All the gods began by cultivating the Iron Shirt technique.

In the chaotic battle at the docks, the disciples of both sides were initially able to fight each other using their martial arts skills. However, as the fighting grew increasingly heated, they gradually forgot about all their techniques and resorted to close-quarters combat.

Kicks to the groin, neck grabs, eye gouging... the moves of street thugs were used directly, and they even rolled around in a heap, punching and kicking each other.

Bang!

Chen Zhou kicked away a Beggar Clan disciple with three bags who was rushing towards him. Looking at the other person's staggering figure falling to the ground, Chen Zhou's lips curled into a disdainful smile.

His Chen family's spring-leg technique was somewhat famous in the martial arts world, not to mention the four or five years of hard work he had put into it. Among the lower-level disciples of the Canal Gang, he was the best swimmer. Once he entered the water, his legs became his paddles, and he could often propel himself three or four meters through the water with a single stroke.

These beggars from the Beggars' Sect, who can't even get enough to eat, dare to fight against him, a rising star? A bunch of chickens and dogs!

With this in mind, Chen Zhou kept moving, weaving between the two groups of disciples in the melee. Whenever he saw a disciple from his own group at a disadvantage, he would promptly kick out, rendering the opponent unable to get up. Then, his own disciples would seize the opportunity to pounce and beat the opponent mercilessly. In a short time, the Beggar Clan disciples gradually fell behind.

It's not that the Beggars' Sect disciples are inferior to the Canal Gang; it's just that most of the Beggars' Sect disciples stationed here are only three- or two-bag disciples, and the most they've joined is no more than three years old. There is, however, one four-bag disciple, the one who confronted Chen Zhou before.

However, this disciple mainly practiced swordsmanship, and in such minor gang conflicts, all gangs tacitly agreed not to use swords. As a result, the four-bag disciple lost his weapon, and his strength was greatly reduced. He was no match for Chen Zhou at all.

Seeing another Beggar Clan disciple rushing towards him, Chen Zhou's eyes were filled with mockery, and his right foot shot out like lightning, about to kick the other party.

However, just as his foot was about to touch the Beggar Clan disciple, a sudden force came from the back of his neck. As soon as he felt the sharp pain in his neck, Chen Zhou found himself flying backward.

Bang! Whoosh!

With his bottom landing, Chen Zhou's body also crashed onto the scattered wooden crates on the ground.

"Despicable scoundrel, what kind of skill is it to launch a sneak attack!" Ignoring the pain in his body, Chen Zhou stood up nimbly and cursed as he looked at the strong figure that appeared in front of him.

"A sneak attack? They're evenly matched."

Yang Pan looked at the opponent's disheveled figure and said, "I saw clearly the opponent's sneak attack on the Beggar Clan disciple. Putting everything else aside, the opponent's leg skills are probably not weak."

"Junior Brother Yang, be careful! This guy practices Springing Leg and is best at hit-and-run tactics!" In the midst of the melee, the four-bag disciple also saw this scene and warned him.

Yang Pan nodded slightly. If we disregard weapons, Yang Pan didn't actually have much of an advantage in terms of combat methods.

After all, the time allotted for both Taizu Changquan and Xiao Qinna Shou was too short to develop any real skill. However, Yang Pan didn't dwell on this; his Iron Shirt technique, which he had practiced for nearly two years, was his greatest source of confidence at the moment.

Whether it's physical defense or sheer strength, no matter how skilled the opponent is at hit-and-run tactics, as long as a kick doesn't injure her, the opponent should be careful not to get caught.

After all, he could withstand the opponent's kicks, but how many punches could the opponent withstand?

call!

The standoff was brief; the moment the four disciples finished speaking, Chen Zhou pounced. As he closed in on Yang Pan, a side kick struck.

The right leg, as sharp as a steel whip, slashed through the air and kicked towards Yang Pan's neck, clearly seeking revenge for the time Yang Pan had grabbed his neck earlier.

Bang!

However, the powerful kick was blocked by Yang Pan's outstretched hand just as it approached his shoulder. Feeling a faint numbness in his arm, Yang Pan had a rough idea of ​​the opponent's strength. The force was indeed impressive, but it wasn't enough to cause him pain.

Dengdeng!

Seeing that Yang Pan had easily caught his kick, Chen Zhou's pupils constricted, and he quickly withdrew his right leg to retreat and defend.

Those who are family know their own situation best. Even if they didn't use their full strength, their attack just now still had about 90% of its power. It could easily break a thick wooden board, but this Beggar Clan disciple took it with ease.

"External martial arts training!" After a moment's thought, Chen Zhou guessed that this Beggar Clan disciple before him had likely practiced external martial arts training. However...

"So what if you've mastered external martial arts? You're just a sitting duck!"

After pondering for a moment, Chen Zhou charged forward again. He knew that he couldn't confront this kind of sitting duck head-on; he had to probe slowly and launch surprise attacks.

Those who practice external martial arts all have weaknesses. If I observe carefully during a fight, I can always find the opponent's weak points. Besides, the opponent is only about my age, so his external martial arts skills probably aren't very advanced. How many kicks could his body withstand?

And so, one gambled on his own ability to withstand the pressure, while the other gambled on the other's inability to hold out for long. And then, their figures collided instantly.

Bang bang bang!

If the fight between the two surrounding groups of disciples was a chaotic brawl among thugs, then the battle between the two at this moment resembled a duel between martial arts masters. They exchanged blows, their moves displaying considerable skill and discipline.

Chen Zhou was the one who moved around the most, his legs like springs, and every time he kicked unexpectedly, he would make Yang Pan's muscles make a dull sound.

Yang Pan is more like a reef in the ocean waves; no matter how the opponent attacks, Yang Pan can accurately defend against the kicks with his hands. Even when his hands can't defend, he can still safely block the blows with his bare body.

Chest, back, lower abdomen, thighs, calves...

Sweat began to bead on Chen Zhou's forehead. His legs had kicked almost every inch of his opponent's body, except for his groin, which was always precisely defended by his opponent's hands. He hadn't gained the slightest advantage. His opponent's physical strength was beyond his expectations.

Moreover, his own strength was gradually weakening, and if the stalemate continued, he might be defeated by this Beggar Clan disciple.

Gradually, Chen Zhou began to consider retreating. He kicked out again, intending to pull back as before. However, Yang Pan had already seen that his opponent's strength was almost exhausted, and he was unwilling to give up this opportunity.

Moreover, he was burning with rage. This bastard had no martial ethics; the last few kicks were aimed at his groin, trying to make him childless!

Fortunately, he had managed to defend himself. Now that he saw that his opponent was exhausted, he would not let him go no matter what!

In an instant, his right hand opened wide, and his tiger's mouth gripped the other person's calf tightly, making the other person stand on one leg and lose their balance.

"Oh no!" Chen Zhou's heart pounded, and he desperately tried to pull his leg out of the other's grasp, but it was all in vain.

"After kicking for so long, it's my turn!" Yang Pan roared, his left hand already clenched into a fist and slamming it hard into the other's face.

Bang!

"what!"

Yang Pan's fist collided violently with Chen Zhou's hastily raised arms. Chen Zhou instantly felt a piercing pain from his arm bones; the opponent's strength made his arms go weak, and he couldn't help but loosen them. And it was this loosening that gave Yang Pan an opportunity.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Pan released his right hand from the other person's calf, instantly clenched it into a fist, and smashed it down on the other person's face without any obstruction.

Bang!Bang!

The first sound was the sound of a fist landing on Chen Zhou's face, and the second sound was the sound of the other person's eyes rolling back as his body slammed straight to the ground.

Dust billowed, and the surrounding crowd of onlookers couldn't help but gasp. The disciples who were still fighting nearby had also noticed the situation and, seeing that the main forces of the two sides had already decided the victor, the disciples of both groups gradually stopped what they were doing.

"Yang, Junior Brother Yang, he's not dead, is he?" At this moment, the four-bag disciple of the Beggars' Sect broke the surrounding silence and asked Yang Pan. Minor skirmishes between sect disciples are acceptable, but if someone really dies, it's probably hard to back down.

"No, he must have fallen asleep," Yang Pan said calmly, withdrawing his fist.

"He's asleep?" Looking at Chen Zhou on the ground, whose eyes were rolled back and who was foaming at the mouth, the four-bag disciple couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly. The other party must have been sleeping very soundly, but as long as he wasn't dead, that was fine.

The conflict between the two gangs ended with the defeat of the Canal Gang and the victory of the Beggar Gang, whose disciples naturally felt honored.

They now look at Yang Pan, the newly joined Beggars' Sect disciple, with newfound respect. They never expected him to be so strong. Given time, he might not become a five-bag disciple. However, once someone becomes a five-bag disciple, they can cultivate internal energy techniques and develop their own internal strength.

Developing internal strength is something these disciples dream of day and night!

Some quick-witted disciples realized this and immediately struck up a conversation with Yang Pan. Other disciples around him also stepped forward and invited Yang Pan to have a meal at a nearby inn, which Yang Pan naturally accepted.

As the fight ended, the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed. Today's battle was truly exciting for their impoverished lives, providing them with some fodder for conversation during their leisure time.