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

Chapter 265 I will sever the Japanese martial arts world!

"Are you Chinese? How did you find this place?"

Yamamoto stared at Chen Zhan for a long time, then suddenly sighed and switched to Chinese, his accent surprisingly carrying a hint of Beijing dialect.

He looked at Chen Zhan and saw that neither his appearance, attire, physique, nor temperament suggested he was a master.

He's more like a well-mannered student.

But Chen Zhan saw through my Tai Chi skills at a glance, found this place, and got within twenty meters before I discovered him.

Therefore, they could not possibly be ordinary students.

Chen Zhan didn't answer, but walked to his side and his gaze fell on the paper on the stone table.

It was half a sheet of martial arts manual, which read, "Tai Chi originates from Wuji and is the mother of Yin and Yang." The handwriting was neat, clearly indicating that it had been repeatedly copied.

"Sword Saint, you have a deep understanding of Tai Chi. I wonder if you are familiar with Xingyi and Bagua?" Chen Zhan asked casually as he sat down at the stone table.

Yamamoto Sai calmed down, sat down next to Chen Zhan, poured a cup of tea for Chen Zhan and a cup for himself.

"Of course I know. I am eighty-eight years old this year. In fact, I was born and raised in China. I have worked hard to learn all Chinese martial arts, including Tai Chi, Xingyi, Bagua, Mantis, Taizu Changquan, Northern Style Tan Tui, Chaquan, Bajiquan, Wing Chun, Chunyang Sword, etc."

“At the age of thirty-seven, I returned to Japan and came into contact with the martial arts of the Great Oriental School. I also mastered karate, kendo, judo and aikido.”

"Having practiced martial arts for seventy years, I have long since reached the end of my martial arts journey. I can't see the road ahead, so I've lost interest in it. I'll live out the rest of my life in seclusion in the mountains. But recently, a boy from the Yagyu family said that a 'Divine Realm' master has emerged in China and asked me to go there. I think his name is Chen Zhan. Have you heard of him?"

Yamamoto Sai was like a chatterbox; after Chen Zhan asked him a question, he confessed everything.

"The Divine Realm?" Chen Zhan asked in confusion.

"Well, Chinese martial arts reach their peak at the Dan realm, and Japan is similar. But I consider myself to be one level above the Dan realm, so I can only call myself the 'Divine Realm,' otherwise I don't know what to call myself."

Yamamoto Sai truly spoke his mind without reservation.

Chen Zhan took a sip of tea and smiled, "Then Mr. Sword Saint doesn't need to go to China. There shouldn't be anyone with the same name as me."

Yamamoto Sai had actually guessed it, so he wasn't surprised. He could tell something from Chen Zhan's words and actions.

Whether in China or Japan, there are very few masters of Chen Zhan's caliber, let alone someone who could be so coincidental.

Before Yamamoto Sai could speak, Chen Zhan continued, "Since the Sword Saint is proficient in all schools of martial arts, what do you think is superior to Chinese martial arts or Japanese martial arts?"

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhan asked this question, but Yamamoto still answered honestly: "The way of martial arts, in the end, leads to the same destination. The great way is like mercury flowing on the ground, every grain is round. As long as you can understand it, you can't tell the difference."

Chen Zhan chuckled and said, "Playing the cryptic game? You know what I want to ask. In the end, all paths lead to the same destination, but different martial arts lead to different paths. Some paths are smooth, while others are full of thorns. How can they be the same?"

"Mr. Chen is right. Moreover, not all martial arts can lead to the end. Japanese ninja way was born out of assassination. They only cultivate killing and not destiny. Their life level will always be at the lowest level. Not to mention entering the Golden Core path, they will probably be covered in injuries after fifty or sixty years of age."

"Sword Saint, what martial art do you admire most?"

"Naturally, it is Tai Chi! Tai Chi Chuan is the mother of all fist techniques, the fundamental source of the principles of martial arts, the way of Tai Chi, the beginning of Wuji."

Chen Zhan did not object to Yamamoto Sai's words. After finishing his tea, Yamamoto Sai said again, "Alright, you've traveled all the way to the East, disguised yourself, just to find me? Speak plainly."

Chen Zhan stood up: "You should know what Japan is doing in China, right?"

Yamamoto Sai also stood up and sighed, "That's right, but I can't do anything about it. The military is powerful now, and the atmosphere of domestic war is strong. You've come to the wrong person."

"I'm not looking for you to stop the military, of course. Chen Zhan isn't that naive."

"Hmm? So what do you want?"

Yamamoto Sai sensed a hint of killing intent emanating from Chen Zhan, and he could tell that this killing intent was not due to Chen Zhan's lack of control, but rather that it was too strong!
When things are full, they overflow; when things are full, they overflow!
The killing intent was so strong that even a master of Chen Zhan's caliber couldn't completely control it.

Yamamoto Sai took two steps back, but then heard Chen Zhan say, "I want to sever the Japanese martial arts world, and I'll start with you!"

Chen Zhan spoke with a smile, not making the first move. Yamamoto looked at Chen Zhan with calm and composed eyes.

With a slight slump in the body, the hands are held loosely in front of the chest, forming the Tai Chi "holding a ball" posture, with palms facing each other but not touching, as if an invisible ball of energy is wrapped in the crook of the arms, and the shoulders and back are relaxed and slack.

He rubbed his feet half an inch off the ground, actually combining the "sinking power" of Tai Chi with the "stillness" of Japanese Kendo.

His posture, seemingly slow, actually stirred up the airflow within a three-foot radius around him. Fine ripples appeared on the rim of the teacup on the stone table, but not a single drop spilled.

Chen Zhan didn't strike a pose; he simply touched the ground lightly with his left foot, leaned slightly forward, and let his hands hang naturally at his sides.

The starting stance of Xingyi San Ti Shi lacked the rigidity of the ordinary San Ti Shi, with a faint, subtle energy emanating from the fingertips.

The two were about ten feet apart when Chen Zhan took a step forward.

With that step, a punch was thrown!
"Excellent Xingyi!"

Yamamoto praised him, took a half step forward with his right foot, and extended his right hand from the ball, forming a Tai Chi "pressing palm" shape. With a slight sinking of the palm heel, he pushed straight into Chen Zhan's chest.

Tai Chi corresponds to Xingyi!
Both of them had honed their skills to the bone, and could easily control the strength and softness of their power.

The moment the fist and palm touched, there was no loud noise as expected, only a very thin wisp of energy bursting out along the contact surface.

Just as Chen Zhan's Xingyi penetrating force was about to drill into Yamamoto's palm, it was enveloped by Taiji sinking force, like a steel needle stuck in cotton wool. Instead of being completely removed, it followed the trajectory of the sinking force and wrapped around Yamamoto's forearm.

Yamamoto frowned slightly, and with a slight twist of his palm, he tried to use the Tai Chi coiling force to guide this penetrating force to the ground, but suddenly felt a slight vibration from the bluestone bricks under his feet.

Chen Zhan's force did not follow his trajectory. Instead, it used the swirling force of the coiling force and added a touch of Bagua twisting force, drilling into his wrist bone like a twisted rope.

Entangle, drill, melt, stick!

The two exchanged two moves, each a subtle test and clash of strength in their movements.

Their power was not outwardly apparent; to outsiders, it seemed as if the two were merely "testing their skills" or "exchanging sparring," without actually going all out.

But Yamamoto Saitaka only then realized how dangerous it was.

Chen Zhan's movements appear to start with Xingyi, but in reality, he has integrated all the internal martial arts, allowing his energy to flow freely. His movements are incredibly harmonious, incorporating elements of Tai Chi, Xingyi, Bagua, and other styles.

"Impressive Tai Chi! Mr. Chen is also proficient in Tai Chi, impressive!"

Yamamoto gave a low shout, and suddenly placed his left hand on his right wrist, pressing down with both palms. This seemingly slow press caused the airflow within three feet around him to suddenly sink, causing the teacup on the stone table to shake and spill tea.

"That's interesting. Has the 'blade-pressing force' of Japanese Kendo been incorporated into Tai Chi?"

"Mr. Chen knows a lot; you're the one who's an expert in all schools of thought, aren't you?"

Yamamoto Sai's wrinkles smoothed out; now he was getting serious!
The weight of Tai Chi combined with the sharpness of swordsmanship aimed to overpower Chen Zhan's fist with the strength of both palms.

Chen Zhan did not resist head-on. He suddenly withdrew his left fist and slid his right fist to the side along with Yamamoto's pressing force. When his fingertips brushed the edge of his palm, he suddenly withdrew his energy and then expelled it forcefully!
Like a broken bowstring suddenly taut, a sharp force pierced Yamamoto Sai's heart.

Yamamoto was quick to react, retreating sharply, but his hand still went numb.

My heart skipped a beat; just now...
He had clearly stepped back to avoid it, and Chen Zhan's fingertips hadn't touched him, but...
Looking down, he saw that the cloth robe at his chest had a thin tear, not from the force of the punch, but from the hidden force that had penetrated the fabric.

On his chest, there was a small cut that opened and closed a few times, as if it were stuck together by something.

A few drops of blood seeped out, then the wound closed up, and no trace of the injury was visible.

"Hidden force strikes an inch through the air, is that innate qi?"

"How old are you? Your martial arts skills have already reached the level of Yang Luchan and Dong Haichuan?"

Yamamoto Sai's words were different from others. He had actually seen Yang Luchan and Dong Haichuan fight. Sixty years ago in Beijing, although Yang Luchan and Dong Haichuan were old, their martial arts skills had reached their peak. He was fortunate enough to witness their fights a few times.

At the time, I couldn't understand it. I just felt it was mysterious and profound. I pushed out a palm, but the palm tip failed to touch my opponent, who had already retreated and admitted defeat.

Decades later, he realized that it was innate qi!
"Although Yang Luchan and Dong Haichuan are highly skilled, they are nothing compared to Chen."

Yamamoto Sai's thoughts raced, and Chen Zhan didn't stop either, because although that blow tore Yamamoto Sai's outer garment, it didn't actually injure him.

Chen Zhan brought his four fingers together to form a sword, and with a single slash, it resembled a sky-piercing sword, cutting through the air.

Before Yamamoto Sai's exclamation had even faded, he suddenly moved.

This time, he didn't use the Tai Chi ball-holding posture. His hands hung naturally, but his shoulders and back rose and fell slightly, like a bow ready to draw its bow. Each step he took on the bluestone left only a shallow imprint, but it caused the surrounding fallen leaves to suddenly move without wind, circling around his feet.

The smooth, flowing lines of Tai Chi are clearly evident in him.

Dodging Chen Zhan's sword strike, Chen Zhan didn't even lift his eyelids. He merely flicked his right foot, and his Xingyi San Ti stance suddenly came alive. A faint wisp of energy emanated from his body, and the fallen leaves that were swirling towards Yamamoto Sai were blocked three feet away by this energy, suspended motionless in mid-air. Just as Yamamoto Sai was about to strike with his palm, he felt a tightness in his chest!
Although Chen Zhan's energy did not attack directly, it was like an invisible net that enveloped all the energy channels around him, even making it difficult for him to breathe.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly thrust his palms forward, transforming the Tai Chi pressing palm into a "mountain-pushing force," attempting to break the net with sheer force. However, the palm wind had only extended half a foot before Chen Zhan's left palm gently blocked it.

This block was extremely light, yet it felt like it had struck Yamamoto Sai's "Achilles' heel."

He felt the force pushing against the mountain suddenly break, the hard energy stuck in his chest and unable to be released. Instead, a wisp of soft energy burrowed along his palm towards his heart. He quickly lowered his waist to dissipate the force.
A natural twist of the waist, opening into a lunge stance, a raised hand turning into a closed, semi-closed position, a press and a push!
Originally, the intention was to deflect Chen Zhan's force, but through the transformation of the Tai Chi Grasping the Sparrow's Tail, Chen Zhan's energy was turned into one's own, and along with one's own force, collided with Chen Zhan!
"Oh!"

Now!

Unable to maintain his previous elegance and prevent his power from leaking out, the sword saint Yamamoto Sai floated ten feet away, sweeping a horizontal line of fallen leaves across the courtyard.

The horizontal mark on the ground resembled a ravine, stretching more than a foot deep.

Chen Zhan appeared to be using a gentle force, drilling into the bone, but that was just a cover. His strength, a combination of softness and hardness, would explode once it penetrated the bone, immediately injuring Yamamoto.

But in reality, Yamamoto Sai was also very clever. He saw through Chen Zhan's hidden strength and directly confronted him.

Chen Zhan gave him no chance to catch his breath, taking a step forward with his left foot. This step was extremely steady, but it caused the surrounding fallen leaves to suddenly explode, as if swept by an invisible force, shattering into dust.

He threw out his right fist again, this time without using any mysterious force, just a direct clash!

With a focused intent from the dantian, the fist strikes like a collapsing mountain!
Taizu Long Fist, the Immortal's Drunkenness!

Layer upon layer, pressing down again and again, Yamamoto Sai's Tai Chi was as steady as an old dog. He stood in the same spot in a Hunyuan stance and then used Tai Chi Big Chopping Fist to counterattack Chen Zhan.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

Taizu Changquan (Emperor Taizu's Long Fist) is an extremely fierce style of boxing. Emperor Taizu of Song conquered the world with his Long Fist and a coiled dragon staff.

Chen Zhan never used any real offensive moves; he always used only the 'Golden Frame' to fight his enemies.

The defensive approach adopted!
This was the first time; he unleashed a barrage of long fist punches, focusing solely on offense and not defense.

Chen Zhan's movements were not complicated, but they carried the air of an immortal fishing, as if he were being heavily suppressed from the sky.

"His appearance is like that of a madman, yet his mind is clear; his body is like a willow, and his steps are like nails; he is versatile and adaptable, and his strength and gentleness are intoxicating."

First level!
The second level!
The third level!
The fist's intent pressed down again, like waves crashing one after another; just as one layer was released, another crashed down.

Chen Zhan's Taizu Long Fist seemed endless, never stopping until the opponent was killed.

Yamamoto Sai hadn't fought anyone for years and was somewhat rusty. Although his skills were still there, he had never faced an opponent like Chen Zhan, who was incredibly fierce. A thought flashed through his mind.

The palm that took the long punch became incredibly light, as if it were stroking cotton. It used the opponent's force against them, deflecting the punch with a palm.

Chen Zhan was somewhat surprised. Wudang Cotton Palm?
This person has truly inherited the essence of Wudang Tai Chi, even mastering top-level skills like the Cotton Palm technique.

Wudang Kung Fu goes without saying, as it is all passed down in secret. Although various Tai Chi schools have explored and developed the Toad Fishing Technique, with only minor differences, very few people know the Cotton Palm technique.

The true inner teachings are known to only a handful of people within the Wudang sect.

Yamamoto Sai actually learned it.

However, Chen Zhan was not in a hurry. Although the Cotton Palm technique was profound, it was not invincible. He still had countless backup moves to make.

When Taizu Changquan is combined with the power of Xingyi Dalongzhui, the rotation of Dazhui increases the strength by two levels.

A giant python spits out its elixir!

"Bang!~"

"Bang!~"

"Bang!~"

Chen Zhan moved even faster, his punches becoming 20% ​​faster and more powerful. A level 10 gale swept through the stone courtyard, whipping up sand and stones.

The pebbles in the courtyard were shaken and flew into the air, creating a vacuum around the two of them.

Yamamoto Sai takes a punch, takes a step back, takes another punch, and takes another step back.

Even with his delicate and skillful palm strikes, which were adept at deflecting force, he felt a sense of suffocation and frustration at this moment, and he didn't understand it.

How could Chen Zhan endlessly increase his strength?

Is this still a human being?

It's practically a perpetual motion machine!
Until the twentieth punch, "Pfft!" Yamamoto Sai finally couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Countless drops of blood didn't fall to the ground; instead, they were enveloped by the force and shattered into countless fine blood mists!
He actually caught the punch, but he couldn't withstand the force.

Otherwise, if this punch had hit his body, it wouldn't have just caused him to cough up blood; the iron door, which was thicker than a person, would have been shattered into countless pieces by Chen Zhan's punch, which carried the force of ten thousand jin.

Even if the 'force' just penetrates the whole body, it will cause the internal organs to bleed profusely. If it weren't for the advanced level of alchemy cultivation, where the body's qi and blood are integrated into one, the internal organs would be shattered into dust.

Yamamoto spat out the blood and took three steps back. With each step, a spiderweb-like crack appeared on the bluestone bricks beneath his feet. When he took the third step, he crashed into the stone wall behind him and finally stopped.

Chen Zhan leaned forward, and Yamamoto Sai quickly said, "Does Your Excellency really want to kill me? I'm much more useful alive than dead!"

Chen Zhan stopped and laughed, "Old people become shrewd; indeed, the longer one lives, the more afraid of death one becomes."

He never intended to kill the sword saint from the beginning, but he had to subdue him first so that talking to him wouldn't be so difficult.

"Mr. Chen's martial arts skills are truly terrifying, no less than those of ancient Japanese beasts."

Yamamoto Sai breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Chen Zhan stop, and then coughed twice.

"Hehe, your Tai Chi is not bad either. Where did you get the true teachings of Wudang?" Chen Zhan said with a smile.

“Well, this.”

"Won't talk? I'll beat you to death if you don't talk." Chen Zhan's tone was calm, but Yamamoto had no doubt that Chen Zhan would really beat him to death.

"It's been too many years. Back then, I hid my identity and practiced martial arts under Master Chen Chuan in Wudang Mountain, using the alias Chen Zhai."

"You stole my skills? And you actually learned something useful. That's interesting."

Chen Zhan also had to admit that Yamamoto Sai was extremely talented and his martial arts skills were not bad among those who had reached the Dan level. The only problem was that he hadn't fought anyone for too long, and his skills had become rusty over the past few decades.

When it comes to boxing, practice is one thing, but fighting is another. No matter how well you practice, you can't unleash your full potential if you don't fight often.

Therefore, martial arts are born for killing and fighting. If you spend too much time conserving your energy, your sharpness will be gone.

If it were Yamamoto Sai from thirty or forty years ago, Chen Zhan would have had to put in much more effort to injure him.

Without wasting words, Chen Zhan directly picked up the old man Yamamoto and carried him into the house.

The house was also very simple, which showed that Yamamoto Sai was indeed cultivating himself in the mountains, but he certainly didn't live there all the time.

"You say you can't stop the military, but in my opinion, you didn't really want to stop them, did you?" Chen Zhan said calmly.

"I am devoted to martial arts and have no worldly desires whatsoever. What good would war do me?"

“I believe you are truly devoted to martial arts, because you are afraid of death. Once you reach our level of martial arts, you will know your destiny and understand the passage of time. You can probably even calculate how many more days you have left to live. That’s why you were able to get your hands on all kinds of martial arts classics and works from various schools of thought when Japan swept across China. You can draw on your knowledge and make further progress.”

Upon hearing Chen Zhan's words, Yamamoto Sai was not embarrassed by having his thoughts exposed. Instead, disregarding his injuries, he suddenly stood up.

"Mr. Chen! You mean to say that people of our generation can still advance further? Reaching the pinnacle of alchemy is different from ordinary elixir formation; can we still advance further???"

He seized upon a loophole in Chen Zhan's words.

Chen Zhan's guess was completely correct, but his tone at the end was wrong. When Chen Zhan said "it's not impossible to go further," his tone was affirmative, not questioning.

That means Chen Zhan at least knew that there was still a path to enlightenment!
Seeing his excitement, Chen Zhan remained calm:
"You really want to know?"

"I've wanted to! I've wanted to for decades! How could I not!"

(End of this chapter)