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

Chapter 192 The Real Thousand-Mile Kill

The old man was just a side story and had no impact. Chen Zhan, with Bai Wu, soon arrived at Wang Xiangzhai's Xingyi Hall.

The Xingyi Hall is completely different now than it was a few days ago.

They continued to operate the business, and most of the disciples remained in the sect.

Cheng Yong saw Chen Zhan from afar and went inside to inform him. Wang Xiangzhai personally came out to greet him and invited Chen Zhan inside.

In the reception room, Chen Zhan stated his purpose directly and invited Wang Xiangzhai to travel south together.

The South was more prosperous and larger at this time; Guangdong, Guangxi, Nanjing, Shanghai, and Jiangsu and Zhejiang were all places where one could establish a foothold.
With Wang Xiangzhai's skill, he could easily conquer an empire, just like Gong Baotian.

Even at his peak, Gong Baotian might not have been a match for Wang Xiangzhai today.

He was able to become the number one martial arts master in the impoverished Northeast, and Wang Xiangzhai's journey south would be similar.

However, the capital city is such a place with such a terrifying foundation that masters from all schools and sects have gathered there since ancient times, which is why there are so many grandmasters and experts.

Wang Xiangzhai knew Chen Zhan's true strength; the two had sparred in private, and Chen Zhan couldn't last more than ten moves.

This was because Chen Zhan didn't intend to hurt him.

Show mercy.

He couldn't even imagine a life-or-death struggle.

He had met masters of the Dan realm, and he had also met people like Sun Lutang and Li Shuwen.

But perhaps because the two men were a bit older, Wang Xiangzhai felt that neither of them was as terrifying as Chen Zhan.
This thought flashed through my mind in an instant.

Now Chen Zhan proposes that he will unify the martial arts world.
Wang Xiangzhai had mixed feelings. According to seniority, he was a generation older than Chen Zhan, and there were still many older people living in the Xingyi school.

Chen Zhan is not in the running.

But the martial arts world has never followed seniority.

How could Sun Lutang, who lived forty years ago, have taken charge of Xingyi School?
Guo Yunshen was still alive at that time.

Wang Xiangzhai pondered for a long time; Chen Zhan's words contained a great deal of information.

"If you want to subdue the martial arts world and complete the unfinished work of Senior Brother Cunyi, I will fully support you. This is how we Xingyi disciples have always been. It's meaningless to be confined to one's own little plot of land. To dominate the martial arts world and kill the villains with pleasure is the right path. It's a pity that I was too young back then and was unable to kill the villains with my senior brothers and uncles."

"But this path is not easy. It took my senior brother Cunyi many years to barely integrate the martial arts world in the north. But at that time, it was because of the pressure from foreign enemies that the people in the martial arts world had no choice but to stick together for warmth."

"I may be blunt, but most people in the martial arts world are a motley crew. Unless it's a matter of life and death, no one is willing to obey orders. The more you practice martial arts, the more unruly you become. Otherwise, how could it be said since ancient times that 'the knight-errant uses martial arts to disrupt the law'?"

Chen Zhan nodded. Wang Xiangzhai was right, but he was also prepared.

Under this heaven and earth, what is not difficult?

Many people have to fight with all their might to survive.

He only considers whether something should be done, regardless of how difficult it is or even the outcome.

Wang Xiangzhai added, "Alas, as for your suggestion to go south, forget it. Our patriarch went to the capital several times before finally securing a place there. I don't want to give that up."

Chen Zhan said, "It's not about giving up. We'll take it back whenever the opportunity arises. Right now, the Japanese are entrenched in the Northeast, which is too close to Beijing."

He couldn't say anything more and could only touch on the subject.

"The Japanese are naturally defended by the Northeast Army, the Central Army, and the Northwest Army. Can't hundreds of thousands of troops deal with the Japanese?"

Chen Zhan remained silent
I can't say anything more.

"Uncle-Master, if anything changes, preserve your strength and be ready to lead your men south at any time."

After Chen Zhan finished speaking, he didn't linger. Wang Xiangzhai didn't understand what he meant. After seeing the two off, he pondered Chen Zhan's last words carefully.

What does "if there are unforeseen circumstances" mean?

A change like the one that happened thirty years ago?

Wang Xiangzhai lived through that era. When the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded Beijing, the old witch fled overnight, and the capital was ravaged by bloodshed and massacre.

How could he possibly forget?

However, given the various armies currently stationed in the north, how could the capital possibly fall again?

Wang Xiangzhai did not believe it.

Chen Zhan returned to the Bagua Hall in the afternoon.

A glance at the entrance revealed that the plaque for Shuncheng Bagua Hall had been removed.

He said to Ye Ningzhen, "The people from the Simin Boxing Society will be coming over in the next couple of days. Please make the arrangements."

Ye Ningzhen nodded.

"I had the signboard taken down. The new signboard you want should be finished by tomorrow, and then we can have it hung up directly."

“It can be hung up directly, and the arena at the street corner can also be built.”

"You need to set a date and some rules? We can't just accept everyone, it's exhausting."

Chen Zhan nodded, thought for a moment, and whispered a few words to Ye Ningzhen. Ruan Zhi and Li Qingsu, who were standing nearby, were furious to see the two of them whispering to each other.

"Why are you saying these things behind my back?"

Ruan Zhi leaned closer; Chen Zhan had already finished speaking.

"I'm going out to take care of some things. I'll be back in about two days. Someone brought some things and put them in the study. You can take a look at them too," Chen Zhan said to the group.

The group nodded, and Ruan Zhi couldn't help but say, "Brother-in-law, why don't you take me with you? I'll do whatever you say, and I won't let anything go wrong."

Chen Zhan shook his head; Ye Ningzhen couldn't follow him on what he was going to do.

Ruan Zhi was discouraged, and Chen Zhan went out and headed north.

We exited through Andingmen and headed north through Anzhenmen. Just outside the city, the sun was already casting its last rays, its final light illuminating the western clouds as if they were ablaze.

Chen Zhan didn't ride a horse; he wore a gray outfit and walked out of the city, taking out a booklet from his pocket to glance at it.

Mountain bandits in Yanshan wreaked havoc in the surrounding areas.

The three surrounding counties, Chicheng, Luanping, and Longhua, repeatedly reported to the capital requesting assistance in suppressing the bandits.

However, due to the depth of the Yanshan Mountains, it was difficult for a large force to penetrate deep into the area. Moreover, the bandits were all skilled in martial arts and their movements were elusive. The Qingyi Society sent people to investigate, but they were discovered by the hidden sentries.

This band of mountain bandits is cunning, with multiple burrows.

The Qingyi Society also listed the bandits' evil deeds, such as abducting women, burning, killing, and looting, with specific locations and times clearly written down.

Chen Zhan smiled, afraid that he wouldn't believe her.

However, Chen Zhan has his own way of judging. When asked face-to-face, he can tell whether someone is lying by observing their subtle facial expressions and heartbeat.

When people lie, they inevitably feel flustered.

Especially when facing life and death, it's even harder to control the tension.

Chen Zhan strode out of the capital, skipping the official road and darting onto a narrow, winding path surrounded by farmland, where he began to run at full speed.

During the Song Dynasty, one of the closest friends of Wu Yong, the strategist of Liangshan Marsh, was named Dai Zong.

During the grand assembly at Liangshan, he ranked twentieth, corresponding to the "Heavenly Swift Star," and his role was as the chief intelligence officer.

Also known as "Divine Traveler".

Originally a prison warden in Jiangzhou, he conspired with the Liangshan heroes to forge a letter from Cai Jing to rescue Song Jiang, but the plot was exposed, and he was sentenced to death. He was rescued by the Liangshan heroes and joined the Liangshan bandits, becoming one of the twenty-nine heroes of Bailong Temple.

He can travel 800 li in a day.

Known as the fastest speed in the Song Dynasty.

Chen Zhan calculated that it would take twelve hours, as calculated by the Swift Traveler Dai Zong, to travel eight hundred li.

Well, it's not that fast.

I should be much faster than Shenxing Taibao.

At full speed, traveling more than a thousand miles a day is not a problem, even against the wind, with a few hours of rest in between.

Chen Zhan identified the direction and ran wildly, crossing mountains and rivers. In less than three hours, he had covered more than 400 li (approximately 200 kilometers), with a half-hour rest in between.

This is what makes a master of the Elixir Formation so terrifying.

If we're talking about bursts of speed, running over a hundred miles in an hour isn't that fast; even an ordinary Grandmaster of Internal Energy could achieve that kind of burst.

But that requires an uninterrupted burst of energy, a non-stop sprint, and keeping oneself in a state of rapid running at all times. The demands on the body and explosive power increase with each additional minute.

In Chen Zhan's estimation, when he reached the Transformation Realm, he could maintain this burst of power for at most half an hour before he would be exhausted.

If you don't stop, your body will suffer irreversible damage.

It affects lifespan and mental capacity.

However, after reaching the Core Formation stage, his physical strength increased dramatically, breaking through the limits of the human body. Chen Zhan went very far in the Core Formation stage, and combined with his own destiny and talent, it was almost impossible to see where the upper limit was.

The booklet states that this band of bandits lived near Sandaogou in the Yanshan Mountains.

The map only showed the approximate location. Chen Zhan entered the mountain late at night, but it did not affect his vision. The Three Gullys were easy to identify. The three huge gullies intersected, a masterpiece of nature, forming a natural wonder.

Chen Zhan moved through the mountains and forests without wearing a mask or carrying any weapons.

They quickly spotted the sentry post a hundred feet away.

The darkness and dense forest provided natural cover, and the two men approached the sentry post like ghosts, speaking in hushed tones.

“No one comes to this deep mountain forest. Boss is just too cautious.”

“If the boss hadn’t been careful, we would have been wiped out long ago. The dozen or so men who came last time were all experts. Luckily, the second-in-command was on night duty at the time,” another person said.

"That's right. The woman the boss robbed last time was too fragile. He's got a lot of energy, so he'll probably go down the mountain to rob another one tomorrow. Let's go and grab a couple too."

"Old Zhang, what do you say?"

When he heard that Old Zhang did not respond, he turned his head and saw that under the dim kerosene lamp, Old Zhang had already died silently leaning against the corner of the wall, and his warm blood was flowing onto him.

Just as he was about to shout, a large hand covered his mouth and nose.

Unable to breathe, unable to move, let alone speak.

Where is your mountain stronghold?

Chen Zhan spoke softly, and the person in his hand flashed his eyes and drifted northward. Before he could even speak, his neck was already broken.

The ghost drifted north, and after a few more miles it saw a house nestled in a deep ditch.

It was indeed well-hidden and very vigilant.

Even late at night, many people were still patrolling with torches in hand.

Chen Zhan infiltrated silently; the patrols were conducted in pairs. Each time Chen Zhan fired two flying stones, piercing the skulls of the two men, he would fire two more, hitting their falling bodies.

Reduce the noise level to the minimum.

This exquisite and masterful control has reached its pinnacle.

Then overturn all the torches and campfires.

The village was plunged into darkness.

The King of Hell has entered the stronghold!

PS: (At least 10,000 words update tomorrow!)
(End of this chapter)