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Chapter 191 Taking Advantage of One's Seniority?
The two were unaware of Chen Zhan's plan, but were quite shocked.

At the same time, it can be seen that Chen Zhan has big ambitions. Although the martial arts world may not seem to have many people, it is actually very powerful. If they can be organized, they will be a considerable force.

However, Chen Zhan's actions would offend all the martial arts sects. Who would want an alliance leader to be above them?
“In that case, we agree to Brother Chen’s conditions. The ancient book will be delivered within three days. As for the official certification, that’s up to you, Brother Chen,” Chen Zuyan said.

Chen Zhan pondered for a moment.

"It will be in three days. I will take care of the people you want to kill within three days."

"Um, three days? That might be a bit difficult, right?" Hong Chen said somewhat awkwardly.

"Oh? The person you're looking to kill isn't in the capital?"

Hong Chen smiled awkwardly, took out a booklet from his pocket, and handed it to Chen Zhan.

"Everyone is on the register. Each person has a recorded address, martial arts skills, and crimes committed in their life. They are all heinous criminals."

“Brother Chen, please investigate. We’re not here to eliminate dissidents, but these people truly deserve to die.”

Chen Zhan took the booklet and quickly flipped through the ten pages, finishing it in no time.

"It will be done in three days. You two should go back and prepare your things."

Chen Zhan didn't change his mind, and the two of them didn't say anything either, and simply took their leave.

Bai Wu saw the man out of the gossip shop, and the two returned to the club. On the way, they chatted quietly: "Boss, he agreed so easily, can he really do it in three days?"

Chen Zuyan shook her head: "How would I know? You've seen him make a move, but I haven't."

"Ten pages of records, but not just ten people, and some are hundreds of miles apart, with troops under their command. No matter how skilled he is, he still needs time to prepare. Besides, the journey alone is a thousand miles, probably three days."

"If he can't finish in three days, he'll ruin his own reputation. Let's not worry about how many days it takes; let's just focus on doing our own jobs well."

"That's true. If he wants to become the leader of the martial arts alliance, who knows how many people he'll offend. There's another takeaway from this trip: it seems unlikely that Chen Zhan will join the society," Hong Chen remarked.

"That's right. Chen Zhan is too ambitious. We still don't understand what he wants to do. But if he really becomes the leader of the martial arts alliance and unifies the martial arts world in the north and south, all the warlords in the world will probably treat him with great respect."

"By then, we won't even need to talk about winning them over; their status will already be unequal."

After the two left, Chen Zhan looked at the booklet. Three days was more than enough time, so he put it in his pocket.

Take Bai Wu out with me.

Ye Ningzhen was injured, and the Bagua Hall also needed someone to take charge, so she took Bai Wu out for a trip.

On the one hand, I should go to Wang Xiangzhai's place and give him a heads-up. Of the two Xingyi martial arts schools in the capital, Wang Xiangzhai is one of the two pillars of the capital, and his status and reputation in the martial arts world are very high.

And then there's the Four People's Boxing Society; I wonder if Geng Xu is still alive.

Ten days have passed since the bloody night at the Golden Pavilion.

Chen Zhan went to the Siminquan Martial Arts Association first. He had promised Geng Xu that the bloodline of the Siminquan Martial Arts Association would be preserved. Now he walked to the entrance of the alley.

The three jujube trees still stand tall, with tender leaves sprouting, but things have changed.

I didn't see the old man from last time either.

Chen Zhan walked straight in. As soon as he entered the alley, he could hear commotion inside the Siminquan Society. The sound of crying could be heard indistinctly. He led Bai Wu inside. The Siminquan Society was decorated with mourning clothes. There was no big fuss and very few people.

Zhu Ran heard the noise, turned around and saw Chen Zhan, somewhat surprised.

After returning from the Golden Pavilion, Geng Xu made arrangements for his affairs, disbanded the disciples in his sect, and sent away most of the non-core disciples.

Several of the direct disciples, as well as the disciples adopted from childhood, will not leave; they are the lifeblood of the Siminquan Society.

Finally, Zhu Ran was instructed that if Chen Zhan were to visit in the future and the Simin Boxing Society wanted to continue, it should follow Chen Zhan's orders.

But to my surprise, Chen Zhan didn't come for over ten days.

It's as if they've forgotten about the Four People's Boxing Association.

Chen Zhan walked over and saw several disciples dressed in mourning clothes offering incense; it was the seventh day after Geng Xu's death.

Chen Zhan also lit an incense stick for Bai Wu. Geng Xu had done many wrong things in his life, but he repented before his death, so it was not an exaggeration to say that his actions were wiped clean after his death.

In fact, the two are of the same generation and are both Liu Lanqi's grand-disciple, so their relationship is very close.

Bai Wu was his apprentice. He knelt down, kowtowed, and offered incense.

After finishing, Chen Zhan left Bai Wu to talk with Geng Xu and a few of his personal disciples, while he and Zhu Ran went inside to talk.

"What are your plans?" Chen Zhan looked at the burly man in front of him. He was skilled in martial arts and was not far from reaching the Transformation Realm. His Xingyi Quan skills were also very profound.

"Senior Brother Geng instructed me before he died that I should follow your orders," Zhu Ran said, shaking her head.

"Alright, how many disciples do you have left in your sect?"

"Including me, there are seven people."

"Do you have any worries?"

"No, they were all raised from a young age. Those who had families and jobs have already been laid off."

Zhu Ran truthfully stated that most of the martial arts school disciples have their own families and businesses. They pay money to learn skills, and some do not receive the true teachings, but they still have a lineage and a set of skills, which allows them to make a living in the martial arts world.

Those with good comprehension and natural talent, who receive the true teachings, can even establish their own foundation. This is why Xingyi and Taiji, the two major internal martial arts styles, have so many schools and martial arts schools, often categorized by different surnames.

Once a disciple has completed his apprenticeship, he no longer needs to follow his master and can establish his own career.

However, none of Geng Xu's Simin Boxing Club had any disciples who were able to graduate.

Only he and his junior apprentice Zhu Ran struggled to keep going.

"Then pack your things and move to Shuncheng Bagua Museum. We'll head south together in a while."

"Ah, you're giving up all your assets in the capital?"

Geng Xu told him about Chen Zhan's divine power, and he thought that Chen Zhan could protect the Simin Boxing Society and continue to develop in the capital.

"The capital is a place of trouble and danger; I'm afraid peace won't last long."

"If you don't want to, then forget it." Chen Zhan didn't want to force him.

“Yes, we’re willing. We’ll pack up and come find you tomorrow.” Zhu Ran didn’t hesitate; he dared not disobey Geng Xu’s dying words.

"Okay, I'll go first then."

Chen Zhan took Bai Wu away. Bai Wu was young, but he was used to life and death and quickly recovered from his emotions.

I had just stepped outside when I walked past three old jujube trees.

Chen Zhan saw the old man again, shirtless, slowly practicing his boxing. He glanced at him and saw that his technique was haphazard, the old man was going astray, and his physical injuries had not yet healed.

Without saying anything, I walked straight over.

The old man, named Zhao Zhen, also saw Chen Zhan and was somewhat puzzled. Last time, he thought Chen Zhan had come to cause trouble for the Simin Boxing Society, but he didn't say anything.

He had received kindness from Geng Jishan in his early years, but he had repaid it for half his life and felt that it was enough. Now that he was old and frail, he could no longer risk his life for the Simin Boxing Society.

So when Geng Xu passed away seven days ago, he went to pay his respects once in between, without asking why.

Chen Zhan came again, and as if possessed, he stepped forward and asked, "Young man, what brings you to the Simin Boxing Club again?"

Zhao Zhen's tone was cold, perhaps because he thought Chen Zhan's martial arts skills were average and Bai Wu was even a beginner, so he unconsciously raised his aura a bit higher.

Chen Zhan turned his head to look, but he wasn't angry. He said calmly, "There will be no more Four People's Boxing Society."

"Huh? That's it? Geng Xu is dead, but Zhu Ran is still alive. Even if the Simin Boxing Club is in decline, it shouldn't collapse directly."

"Is Geng Xu's death related to you? He's dead, yet you still dare to come to the Simin Boxing Club and act arrogantly?"

As the old man spoke, his tone became increasingly sharp, carrying an air of arrogance.

Chen Zhan frowned, and Bai Wu, who was beside him, could tell that something was wrong.

"How dare you speak like that? What does Geng Xu's death have to do with my master?" Bai Wu was chatting with several disciples at the Simin Boxing Club and knew that Geng Xu had been seriously ill for some time.

"Who gives you, a junior, the right to speak?"

The old man, shirtless and muscular, took a step forward and grabbed at Bai Wu with incredible speed, leaving Bai Wu no time to react.

But before he could react, Chen Zhan narrowed his eyes. Had he run into someone who was taking advantage of their age?
The martial arts world is indeed a place where human relationships and social customs exist.

Wherever there are people, there will be idiots like this.

The old man's steps were in the style of Xingyi Tiger Form, and his power was generated by eagle claw grappling.

It's fine to have a variety of skills, but if they're mixed and not pure, then it's just stupid.

Bai Wu was on his right. Chen Zhan turned slightly to the side, and his right hand shot out with lightning speed, also using an eagle claw technique.

Arriving first despite being behind, they met claw to claw, their fingers intertwining in an instant. After several collisions, Zhao Zhen was horrified. Chen Zhan's fingers were like steel bars. He had practiced Eagle Claw Kung Fu for over a decade, and this was the first time he had encountered something like this.
Touching it felt like striking metal.

He felt he was absolutely right; Chen Zhan's talent, [Iron Bones], had reached its peak.

After catching the bullet with his hand at the Golden Pavilion last time, he felt that Iron Bones had been strengthened several times and that his power cultivation had improved to a high level. Although it was not displayed on the panel, he could feel it as part of his body.

Chen Zhan was too lazy to play along with him anymore: "You're using your seniority to your advantage, that's a bad idea."

Five fingers united, eagle tearing, eagle ripping!
In an instant, a surge of powerful force bound the old man's uncontrollable fingers, and the next moment...

“Ah!!~”

The five fingers, along with the arm, tendons, and muscles, were twisted twice, instantly turning into a long braid, accompanied by a wild roar.

The old man wanted to get away, but Chen Zhan didn't want to kill him. He shifted his strength and pushed the old man away.

He was shirtless and floated around until he crashed into a wall ten meters away.

His arm had been twisted to pieces by Chen Zhan, blood was gushing out, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

"Let's go, stop looking."

Chen Zhan had already left; he beckoned to Bai Wudao.

(End of this chapter)