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

Chapter 236 Iron Arms Mandarin Duck Bridge!
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the faces of the people around Chen Zhan were gloomy, especially Xiong Hanshan, who looked like he was about to get angry.

Most people were watching the show.

After all, the majority of the participants came from local Foshan martial arts schools, including the three heroes of Wing Chun and the four fierce masters of Hung Kuen, all of whom came with ill intentions.

Chen Zhan, on the contrary, remained relatively calm. He thought it would be great if every sect and school had such a reckless person.

We can simply attack and subdue them by force; it won't be long before the martial arts world is unified.

Unfortunately, such fools are always in the minority.

"Who's barking like a dog? If you're not happy, come out and fight!" Xiong Hanshan roared.

A person immediately jumped out from the direction of the voice.

The man was in his thirties, only a little over five feet tall, with thick, long arms that reached almost to his knees when hanging down to his waist. His forearms were as thick as bowls and covered with dark brown calluses.

His brow bones were high, his eyes were deep-set and piercing, and the veins on his temples were bulging, which was very obvious even without exerting any force.

External martial arts master!

The moment he appeared, everyone knew that he was a top-tier martial arts master.

Chen Zhan didn't know him, but someone else did.

Li Guangpu whispered in his ear, "Huang Xiaoxia practices Luohan Fist and Cai Li Fo Fist. I heard that he studied Iron Palm with Gu Ruzhang in Guangzhou a couple of years ago. He is skilled in external martial arts."

Chen Zhan nodded.

Li Guangpu knew Huang Xiaoxia, and many more people present recognized her. Huang Xiaoxia debuted in Foshan and was quite famous in the south.

"I thought he was just some ignorant scoundrel, but it turns out he's Huang Xiaoxia, one of the Five Tigers of the South. This is going to be interesting."

"Huang Xiaoxia, the 'Iron-Armed Mandarin Duck Bridge', is young but has been famous for a long time."

"In his early years, he studied under Sun Yufeng, a famous master of Cai Li Fo boxing, and practiced stance training and weapons such as the Heart-Piercing Kick and Left and Right Darts. Later, he received the true teachings of Li Enzhen, a successor of Shaolin Luohan Boxing, and was proficient in the Eighteen Luohan Hands. I heard that he also learned Tan Tui from Zhao Lianhe of the Jingwu Association and Iron Sand Palm from Gu Ruzhang."

The people present were all renowned figures, and during their conversation, Huang Xiaoxia's true abilities were completely revealed.

These people were all waiting to see how Chen Zhan would handle the situation.

Xiong Hanshan was about to speak when Chen Zhan stopped him, stepping forward and smiling:

"Who is this?"

Huang Xiaoxia clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Huang Xiaoxia of the Arhat Fist, these people have already revealed all of my family's secrets. You don't need to pretend to be polite."

Chen Zhan also clasped his hands and said, "That makes sense. Then let's speak frankly. You just asked why I should be the leader of the martial arts alliance? Why should I be in charge of the martial arts world in the south?"

Huang Xiaoxia nodded calmly: "That's right, the alliance leader was given by the National Government, but what good is that? We don't recognize it. You all don't need to pretend. When the dragon crosses the river, none of you are convinced. None of you are willing to be the first to step forward. You're all just watching the show. It's no big deal if I'm the first to step forward."

“Mr. Chen, your post makes it clear that the Chinese Alliance was established to strengthen the country and the race and to drive out foreign enemies. I, Lao Huang, agree with both of these points. I was young when the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded, but if there is a next time, we will kill the Japanese devils without hesitation.”

"But we're all martial arts practitioners, why should we take orders from you? You're younger than me, why should the martial arts world of the South submit to you?"

"What do you think?"

Huang Xiaoxia also had some prestige in Foshan. After he said this, a few people responded. The remaining famous people were too embarrassed to directly oppose Chen Zhan, but they all felt the same way.

However, the elderly folks who love to watch the drama don't care.

"That's right, why should I?"

"You're really talking big. You want to unify the martial arts world in the south? There are thirty-seven martial arts schools in Foshan. Who do you think you can unify?"

"Exactly, so young, yet so boastful."

Li Guangpu and Xiong Hanshan wanted to speak, but Chen Zhan stopped them.

"It's alright, feel free to speak your mind."

Huang Xiaoxia also heard Chen Zhan's words. He didn't expect Chen Zhan to have such a magnanimous heart, being spoken to like that in front of hundreds or thousands of people and not getting angry at all.

After a long period of noise, the sounds finally subsided.

Chen Zhancai said:

“You are all right. I am young and new here. I lack experience and reputation. My only title is given by the government and doesn’t count.”

"It's normal for people to disagree and have doubts."

"But Mr. Chen comes from the North, and there is a problem. There are many famous people in the Southern martial arts world, such as the One Hero, the Two Grandmasters, the Three Heroes of Wing Chun, the Four Fierce Masters of Hung Kuen, and the Five Tigers of the South."

"May I ask, what is the origin of the reputation of these people? Is it based on seniority, teacher-student relationship, or age from oldest to youngest?"

Chen Zhan not only refrained from violence but also tried to reason with people, making him seem even weaker to everyone. They've publicly questioned and humiliated you, and you're still trying to reason with them?
"Of course it's martial arts skills. Qualifications and lineage are important, but the most important thing is skill level. High skill naturally brings fame!" someone responded.

"That's good. I thought we Southerners were different from the Northerners, that we only looked at seniority and not martial arts skills. You scared me." Chen Zhan chuckled.

Everyone understood what he meant.

This means that the martial arts practitioners in the South are incompetent, rigidly adhering to seniority, and weak and inflexible.

Moreover, Huang Xiaoxia's initial statement that Chen Zhan's title of "Martial Arts Alliance Leader" was merely a nominal one was meaningless. Chen Zhan then asked about the titles of people like "Great Heroes of the North and South," "Two Grandmasters," "Three Heroes of Wing Chun," and "Four Fierce Masters of Hung Kuen."

Was it based on seniority or because of "high skill level"?
Huang Xiaoxia said, "Hey, I understand what Mr. Chen means. You think you have achieved great merit and are fully deserving of the title of leader of the martial arts alliance, is that what you mean?"

Chen Zhan nodded. "That's right. In the martial arts world of the North and South, those with the greatest merit will be rewarded. Brother Huang is right. Why should we?"

"Because I have the bigger fist!"

Huang Xiaoxia's gaze sharpened as he looked at Chen Zhan. "Good! That's exactly what I was waiting for. If you can subdue me, Old Huang, then I'll naturally acknowledge you as the leader of the alliance!"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Xiaoxia had already moved!

He spread his arms out, his thick, long arms like an ape's, and the dark brown calluses on his forearms were particularly striking in the sunlight.

His footwork, resembling a T-shape, was the foundational footwork of Choy Li Fut Kung Fu, and he instantly closed in on Chen Zhan, closing the distance to within ten feet.

He did not immediately launch a strong attack. Instead, he positioned his fists one in front of the other, adopting the "Tiger Crouching Stance" of Arhat Fist. His eyes gleamed like lightning, locking onto Chen Zhan's vital points. The veins on his temples throbbed slightly, clearly indicating that he had pushed his external hard skills to their peak and was ready to strike.

He was still waiting for Chen Zhan to make a move, not wanting to catch Chen Zhan off guard.

Chen Zhan smiled and said, "Go ahead and make your move."

"Take this!" Huang Xiaoxia shouted, his right fist flying like a cannonball, aiming straight for Chen Zhan's center!

This punch was simple and unadorned, without any fancy moves typical of external martial arts practitioners. It concentrated the fierce power of the Arhat Fist, with a whistling wind and a faint sound of air being torn apart.

Midway through the punch, he suddenly swung his left arm, his thick forearm carrying a fierce wind, like an iron bridge across the river, sweeping towards Chen Zhan at the waist. This was the "Iron Arm Mandarin Duck Bridge" that made him famous!
A two-pronged approach, unparalleled in its power and ferocity.

Chen Zhan remained motionless. Facing this thunderous attack, he simply turned slightly to the side, dodging the heavy punch aimed straight at his center. At the same time, his left hand moved swiftly, his five fingers slightly bent into a claw, and he lightly touched and pressed down on Huang Xiaoxia's left wrist joint as Huang Xiaoxia swept across.

"Snapped!"

A soft sound, not a hard collision, but a precise acupoint strike.

Huang Xiaoxia felt a soft and long force penetrate his arm and straight through his bones. His sweeping momentum, which was enough to split stone tablets, was cut off by this seemingly light press. The force dissipated instantly, and his entire left arm was sore and numb, and he could hardly lift it!

He was horrified. He had been immersing himself in the "Iron Arm Mandarin Duck Bridge" technique for many years. When ordinary swords and knives struck him, unless he was a top master and the force was fierce, they could only break his skin.

But Chen Zhan's acupoint technique easily broke through his external martial arts.

Huang Xiaoxia reacted extremely quickly, changing her tactics immediately after her first attack failed.

His right leg, like a whip, swiftly kicked Chen Zhan's lower shinbone—a vicious move known as the "heart-piercing kick"!

At the same time, he lowered his body, turned his left fist into a palm, spread his five fingers, and his palm faintly exuded a scorching aura, carrying a bloody wind, and struck Chen Zhan's ribs with lightning speed!
This palm strike, with its dark edges, clearly demonstrated the Iron Palm technique honed over two years. Even before the force of the palm strike arrived, the scorching and fierce palm wind had already caused Chen Zhan's clothes to flutter wildly!

The onlookers were terrified; Huang Xiaoxia's martial arts skills had improved even further than when he fought Ip Man two years ago.

Two years ago, Huang Xiaoxia's disciple and Ip Man's disciple had a verbal dispute, neither willing to back down, which eventually escalated into a martial arts contest to determine the winner.

At that time, Huang Xiaoxia had not yet learned Iron Palm from Gu Ruzhang. The two fought for a hundred moves. Ip Man defended himself with Wing Chun without leaving any loopholes. After a hundred moves, Huang Xiaoxia's strength weakened, and Ip Man won.

The two had publicly challenged each other, so everyone present knew about it.

It seems that Huang Xiaoxia's kung fu has improved significantly in the past two years, and his Iron Palm technique has reached a high level.

That's how external martial arts are. Let alone two years, someone like him, who is already a master of external martial arts, can graduate in half a year, and it's possible for him to reach perfection in two years.

Upon hearing these two consecutive moves, a hint of approval flashed in Chen Zhan's eyes. It wasn't because of his profound skill, but because he seamlessly and smoothly transitioned between several martial arts styles: the power of Arhat Fist, the footwork of Choy Li Fut, the speed of Piercing Heart Kick, and the ruthlessness of Iron Sand Palm.

He truly grasped the essence of Southern external martial arts.

Moreover, Chen Zhan could tell that this person did not practice martial arts in seclusion, but had real combat skills. On the battlefield, he could make a hole with one palm strike, and he should be a master at taking down Japanese soldiers.

Thinking of this, Chen Zhan shifted his Bagua footwork, his body spinning like a ghost, not only dodging the piercing kick but also letting the powerful Iron Sand Palm graz his clothes.

At the same time, he pointed his right hand like a sword, moving with lightning speed, and lightly touched the "Yangchi" acupoint on the back of Huang Xiaoxia's hand, which had missed its target with his Iron Sand Palm.

"hiss!"

This acupressure was different from the previous one. Huang Xiaoxia stared wide-eyed at Chen Zhan in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)