The corner gives the wooden martial arts master, whose martial arts are equivalent to a harem.

Looking at the shattered skulls and flesh scattered on the ground, the Adam's apple bobbed as one of the men who emerged from the Corpse Fist Sect stood up.

This ordinary-looking, thin man was surrounded by many of his fellow disciples.

"Senior Brother... what do you say? Fight or draw?" The quick-witted junior brother asked in a low voice, ignoring the cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The eldest disciple hadn't been planning this for long; he only knew that above his head was a plaque that read "Corpse Fist Sect".

Currently, the sect leader and elders are all in seclusion in the cellar refining corpses and cannot be disturbed, therefore they are unable to handle external affairs.

Therefore, under the current circumstances, he must shoulder the heavy responsibility of this sect. Why? Because he is the eldest disciple. It's that simple.

The eldest brother cupped his hands in a respectful gesture. He was the first to offer the greeting.

"Friend, even if the scoundrels in my Corpse Fist Sect oppress the innocent, shouldn't the punishment be decided internally within our sect, not through the hands of an outsider like you?"

Gu Chuanhen scoffed disdainfully, his tone growing increasingly fierce: "What a joke! If I hadn't come, wouldn't your Corpse Fist Sect have been protecting this scoundrel? I haven't seen any of your disciples dare to speak up for the dead! Isn't it just the same old bureaucratic collusion?!"

The eldest brother's appearance remained unchanged, but he unconsciously glanced at the plaque above his head.

The plaque for "Corpse Fist Sect" is still hanging overhead. Thankfully, it hasn't fallen yet.

Just as he was about to utter the words he had been carefully considering, Gu Chuanhen, seizing the opportunity, spoke up again, unwilling to let go.

"If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. Senior brother of the Corpse Fist Sect, you should understand this principle, right? When you see a cockroach in your house, you should know that there are a bunch of cockroaches in the dark, right?" Gu Chuanhen glanced at his senior brother, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated, and then said, "From small things, I can see what kind of people your Corpse Fist Sect is. Even if you line up ten of you and count them out of order, there won't be an innocent and kind person among you."

Now the senior brother understood. The unreasonable words of the person in front of him vaguely revealed that he was determined to beat up the entire Corpse Fist Sect.

"Good lad, you've come here to cause trouble, huh?" The senior brother narrowed his eyes slightly.

Then he thought of the plaque above his head.

The invisible weight is temporarily being borne by him alone.

So, what should we do next? Fight? Or make peace?

Peace? They certainly won't give you that kind of face. If you shamelessly beg for peace, you'll only get humiliated.

So now, the only option is to fight.

"Heh, that's right, Louis Koo. Now that we're of one mind and body, how could we not merge with each other? How could the sharpness that has grown from my influence so easily dim?"

Bajiquan chuckled inwardly.

"My Bajiquan is one of the most powerful and fierce martial arts styles. Without a fierce and sharp spirit, how can one be considered a practitioner of Bajiquan? So, win this match beautifully!"

Gu Chuanhen saw the obscure text being relayed and thought to himself.

"Sure enough, I am now influenced by the 'rigidity' of Bajiquan. No matter the situation, I always want to fight. Otherwise, I wouldn't be like this now."

However, his original intention to stand up for justice has not changed; it's just that this original intention has become part of the "rigid" evolution into a major conflict.

Having realized what was happening, Gu Chuanhen wanted to say something else to make amends.

But the senior disciple of the Corpse Fist Sect had already made a decision in his heart.

"Yes, I'm the one carrying this plaque, so I won't let it fall from my shoulders."

"Fellow disciples, form the Unyielding Bone Fist Formation!" the eldest disciple shouted sternly.

"Yes!" came the voices.

There was no point in saying anything now, but Gu Chuanhen was not afraid.

"Hmph, let's fight if we want to. The reason we martial artists are so reckless is that we are not afraid of any kind of 'fighting'." He chuckled and coldly observed the formation.

It's unclear when it started, but this little guy, who isn't particularly interested in martial arts, has begun to refer to himself as a "martial artist."

As a martial artist, he only observed the disciples of the Corpse Fist Sect forming a circle to broaden his horizons, so he did not intend to interrupt them.

Watching the numerous stiff disciples hopping around like zombies in old Hong Kong movies, and then placing pieces like soldiers and chariots on the Chu-Han border, one could see them moving about.

They surrounded him in layers, their energy and spirits intertwined like an invisible spiderweb, ultimately pouring into the eldest brother alone.

That senior brother's originally solid martial arts foundation has been elevated to a level of transcendence after he poured his essence, energy, and spirit into it.

Another fraudulent person has met their match.

"Hmm, that's interesting. This kind of connection between essence, energy, and spirit doesn't exist in our world. If we memorize it, it might be a good way to increase our foundation."

The Bajiquan practitioner's eyes revealed an expression of appreciation.

"If our martial arts do not embrace all styles and learn from all sources, how can it be called 'learning'? Darling Babe, you should memorize this fist formation."

The Bajiquan practitioner issued a verbal warning.

"Bajiquan, don't worry, I've already memorized it thanks to this 'Supreme' experience card."

People and boxing exchange ideas.

The senior disciple from over there has also arrived.

His boxing style no longer has any stiffness or awkwardness; it's more like that of a normal person.

But are they really normal people?

At least from the perspective of Gu Chuanhen, this quack god who possessed the "Peerless" experience card, that person's 206 bones were already immersed in some kind of spiritual field, and that spiritual field further purified the impure spiritual energy, irrigating it all into the bones.

The so-called "unyielding bone" means that even if it decomposes naturally, even if it is suppressed by Taoist magic, even if it is struck by lightning, it will never dissolve. After overcoming numerous tribulations, the body is rebuilt with flesh and blood from the bones, thus obtaining a "unyielding bone" Taoist fruit.

Of course, the eldest brother's "Unmelting Bone" wouldn't be so defying the heavens. This kind of unmelting only penetrates into the bone marrow, showing a little bit of the supernatural.

Strong bones lead to abundant marrow, abundant marrow leads to thick blood, and thick blood in turn strengthens the body.

It's like an unyielding zombie that, through long-term cultivation, defied death and was reborn, transforming its corpse into a human form, yet retaining the strength of its unyielding body. This inevitably makes one wonder if, by repeating this process again and again, it might ultimately lead to physical sainthood.

This "fist formation" is a "body-refining" method that is in no way inferior to, and may even surpass, the Secret Fist system.

Most importantly, the boxing formation can be mastered quickly. Its value is already sufficient for further research and innovation.

"Take this!" The eldest brother, however, was quite upright and even knew to remind Gu Chuanhen.

The punching style was even more interesting; it wasn't in a 'fighting' posture, but rather in a 'bowing' posture.

What is "bowing"? Bowing is bowing, bowing to heaven and earth, bowing to one's parents, and bowing to one's spouse are all forms of etiquette. But—

For zombies, the object of their worship is the same as that of ghosts and foxes: the bright moon in the sky.

The purpose of worshipping the moon is to absorb its essence for cultivation.

Corpse Fist Sect, Zombie Fist, Undying Bone Chapter - Moon Worship Style.

With a single bow, ordinary martial artists could only suffer a crushing defeat.

But the ancient legend of the counterfeit goods meeting the gods is not an ordinary one.

Seeing the two straight arms strike down from above, landing on the shoulders, but also able to change moves at will due to the flexibility of the joints.

Ancient legends say that his feet seem to be rooted to the ground, and he can use various footwork techniques from the Bajiquan small frame. What looks like a horse stance can suddenly turn into a four-six step and then a three-seven step, and finally turn from a horse stance into a sitting stance.

What is sitting posture? Simply put, it means that the center of gravity is in a position as if sitting down.

Seven steps are behind and three steps are in front. The first three steps are followed by seven steps, like a shooting star rushing through a barrier. This is the "rushing step" in Bajiquan.

But the footsteps followed like a millstone grinding rice and beans into powder, the grinding and the rushing into becoming the grinding and rushing steps.

Stomping his feet and shaking his shoulders was as if he were unleashing a cataclysmic earthquake, but this was merely an illusory force directed at the mind.

Even though it is illusory, it can still affect the opponent's mind.

The eldest brother was distracted and when he tried to reply, he could no longer see Gu Chuanhen's figure. He could only catch a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

That is an ancient tale of hatred.

His darting steps were not intended to approach the center gate, but rather to position himself to the side.

Suddenly, he raised his elbow and thrust it horizontally, his elbow like a knife, about to smash into the senior brother's chest.

Though it seemed slow, it was actually incredibly fast. The eldest brother already knew his chest and abdomen were about to be ripped open by an elbow strike, but even this seemingly mediocre martial arts skill, honed through the fist formation, possessed a surprisingly solid foundation.

By forcefully twisting the lumbar spine to drive the upper body, the Moon Worship Pose changes from a vertical strike to a horizontal sweep.

If this sweeping blow lands squarely, it is said that the temples and surrounding area will become sunken.

This sweeping attack was so fierce and swift that it exceeded anything the senior brother had ever imagined. He thought that the person in front of him was absolutely no match for it.

But then he looked surprised and frightened.

"How could this be? How could it be blocked so quickly?"

Gu Chuanhen had already timely extended his left palm, blocking his face and deflecting his senior brother's sweeping elbow.

But then he saw his palm meet his senior brother's elbow joint, catching the sweeping blow and releasing the immense force directed at him. With a push and a slide, he deflected the hand, and the force he applied, combined with the force that was not perfectly released, caused the sweeping blow to collide with the sweeping blow of the other hand, using the force of the other hand to block the other sweeping force.

Then, the elbow, like a knife, intervened at the junction of the chest and abdomen. Upon impact, a burst of powerful energy erupted, truly resembling a horizontal knife "slicing" and striking.

When kung fu reaches the level of divine skill, even if it's just a mediocre attempt, there's no difference between using elbows, hands, or even other parts of the body to strike various moves.

Whether you use your fist to strike an iron mountain lean, or your knee to push a tiger up a mountain, it doesn't really matter what body part you use to fight against unrelated moves. It's just that textbook-style fighting is easier to understand, easier to execute, and more stylish in a standardized way.

In the realm of seeing the gods, using body parts to unleash various moves is no different from using weapons.

Because the Divine Warrior himself is an unparalleled divine weapon.

If the body itself is already a divine weapon, then what about the body parts?

The ancient legend of the elbow blade is based on various Bajiquan elbow techniques, including the top elbow, and incorporates the Bajiquan sword and the willow-lifting sword techniques, using the elbow to transform into a sword-like killing method.

Using his elbow to strike, he seamlessly sent his senior brother flying two meters away, his buttocks landing backward like a wild goose descending on a sandy beach.

After crashing to the ground, it broke through the threshold and continued rolling backward with undiminished momentum.

However, Gu Chuanhen could tell that his senior brother had not been seriously injured; he was just looking disheveled and pathetic.

He pondered to himself the feeling in his elbow just now.

"The skin, bones, and flesh are all stiff, just like the zombie's forehead in 'Mr. Zombie,' which even the powerful Guan Dao couldn't cleave open. Putting everything else aside, this is already top-notch external training." Gu Chuanhen thought to himself, withdrawing his blocking hand and the elbow blade that had unleashed its powerful force.

An ordinary martial artist would only suffer a cut as if struck by a knife when faced with this elbow strike, but the senior brother was completely unharmed. How could a martial artist whose basic level is probably only at the Transformation Realm possess such high physical strength?

This elbow strike is no different from an ordinary knife slashing at an ordinary person's body, but the senior brother's physical strength is still enough to defend against it without suffering too much damage, which is quite remarkable.

However, the senior brother's basic physique is definitely not enough, so this benefit obviously comes from the boxing formation.

Gu Chuanhen glanced at the surrounding fist formations. Observing them with the perspective of a quack who had achieved godlike status and whose life was at stake, he could already discern some of their subtleties.

His essence, energy, and spirit are entirely amplified by his physical body, with a small amount in his mental realm, and an even smaller amount in the vital energy of his body, which is like internal force and true qi, which is not yet visible in his world.

The [fist formation] in this world is truly extraordinary—a divine feat indeed!

But this also made Gu Chuanhen wonder if there were other boxing styles that specialized in the "qi" aspect?

However, the concept of "qi" is not something that Gu Chuanhen wants to consider at the moment.

What he needs to think about now is to defeat the Corpse Fist Sect.

"To achieve a one-hit kill, one must use a martial art that cultivates both body and life, but my 'mana' as a mediocre player is limited, so this martial art should be used as a finishing move rather than a basic attack."

Gu Chuanhen thought to himself, and suddenly thought of Ultraman.

Not many Ultraman would immediately unleash their ultimate attack; they would first use a series of close-range attacks to soften the monster's flesh before firing beams with a few "biu" sounds to end the battle within a few minutes.

The thought vanished in an instant, and the association that had secretly arisen was forgotten.

Although he could still fight the senior brother and win within five moves, Gu Chuanhen did not intend to linger.

Physical strength is precious. What if the opponents behind Senior Brother use a series of attacks? Moreover—

Fighting an opponent of the same caliber as the senior disciple is not interesting.

Senior Brother's high stats are just a bonus. These stats are from the Great Fist Formation; if he were to break the formation now, Senior Brother would be nothing more than a worthless piece of trash.

"You are no match for me. Call someone from your sect who is capable of fighting and speaking to me." Gu Chuanhen stood with his hands behind his back, looking at his senior brother who was standing up with a limp.

Looking at Gu Chuanhen's masterly demeanor, the eldest brother couldn't help but want to pat his chest and belly.

There were no visible injuries on the surface, but the internal situation was not so optimistic.

Fractures and bone cracks are minor issues, but internal organ injuries, if not treated promptly, will only affect the future.

But with so many junior brothers watching, he was unwilling and did not want to show any signs of weakness.

So he stretched his back in a pretentious manner.

His eyes unconsciously glanced at the plaque above his head.

"I'm carrying the Corpse Fist Sect on my shoulders, so I can't afford to show the slightest weakness now!"

These thoughts, like a hypnosis, made him forget the pain in his body.

"Heh, it doesn't hurt at all, just loosening up my muscles and bones." ["Damn it! That elbow strike just now was really powerful! No wonder he's a disciple of the legendary Human King Bajiquan. I can still stand up thanks to the Undying Bone Fist Formation."]

Thoughts and words are of course not the same thing. But this stubbornness is definitely several times stronger than a dead duck.

Gu Chuanhen glanced at his senior brother. Although he didn't know what his senior brother was thinking, he could tell that his senior brother was being stubborn.

But this stubbornness is not without its reasons.

He noticed that his senior brother unconsciously glanced at the plaque above their heads, and he looked up at it as well.

The three large characters "Corpse Fist Sect" still remain on the high-hanging plaque.

"Yes, he is now carrying the backbone of his sect, so how could he easily admit defeat?" Gu Chuanhen thought to himself without revealing it, but he had indeed seen through what his senior brother was carrying.

"Sigh! You've made it so I can't bear to let you lose to me in front of everyone," Gu Chuanhen thought to himself.

"Louis! The thoughts and ideas of a true god have their own underlying principles. But since you haven't truly seen a god, you should eliminate these nonsensical and superfluous thoughts. Right now, you can only win and cannot lose!"

Because you are now the head of the Human King Eight Extremes Sect!

Bajiquan, having discerned what Gu Chuanhen was thinking, suddenly spoke up to remind him.

Her reminder was not wrong, but it was also incorrect.

As for right or wrong? That's up to individual judgment.

"I know you have compassion, but if you really want to show him mercy, then strike him hard enough to make him admit defeat."

Bajiquan also said.

"Bajiquan, you're right." Gu Chuanhen nodded slightly as he read Bajiquan's words.

However, just as he was about to end his senior brother's stubborn resistance...

A bald man in a black robe walked out from behind the door.

Gu Chuanhen's eyes lit up.

"Oh? So someone who can finally speak up has arrived? Then it's your turn to be beaten into submission!"

So Gu Chuanhen registered his name again.

"I am Gu Chuanhen, the fourth-generation sect leader of the Human King Eight Extremes Sect. Today, I have come to your sect to punish these scoundrels who disregard human life!"

But the person opposite him didn't play by the rules and immediately bowed down.

"I am Shen Yixuan, the current sect leader of the Corpse Fist Sect. On behalf of the entire sect, I beg for forgiveness from the young master! I humbly request that the young master show mercy and forgive my entire sect."

Huh? He gave up? He gave up before even starting?

The eldest brother's face stiffened. He neither cried nor complained, but simply looked at the plaque above his head.

At least, the plaque that reads "Corpse Fist Sect" is still there.

So he resigned himself to his fate.

"I am willing to admit defeat, and I earnestly hope that you, young master, will show mercy and forgive my entire sect."