon is out of your hand, there is still a chance in a life-or-death struggle.

But this competition is all about weapons; losing a weapon means immediate defeat.

However, Li Qingsu did not give up, not because she did not want to, but because both sides were fighting with all their might. Her opponent suddenly lost her weapon, but the strength in her hand could not be dissipated.

The blade flashed uncontrollably, wrapping around the man's arm.

This is extremely dangerous. The blade is cold and sharp; if it gets entangled, an arm will definitely be ruined.

"Ding~"

The double-edged dart struck the blade with a clang, deflecting the blade by an inch and only managing to shred the blue robe on the man's arm.

A bloody scratch appeared on my arm, but it wasn't a serious injury.

However, the double-edged dart, with its sharpened tips on both sides, changed direction after colliding with the longsword and shot towards the door.

It just so happened to be the spot where Chen Zhan and his group were standing.

The little fox was engrossed in watching when the dart came straight at him. He had no chance to dodge it, but Chen Zhan wouldn't let him get hurt.

With a swift reach, the force of the two-edged darts was released in a circular motion, and the force dissipated instantly.

Grab the queer tail!
(End of this chapter)