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

Chapter 168 Three moves to decide the fate of the world, Chen Wudi a hundred years later!

"Master, is that kid very skilled?" Several disciples gathered around Yang Yuanting and whispered.

"It's hard to say. That last move was either made by a Grandmaster of Internal Energy or someone with superhuman strength."

"Then we shouldn't fight them. It's not our home ground, so they might not resort to dirty tricks."

"Heh, don't worry. Unless we kill all of you and your dirty tricks get out, the Bagua Gate sign will have to be taken down. We've been the local bullies for so many years, haven't we?"

“Master is right. Although it may seem like we are in their territory, the entire city of Beiping is our home ground.”

A hundred meters apart, Chen Zhan also communicated with Zhao Hongbao. At this time, Zhao Hongbao treated him as a peer expert, while he believed that Chen Zhan's age meant he was very likely to advance further in the future.

He instructed Chen Zhan to avoid serious injury regardless of victory or defeat, so as not to affect his future path in martial arts.

Chen Zhan nodded without saying anything more, while Ye Ningzhen smiled without speaking.

Time flies, the sun is setting, and an hour passes quickly.

It was already sunset, and the sky was ablaze with fiery red clouds, a beautiful sunset scene.

But the courtyard was filled with a somber atmosphere.

After resting, Yang Yuanting walked to the center of the field without saying a word.

Chen Zhan understood.

After walking into the center of the arena, Yang Yuanting said, "I saw you use the 'Grasping Sparrow's Tail' technique when you came in. I wonder where you got that skill?"

If Yang Yuanting had asked about other martial arts, he could have ignored it, but since it was about Tai Chi, the question was reasonable.

"What Mr. Hao He taught us is not our usual sparring. I won't use Tai Chi skills, how about that?"

Sun Lutang's Tai Chi was passed down from Hao Weizhen, and it spread throughout the world in later generations, so it is also correct for Chen Zhan to say that it was passed down from Hao He or Hao Weizhen.

Upon hearing that it was Hao Weizhen, the third-generation successor of Wu-style Tai Chi, Wu Yuxiang was older than Yang Luchan in terms of seniority and age, and thus had little to do with Yang's Tai Chi.

"Since it's not the Yang family's Tai Chi, there's no need for that."

Chen Zhan did not respond further, and the two were on the verge of exploding.

A gust of cold wind blew in, swirling up the remaining snow and making the weapon racks in the martial arts school's training ground clang loudly.

Chen Zhan slammed his left foot against the blue bricks, and in the instant the snow splashed, his body shot out like a cannonball. His front hand was loosely clenched in front, while his back hand made a fist, using the twisting force of his waist to strike Yang Yuanting's heart.

His moves are all based on the simplest Five Elements Fist: direct, simple, and swift.

The higher one's martial arts skill, the less useful complex moves become.

The seemingly simple drilling punch aimed at the face appeared far too easy to those in the distance. Was this all Chen Zhan was capable of?

Even those from the Tai Chi School felt that Chen Zhanruo only had this much skill and was destined to lose; there was no suspense, and the only question was how many moves he could last.

But Yang Yuanting, who actually faced Chen Zhan, realized how terrifying it was.

He knew about the Five Elements Fist and had seen the Drilling Fist before, but he had never seen this kind.
The energy locks on; a punch comes, impossible to dodge or avoid, you have to take it head-on!
"Oh!"

Yang Yuanting quickly lowered his shoulders and turned his waist, and his right hand strode forward in an attempt to use Tai Chi to deflect the fist's force. However, as soon as his fingertips touched Chen Zhan's fist, he felt an incomparably powerful force strike him, causing his blood and qi to surge and his right foot to slide a foot in the snow.

In Tai Chi, the "lu" (warding off) force is actually warding off the opponent!
However, his full effort to "smooth" away the force in Chen Zhan's hand not only failed to dissipate the force and change the direction of the punch, but also forced him to take two steps back to dissipate the force.

"Such a strong drilling force!"

"What the hell? Is this some kind of superhuman strength?"

"I heard that in the Chaquan region, besides the one named Wang Ziping, who is known as the born heir to great strength, he was a Mingjin a few years ago and could send an Anjin master flying with one punch. I wonder how much his martial arts have improved now."

He couldn't help but think.

Yang Yuanting's forehead was covered in a fine sweat. Before he could adjust, Chen Zhan had already taken a quick step forward. His front hand suddenly turned into a palm and used the momentum of his forward movement to chop down. It was another simple move, the "chopping fist". The palm blade was like an axe, as if it were splitting Mount Hua, and it was aimed directly at his shoulder and neck.

That feeling again!

He didn't know why, but when Chen Zhan made a simple move, he always felt like he was locked on. His intuition told him that it was best to take the hit head-on and not to think about dodging or changing his move.

Yang Yuanting crossed his arms into a cross shape, intending to use a "peng" force to block the attack, and then squeezed to keep Chen Zhan's arms in the middle.

But then he heard a muffled thud as the palm struck his arm. With that force, he couldn't possibly turn the force into a squeeze. The pain and shock in his arm forced him to retreat to deflect the force.

He staggered back three large steps, his body swaying!

Chen Zhan's third move has arrived, this time it's the "Crushing Fist".

Chen Zhan's fist shot out straight out along the inside of his body.

Standing Fist Blow!

He simply stood still, without moving to gain momentum or stomping his feet to generate power; the force originated from his dantian and flowed throughout. From a distance, this Bengquan (a type of punch) appeared unremarkable, but discerning people knew that at this moment, they shouldn't look at Chen Zhan, but rather at Yang Yuanting, and see how disheveled he looked. This would reveal that Chen Zhan's three consecutive punches were no ordinary feat.

The fist grazed Yang Yuanting's side, and the force of the blow tore a small slit in his clothes.

Yang Yuanting reached the edge of the martial arts arena, where there were stone steps. He stomped on the steps and used the reaction force to spin around, his hands forming "cloud hands" as he moved in arcs to the left and right.

Use roughly the same force as Chen Zhan when catching the double-edged dart.

Grab the queer tail!
Chen Zhan smiled. Grasping the Sparrow's Tail was indeed a high-level move, but it was something only top experts could use against their disciples, which meant it was like bullying the weak.

It's impossible to move a thousand pounds with four ounces of force. To move a thousand pounds, one must have the strength of at least two thousand pounds.

The opponent had the strength of two thousand catties, but Chen Zhan's strength was not a thousand catties, but ten thousand catties!

"Oh!"

The Crushing Fist and Cloud-Piercing Hand technique allows the opponent to deflect the force.

The Bengquan (crushing fist) was like a thunderclap; the fist arrived with tremendous force, and the instant the fist touched Yang Yuanting's body, it was like a thunderclap exploding in his ears.

It's not a "sound," it's a "vibration," so powerful that it makes your eardrums ring and your whole body go numb. This "vibration" is more terrifying than a simple punch.

He placed both hands on Chen Zhan's fist. Although it was only a hand-to-hand contact, his body felt as if it had been shaken. No matter what, he could only grit his teeth and hold on to the punch.

The essence of the Bengquan (Crushing Fist) lies in the vibration!

Chen Zhan completely grasped the essence, and after only a moment of stalemate, Yang Yuanting's Cloud Hands was shaken and he lost control of the Crushing Fist.

Straight to the heart of the enemy, a single punch shakes the soul.

"Om~"

When the Beng Quan (a type of fist strike) landed on him, Chen Zhan hesitated for a moment, then moved the fist away from his heart, shifting it three and a half inches upward, and struck his shoulder socket!
A buzzing sound emanated from Yang Yuanting's body, and he was sent flying, landing directly in the crowd of Yang-style Tai Chi disciples.

The disciples quickly caught it.

Upon examining his master, he found a fist-shaped indentation in his shoulder socket, as if flesh had pierced through bone an inch and a half, and he had actually been knocked unconscious.

Guo Yunshen was once known as "the one who conquered the world with his half-step Bengquan".

Chen Zhan believes his current Bengquan (a type of fist technique) is no worse than Chen Zhan's, and even surpasses it.

"Master, Master, are you alright?"

"Oh no! Master is dead! Master has been beaten to death!"

"That kid, go for the kill!"

A group of disciples chattered amongst themselves. One of the older disciples knew to check the pulse points, and upon checking, he realized the man was not dead.

"He's not dead, he's not dead! Stop shouting!" the eldest disciple said after checking his pulse.

Only then did everyone become quiet.

Looking at Chen Zhan in the arena, he remained calm and composed, and the two had only exchanged three moves.

It should be said that Chen Zhan made three moves, and Yang Yuanting countered them all.

He was knocked out on the third move, couldn't withstand it, and was sent flying by a punch, landing unconscious.

It's that simple.

Three moves to decide the fate of the world!
Amidst the shouts of his disciples, Yang Yuanting awoke, got up to look at Chen Zhan, his feelings a mix of emotions, even a touch of sadness.

He practiced for half his life, reaching the Transformation Realm in his thirties, thinking himself a prodigy. But when compared to true geniuses, he realized he was nothing special.

His keen senses naturally allowed him to sense that Chen Zhan was holding back.

His shoulder socket was shattered. Although the injury was severe and would affect his ability to relax his shoulders and elbows and his arm flexibility in the future, if the blow had hit his heart, he would have certainly died.

Helped to his feet by his disciple, he was unable to bow with his hands clasped in greeting, and could only speak:

"Thank you for holding back, but I've lost. Your martial arts skills..."

“I don’t understand it, and I can’t beat you in the future. If you want to come to Yang Family Tai Chi for revenge, my Yang family will take you in. It’s just a matter of life and death.”

"Dongzhimen is all yours, we admit defeat."

Yang Yuanting spoke with unprecedented discouragement. Although he dared not admit it and did not want to admit it, he knew that Chen Zhan could never be a Transformation Realm expert.

The Yang family has had its share of experts who have reached the Dan level, but none of the Dan-reaching masters they've seen back then were as terrifying as Chen Zhan.

(End of this chapter)