Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 25 The Great Luck Gang

Upon hearing what the two said, the members of the Dayun Gang around them were all taken aback.

"Ming Jin? How could you possibly encounter a Ming Jin master?"

"Yang Jing? Which Yang Jing?"

"I've never heard of this name before."

Several gang members frowned, clearly having never heard of Yang Jing.

"This guy borrowed money from our gang half a year ago. We thought he was just an ordinary kid, but we didn't expect him to be such a good fighter." The short-haired man gasped in pain, barely able to speak coherently.

The yard was a mess.

As they were discussing this, a man wearing a black short jacket and a knife at his waist came out of the main room, his eyes darkening: "What's all the noise about?"

He glanced at the two injured men and said coldly, "The gang leader is inside. You two can come over."

The short-haired man and the tall, thin young man's expressions tightened simultaneously. They glanced at each other, both seeing a hint of unease in each other's eyes.

"Yes."

The two nodded in unison and walked into the main room.

The main room was somewhat dimly lit.

As soon as I entered, a strong smell of alcohol mixed with sweat hit me.

Xu Tai, the leader of the Dayun Gang, was sitting in a grand chair.

The man was nearly eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back. His bulging muscles made his black short jacket bulge out. A scar ran from his brow bone to his jaw on his face, and his eyes swept over people with a menacing aura.

"Snapped!"

Xu Tai slammed his wine bowl on the table and asked gruffly, "What happened? How did you get beaten up like this?"

The short-haired man and the tall, thin youth trembled in fright and quickly recounted what had just happened.

They embellished the story, describing how "strange" Yang Jing's attack was and how "they were no match" for him. Finally, they said in a trembling voice, "Chief, that kid has probably broken through to the Ming Jin level, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to take us down so easily."

Xu Tai frowned sharply and tapped his fingers on the table.

He himself had been stuck at the peak of Ming Jin for many years, and had failed twice in his attempts to break through to An Jin, but he was also well aware of the power of Ming Jin martial artists.

Even two ordinary strong men wouldn't be enough to handle, let alone three or five.

"Ming Jin?"

He said in a deep voice, a hint of apprehension in his eyes, "You dare to make a move without knowing their background? Are you tired of living?"

The short-haired man and the tall, thin youth trembled with fright and quickly explained, "Boss, we investigated this kid's background before. He's just an ordinary farmer's son with a very ordinary background."

The tall, thin young man quickly continued, "This kid used the money his family got from selling land to join a martial arts school, but his physique is very poor. We inquired about it before, and we found out that he has very poor physique and doesn't put his heart into practicing martial arts. It's impossible for him to achieve anything."

"I just didn't expect him to be so strong now. I wonder if he's broken through to the Ming Jin level."

After the tall, thin young man finished explaining, he and the short-haired man next to him shrank back and dared not utter another word.

Xu Tai glanced at the man with a knife standing by the door: "Hei Zi, go and investigate Yang Jing's background. Find out if he has really entered the Ming Jin realm, where he is staying, and who he associates with. Find out everything for me."

"Yes, Chief." Hei Zi bowed and replied, the scabbard at his waist lightly tapping his thigh.

Xu Tai then looked at the two people in front of him, his voice turning colder as he said, "If this kid has truly entered the Ming Jin realm, we should reconsider this matter and devise a comprehensive plan, and I will personally take action."

He paused, his knuckles cracking as he said this, "If someone hasn't reached the Ming Jin level and still dares to renege on the debts of my Dayun Gang, I'll break their arms and legs and throw them into a mass grave to feed the dogs!"

The short-haired man and the tall, thin youth nodded hurriedly, cold sweat streaming down their faces, not daring to utter another word.

The next day, early in the morning.

Just as dawn was breaking, Yang Jing ate more than a pound of horse meat at home before leaving Datongfang and arriving at the Sun Family Martial Arts School in Chengpingfang.

Yang Jing took off his shirt, revealing his bare arms, and began to warm up. He lifted a 90-pound stone lock above his head, sweat dripping down his taut muscles and leaving dark marks on the ground.

During this period, he alternated between bear meat and horse meat, and the effects of the ample nutritional supplements gradually became apparent.

Yang Jing could clearly feel that his strength had increased a bit compared to before, and he could lift heavier stone locks, and he also appeared much more composed.

After warming up, Yang Jing walked to the center of the arena, lowered his waist and stood still, and the sound of the "Crushing Mountain Fist" immediately rang out.

An indescribable force circulated within his body, each punch accompanied by a whooshing sound as it cut through the air. His moves had gradually become more fluid and refined, just as his master Sun Yong and senior brother Liu Maolin had previously mentioned: 'force penetrating the muscles'.

"Good morning, junior brother."

At that moment, Liu Maolin's voice came from the direction of the courtyard gate.

He walked in briskly, dressed in a short, moon-white outfit. Seeing Yang Jing practicing with great enthusiasm, a smile appeared on his lips. "Your punches have become even heavier. It seems that the bear meat you ate wasn't a waste."

"Fourth Senior Brother." Yang Jing lowered his fist and nodded, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. He smiled and nodded at Liu Maolin who was walking over, saying, "You've come too."

"Yeah, I just went to the pharmacy and came here to stretch my legs."

After Liu Maolin finished speaking, he walked to Yang Jing's side and started practicing the "Crushing Mountain Fist" as well.

He is now a master of internal strength. Looking at the entire Yuhe County, apart from a very few masters of external strength, Liu Maolin is already a top-notch expert.

At his current level, it would be too difficult for him to make any further progress.

As for the so-called hope of breaking through to the level of "Transformation of Internal Energy," it is even more remote.

Under these circumstances, Liu Maolin began to divert his energy and no longer devoted himself to martial arts training as he had before. Instead, he slowly began to take over the family business.

So compared to before, he spends much less time at the martial arts school, but he still spends some time there almost every day. Compared to the busyness and intrigue at home or in business, he prefers the pure and lively atmosphere at the martial arts school.

The two practiced the "Mountain Collapse Fist" on their own, their fists clashing in perfect harmony.

Before long, the inner courtyard door creaked open, and the master of the martial arts school, Sun Yong, dressed in black, walked out with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the many disciples practicing martial arts in the front courtyard.

"Zhou Ziming, lower your stance and stop swaying like a leaf!"

"Li Xingchen, your fist technique is off track. The Crushing Mountain Fist is about power and ferocity, not fancy moves!"

Sun Yong occasionally paused to offer a few pointers. When he walked over to Yang Jing and watched him finish a set of punches, he said calmly, "You've stabilized your Ming Jin, but your lower body is still unstable. Practice your horse stance more."

After saying that, he moved away without saying anything more.

In his view, it was a good thing that Yang Jing was willing to work hard, but his physical constitution was what it was, and his Ming Jin (a type of internal strength) was already at its limit, so it was really not worth putting too much effort into him.

His gaze quickly fell on Lin Yue, who was practicing martial arts in the spacious area in the middle of the front yard.

Lin Yue was a year younger than Yang Jing. He was tall and straight, and his breathing was long and deep when he punched. The force of his punches could even blow fallen leaves several feet away. Sun Yong walked over and personally corrected Lin Yue's stance. Even his tone was much gentler than that of the other disciples. "Here, you need to draw your qi to your dantian. When you are breaking through the internal energy barrier, even the slightest deviation can lead to failure."

Lin Yue listened intently, nodding occasionally, his expression respectful and focused.

Although he was a genius and quite arrogant, that was towards ordinary disciples. In front of his master, Sun Yong, he always behaved very respectfully.

Many martial arts disciples were envious as they watched Master Sun Yong continuously instructing Lin Yue.

Everyone knows that Lin Yue is Sun Yong's most valued genius disciple. Not only is he allowed to live in the inner courtyard, but he is also said to be frequently given many precious medicines, which greatly improves Lin Yue's martial arts training progress.

Other disciples in the martial arts school also applied to live in the school after breaking through to the Ming Jin level, but Sun Yong rejected them on the grounds that "too many people would disturb the peace".

Therefore, even if some disciples later broke through to the Ming Jin level, most of them would not apply to live in the martial arts school again unless they had an important reason to impress Sun Yong. As for ordinary registered disciples, they were not qualified to make such an application at all.

As for Lin Yue, he was allowed to stay in the inner courtyard by the head of the school, Sun Yong, when he broke through to the Ming Jin level. Some disciples even speculated that the head of the school might want to match Lin Yue and Sun Ningxiang together.

Whenever this topic comes up, the martial arts disciples become somber. In the hearts of these rough men, the headmaster's daughter, Sun Ningxiang, is the epitome of truth, goodness, and beauty.

"I heard that Senior Brother Lin is about to break through to the Dark Force realm."

"That's right! He's only been at the Ming Jin level for a short time, and he's already about to break through to the An Jin level. He truly deserves to be called a genius with top-notch aptitude!"

"I heard from Senior Sister Qi Yun that Senior Brother Lin has excellent aptitude and is very likely to break through to the Dark Force realm in one go. Goodness, that's a master of Dark Force!"

"Don't even think about internal strength. That's something we can't even dream of. We'll be lucky if we can even reach the level of internal strength in our lifetime."

Hearing the envious and jealous whispers of the other disciples, Yang Jing ignored them as if he hadn't heard them at all.

He didn't care whether the other disciples at the martial arts school performed well or poorly.

He focused on his own martial arts progress. With the panel in place, as long as he practiced diligently, he would surely reach the highest point he could see.

Hidden strength is not the end point of his martial arts journey; his goal is to reach the level of transforming strength or even higher levels of martial arts.

While others were distracted by Lin Yue's genius, Yang Jing silently and attentively practiced the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Yang Jingzheng was practicing the "Stone Splitting" move in the "Crushing Mountain Fist" when Liu Maolin said from behind him, "Junior brother, the 'splitting' in this move is not about force, but about skill."

He turned around and saw that Liu Maolin had already put down his fist and was looking at him with a smile.

"Fourth Senior Brother," Yang Jing greeted him with a smile.

Liu Maolin smiled lightly, nodded and said, "Come on, let's exchange a few blows? Let me see how well you've digested the new boxing principles."

Yang Jing's eyes lit up, knowing that his senior brother was about to give him some pointers, and he quickly cupped his hands and said, "Please enlighten me, senior brother."

The two stood still in the open space, simultaneously assuming the starting stance of the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

Yang Jing threw the first punch, his powerful punch aimed directly at Liu Maolin's face.

Liu Maolin remained calm and composed, his wrist flicking slightly, seemingly casually deflecting most of the force from the punch.

At the same time, he slightly raised his elbow, and the "top elbow" move of the Bengshan Fist was already delivered to Yang Jing's chest, but stopped an inch away from his clothes.

“Look closely,”

Liu Maolin's voice was steady, "Your apparent strength is too rigid, like an unsharpened rock; it can crack things, but it can't damage the internal organs. An internal strength is different."

Before he finished speaking, his arm suddenly trembled slightly. Yang Jing felt a sticky force wrapping around his arm, as if he were being wrapped in vines, making it difficult to pull his fist back.

"The hidden force is like flowing water, able to follow the opponent's force and then slip into the gaps."

As Liu Maolin spoke, he changed his tactics.

The fist grazed Yang Jing's arm, the force of which made his skin tingle.

“Take this move ‘Mountain Crash’ for example. The obvious force is to split mountains and crack rocks, while the hidden force is to shatter the foundation beneath the rocks,” Liu Maolin said slowly.

Yang Jing focused his mind and adjusted his boxing technique according to Liu Maolin's guidance.

Liu Maolin's internal force was controlled with ease, sometimes like a gentle spring breeze, allowing him to clearly perceive the trajectory of the fist's movements. At other times, it was like crashing waves, forcing him to mobilize all his external force to counter it.

Each counterattack seemed to demonstrate to him the deeper meaning of the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

It turns out that the same move can have vastly different effects depending on whether it's executed with visible or hidden force.

"Yes, that's it. Sink your waist and hips a bit more, let the power start from your thighs and push upwards along your spine."

Seeing that Yang Jing was gradually getting the hang of things, Liu Maolin's tone became more approving.

The two exchanged blows, their fists swirling together in a chaotic dance.

Liu Maolin always left room for maneuver, which allowed Yang Jing to understand the principles of "penetrating the muscles" and "combining strength and gentleness" more and more thoroughly.

As Yang Jing finished his final move, he was slightly out of breath, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, as if a layer of paper had been pierced, and his mastery of the Mountain-Crushing Fist had improved considerably.

"Thank you, senior brother!"

Yang Jing sincerely bowed.

Only now do I understand that the "crushing" in the Mountain-Crushing Fist is not only about breaking apart external objects, but also about shattering one's own limitations on the principles of the fist.

Liu Maolin patted Yang Jing on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Junior brother, you have a solid foundation. All you need is some guidance. Practice hard, and in time, you might just be able to reach the threshold of internal strength."

After they finished speaking, the two walked to the stone bench by the courtyard and sat down, each taking out a water bag and gulping down water.

Yang Jing took two sips, put away the water pouch, wiped his mouth, looked at Liu Maolin, and asked, "Fourth Senior Brother, have you heard of the 'Dayun Gang'?"

Liu Maolin was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then pondered and said, "Dayun Gang? I seem to remember that. It's a gang from the West City area, isn't it?"

Yang Jing nodded quickly.

Yuhe County is divided into an inner city and an outer city.

The outer city was further divided into the South City, West City, North City, and East City according to their location.

Both Chengpingfang, where Sun's Martial Arts School is located, and Datongfang, where Yang Jing lives, are within the scope of the West City. The Dayun Gang is also active in the West City, otherwise Yang Jing would not have been able to easily come into contact with them.

Liu Maolin thought for a moment and continued, "My family clinic has dealings with many forces in the city. I've occasionally heard the accountant mention that the Dayun Gang isn't a big gang in the city; it's just an ordinary gang."

He paused, as if recalling something, and added, "I vaguely remember that their leader was a Ming Jin martial artist, what was his name? I think his surname was Xu? I don't know his specific strength and achievements, but I've never heard of him being able to touch the threshold of An Jin. By the way, why did you suddenly ask about this?"

Liu Maolin looked up, frowned, and looked at Yang Jing.

Yuhe County is rife with gangs; it's best to avoid dealing with these criminal organizations unless absolutely necessary.

(End of this chapter)