Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

In the days that followed, Chen Yanzhou seemed to be possessed.

During the day, he would either go to Old Man Xu's or Doctor Liao's, and at night, he would drag Hong Qigong to spar.

It was supposed to be a friendly competition, but it was really just one-sided beatings.

But the time he was beaten was gradually increasing.

From being instantly killed in one move at the beginning, to being able to withstand three or five moves.

Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The mist had not yet dissipated by this morning.

Chen Yanzhou stood in the courtyard, not in a hurry to make a move.

He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and his internal energy flowed through his meridians like mercury spilling onto the ground.

Hong Qigong remained as lazy as ever, leaning against the locust tree trunk, sipping wine from a gourd in his hand.

"Master, be careful."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Yanzhou moved.

This time, there were no fancy opening moves, nor any impressive displays of force.

He simply took a step forward.

With that step, he seemed to shrink the distance between them, instantly closing the distance to within three feet of Hong Qigong.

"Treading on frost will lead to ice!"

With a single palm strike, the power of the palm is contained and not revealed.

A hint of surprise flashed in Hong Qigong's eyes. He slightly turned his body to avoid the attack and then struck Chen Yanzhou's wrist with a backhand "Dog-Tossing-to-the-Sky" strike.

In the past, Chen Yanzhou would have definitely changed his tactics to dodge.

But this time, he didn't dodge.

Just as Hong Qigong's finger was about to strike, Chen Yanzhou's wrist flicked in an extremely strange way, and the originally yin-soft palm force suddenly erupted, transforming into the extremely yang "ram butting the fence".

The transformation between strength and gentleness can happen in the blink of an eye.

"Good lad!"

Hong Qigong exclaimed "Good!" but dared not be careless. He changed his fingers into a palm and took the blow head-on.

"Bang!"

The two palms met, and waves of energy surged forth.

Using the momentum, Chen Yanzhou retreated, his body spinning like a top in mid-air to dissipate the recoil. Then, he pushed off the wall with both feet and used the momentum to launch a counterattack.

"The wild goose gradually approaches the land!"

"It is advantageous to cross great rivers!"

"Dense clouds, but no rain!"

Three palm strikes in quick succession, executed in one smooth motion.

Each palm strike landed precisely at the point where Hong Qigong's old strength had not yet been exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated.

This fighting style is less like a martial arts contest and more like doing business—precisely calculating costs and benefits, not wasting a single bit of effort, and focusing on attacking the opponent's weak points.

Hong Qigong was also intrigued. He abandoned his nonchalant demeanor, put one hand behind his back, and used only his right hand to dismantle the moves.

The courtyard was filled with the sound of palm strikes, and the air was thick with energy.

The unfortunate old locust tree suffered again, its bark falling off in a flurry from the shock.

Twenty moves, thirty moves.

Until the fortieth move.

Chen Yanzhou unleashed a "Regretful Dragon" strike, but Hong Qigong neutralized it with an extremely exquisite move, "No Dogs Under Heaven." Then, with a gentle push on his shoulder, Chen Yanzhou staggered back seven or eight steps until his back hit the wall, barely managing to regain his footing.

"Huff... huff..."

Chen Yanzhou was breathing heavily, sweat streaming down his face, but the light in his eyes was brighter than the stars.

Forty moves!

He endured forty moves against Hong Qigong, one of the Five Greats!

Although Hong Qigong suppressed his internal energy and did not use his full strength, this was still enough to shock countless renowned masters in the martial arts world.

"good."

Hong Qigong stopped, a rare serious expression appearing on his face. "This is getting interesting. He knows how to use someone else's strength against them, and he also understands the balance of strength and gentleness. Especially that variation of the 'Ram Butting the Fence' move just now, it has a bit of the old beggar's style back in the day."

He walked over and patted Chen Yanzhou on the shoulder with considerable force, making Chen Yanzhou grit his teeth.

"You've truly mastered the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. With diligent practice, within ten years, there won't be many in the martial world who can defeat you."

Chen Yanzhou wiped the sweat from his face and chuckled, "Then this Dog-Beating Stick Technique..."

"What's the rush?" Hong Qigong rolled his eyes at him, picked up his wine gourd and took a swig. "Old beggar, you keep your word. However, our previous agreement was that you could hold your own against me. In those forty moves just now, although you didn't fall, you could only parry, not retaliate, right?"

Chen Yanzhou curled his lip, thinking to himself, "Old fox."

"My dear disciple, how many days has it been?"

"If you don't improve any further, I'm really leaving. The Song Dynasty is so big, I still want to go to Lin'an Prefecture to try their vinegar fish."

He glanced at Chen Yanzhou standing under the tree and snorted, "Don't be crying in bed the moment your master leaves."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yanzhou raised his head, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Since Master is in such a hurry to leave, I'd better show you some real skills."

Before he finished speaking, the bluestone slab beneath Chen Yanzhou's feet suddenly trembled.

There was no opening gesture, nor any greeting.

He moved like a cannonball, instantly covering a distance of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), his right palm accompanied by a whistling sound, heading straight for Hong Qigong's face.

This palm strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless; it was exactly the "sudden attack" move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Hong Qigong was startled and jerked his body back on the tree branch, barely dodging the palm strike. He cursed under his breath, "You little brat! A sneak attack? You have no martial ethics."

Chen Yanzhou missed his first attack, but quickly changed his move, sweeping the tree trunk with a "Dragon Tail Swing" that made the old locust tree tremble and its leaves fall like rain.

"Martial virtue?" Chen Yanzhou's figure weaved through the fallen leaves, his voice clear and bright. "Without martial virtue, I could not have won the Dog-Beating Stick Technique."

Hong Qigong was so angry that he laughed. He slapped the tree trunk with one hand and glided down like a bird.

He wasn't idle in mid-air either; he tapped his fingers repeatedly, blocking Chen Yanzhou's attack route.

"You want to beat this old beggar? With your pathetic skills, you're still too green!"

The two instantly engaged in a fierce battle.

At first, Hong Qigong remained nonchalant, focusing on defense rather than offense, intending to test him.

After exchanging more than a dozen moves, the look of surprise in his eyes grew stronger.

Chen Yanzhou's moves became extremely...tricky.

This kid has mastered the "Free and Easy Wandering" movement technique to the extreme, like a slippery eel, always using the force of Hong Qigong's palm strike to slide away at the very moment it is about to hit him.

Once Hong Qigong's old strength was not exhausted, his counterattack would cling to him like a maggot.

"Bang!"

The two palms met, and waves of energy surged forth.

Chen Yanzhou took three steps back, while Hong Qigong also swayed his shoulders.

"Hiding your talents?" Hong Qigong narrowed his eyes, his playful smile vanishing, and the aura of a grandmaster suddenly surged from him. "Good lad, were you just teasing your master the other day? This is indeed quite impressive, but that's all you've got!"

Having said that, Hong Qigong got serious.

He no longer suppressed his speed, and his figure became a blur.

Although he still only used one hand, the palm strike was like an impenetrable wall, making it hard for Chen Yanzhou to breathe.

"Snapped!"

Chen Yanzhou was hit on the left shoulder, and it stung painfully.

"Too slow!"

"Bang!"

Chen Yanzhou staggered as his right leg was swept away.

"Your stance is unstable! Where did that ferocity go?" Hong Qigong scolded as he hit you, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Chen Yanzhou gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

This is the true strength of the Five Greats. Even with their inner strength suppressed, their control over the battle is still despair-inducing.

But he didn't panic. He fought and retreated, and his originally fierce palm winds began to become scattered. His breathing became rapid, and his footwork became obviously disordered several times.

"Not good enough?" Hong Qigong raised an eyebrow, but his hands didn't stop moving. "Weren't you quite the talker just now? Let's go again!"

Chen Yanzhou was panting heavily, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes, as if he had exhausted himself.

He suddenly unleashed a chaotic "Kanglong Youhui" attack, attempting to force Hong Qigong back, and then turned and ran.

With that run, his back was wide open.

"Run?" Hong Qigong scoffed. "A cardinal sin in warfare! Come back here!"

With a light tap of his toes, Hong Qigong moved like lightning, instantly closing the distance to within three feet of Chen Yanzhou.

He reached out his right hand and grabbed Chen Yanzhou by the back of his collar, preparing to throw his apprentice back to the center of the courtyard like a chick.

In that very instant.

Chen Yanzhou, who was originally fleeing in a disheveled state, suddenly had a glint of shrewdness flash in his seemingly panicked eyes.

He neither turned around nor went back to defend.

Instead, he suddenly stopped, his back slightly arched, and the internal energy that had been accumulating in his dantian surged wildly towards the Laogong acupoint on his right hand.

"Dragon-Capturing Skill!"

Chen Yanzhou muttered to himself.

He reached back and made a grabbing motion in the air.

This grab didn't touch Hong Qigong's clothes, but it did catch the surging air between the two of them.

An invisible suction force erupted without warning.

Hong Qigong's fingers were only an inch away from Chen Yanzhou's collar, just as his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated.

The sudden suction force, though not enough to pull him away, caused his body to freeze for a moment.

What's even more deadly is that this force is extremely strange; it's not pushing, but pulling!

"What the hell is that?!"

Hong Qigong was greatly alarmed.

Having roamed the martial world for decades, his perception of internal energy was incredibly sharp. This suction force, which appeared out of nowhere, completely defied common sense.

Subconsciously, Hong Qigong did not resist the force head-on. Instead, he twisted his waist sharply to try to dissipate the strange power, while simultaneously pushing off with his feet to leap backward and create distance.

With a twist, and a pullback.

The hand that had been reaching for Chen Yanzhou was withdrawn, and the protective stance that had been in place was abandoned.

Most importantly, his side and rear were completely exposed to Chen Yanzhou.

Opportunities are fleeting.

This was the moment Chen Yanzhou had been waiting for.

He suddenly turned around, looked at the back of the figure in front of him, and grinned from ear to ear, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Master, I'm so sorry!"

This shout was full of energy, showing no sign of exhaustion whatsoever.

Upon hearing this, Hong Qigong's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "Oh no, I've fallen for this little bastard's trick!"

Before he could even adjust his balance, a large foot wearing a cloth shoe with a thousand layers of soles rapidly magnified in his blind spot.

Chen Yanzhou didn't use internal force in this kick; it was purely physical strength.

The location was chosen extremely cleverly, hitting the bullseye.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

With a strange cry from Hong Qigong, the Beggar Clan leader, who was renowned throughout the martial arts world, drew a graceful parabola in the air.

"Ouch--!"

Hong Qigong waved his arms and legs in the air, trying to adjust his posture, but the kick was too solid, and coupled with the interference of the strange suction force just now, he ultimately failed to maintain the demeanor of a grandmaster.

"Smack!"

Dust flew everywhere.

Hong Qigong fell face down, landing on all fours, and landed squarely on his stomach.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Only the wind rustling through the old locust tree seemed to feel embarrassed for the gang leader.